Mars the Whoremaker

A slap echoed through the dense Californian woods. Then another. Mars stood above Amanda and Zoe, who had just been awoken by Mars' hard slaps. They had been sleeping in their normal position; on their knees, with their arms suspended above them chained to a tree branch.

Amanda opened her mouth to protest, but caught her tongue in time.

Zoe, expecting the usual routine, eagerly had her mouth open and tongue dangling out, salivating for a taste of her master's cock.

Both were surprised when they were met not with his cock, but with another hard slap each. "Up. Now," Mars commanded as he untied their restraints. "We're moving."

"Moving? Where?" Poppy groggily said coming up from behind him.

"We're going back to The City."

Mars couldn't tell the little child the full story. That he intended to start a brothel with his whores. But he wished he could, because it was thanks to her that he thought of it.

Mars packed up his bag with their supplies and the girls had the rare opportunity to get dressed.

It wasn't long after entering the city that they encountered other people. Two young men, not much older than Mars, walked towards them. "This street's our territory," one of them announced.

"Turn back unless you want trouble," the other said menacingly.

"Sam why don't you go take care of these boys," Mars said to his whore.

Sam stepped forward, her fear and loyalty beating out any hesitation she might have. "Please boys," Sam said in a coy voice, batting her eyes to add to the damsel in distress routine. "I'm sure there's some kind of arrangement here." She stepped closer to the two thugs, bending over to expose her ample cleavage. Getting even closer she lowered her voice to almost a gasp, "there has to be something you want."

It didn't take long for the boys to have pulled down there pants, and shoving the cock-hungry teen to her knees. Their thick members hadn't seen a shower in quite a while and they reaked of sweat and smegma. While this may have given Sam pause, she didn't have the time to hesitate before the taller boy had grabbed her by the hair and shoved her down onto his cock. Her months of training kicked in instinctively; going limp to allow him to yank her head around like a ball, and swallowing his cock every time it brushed her uvula. The other boy jealously grabbed her by the wrist, tugging her soft hand to his needy dick. She instinctively wrapped her digits around the length of his cock and began jerking him off.

It didn't take long for the deprived boys to make the unmistakable look of being about to cum. It was at this moment that Mars stepped forward. "Sam. Stop." 

Confused, but obedient above all else, Sam dropped their cocks out of her hand and mouth.

The boys stood in shock and outrage. The shorter one gasping in desperation.

"You two in a little gang or something?" Mars asked.

"Y-yeah. The Bulls. We got all of the Tenderloin."

"Hmm. I want you two to guarantee us safe passage through the whole territory."

"I dunno… I don't think we can do-"

"Shut up Xan!" the shorter one shouted. "Yeah! Of course. Of course. We'll get you anywhere you want. Just…please…"

"Pathetic," Mars whispered under his breath. "Alright then. Amanda. Zoe. You girls wanna treat?"

Zoe, who had been jealously salivating this whole time, giggled with glee and got on her knees in front of the shorter one. Amanda, somewhat less enthusiastically, took her place beneath Xan. Sam resumed jacking them off and within seconds Zoe and Amanda had cum dribbling down their faces into their faces. Zoe struggled to contain her joy,  while Amanda struggled to contain her disgust. The girls got up as the boys panted.

"You boys keep your word, and there's more where that came from," Sam whispered seductively into their ears. "A lot more."

Once the boys recovered Mars cleared his throat. "We need a building, somewhere where lots of people go, but we won't get any trouble."

Xan thought for a moment. "Well I don't know. Most of the city's cut up between the gangs. They don't usually let outsiders move in."

"Well I'm sure we can come to some kind of arrangement with someone. If they're as agreeable as you boys. How about the Tenderloin? Are your bosses…amenable?"

They stared blankly, clearly not familiar with Mars' vocabulary.

"I'm saying, would your boss let us stay in one of these buildings, in exchange for some of my girls' lovely service?"

They looked at each other. "Oh um, yeah I think so."

"Good. Then take us to them."