A Sticky Situation

by Tanilen

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5

CHAPTER 1

My big mouth does get me into a lot of sticky situations.

Case in point: There I was, lying on top of a stage, with almost 100 people all around me, looking on as my mouth was stuffed with TWO cocks, another cock was in my asshole, TWO more were fucking my pussy, another was fucking my tits and I was fisting a cock in each hand.

If you're asking why was I servicing 8 cocks at one time... well, that's where my big mouth comes in.

Brandy Wine was bragging, shooting her mouth off, as usual. She doesn't work for me, of course, but she's a regular.

Anyway, after too many shots of her namesake, she was bragging she could take on six cocks at any one time, and I made a comment to the fact that it was about average and I could do better. We didn't exactly break out into a catfight, but it was close, and the upshot was that we both had to put our money where our mouths were, so to speak. I had to put my place, the Pink Pussy, up for one year. Brandy would put her ass out for two years -- I would have held out for higher stakes, but I was feeling kinda mellow and I didn't want to take her out TOO badly.

What's the Pink Pussy, I hear you ask? Who am I?

Sapphire Steele, bounty hunter, at your service. In my line of work, I hunt men, monsters, and do bodyguard work... basically anything to get the money in.

You're right, no one would believe that's my real name, but who'd take Rosie Smith seriously, anyway?

I was eighteen years old, going on forty, and I was a half-breed... human and giant. Yes, I know. You've seen giant cocks before, and in case you're wondering how it was done, it was a HUMAN male and giant female.

And the Pink Pussy?

That's a place down in the Tenderloin that I own. I got it as payment for a past assignment.

The Tenderloin's a place where they'll show you anything as long as you have money. If you want it, someone will sell it. In the Tenderloin there's somebody who'll do it with you, for you, or to you, or let you watch if that's your need. Let your imagination run away. You can't think of anything somebody hasn't thought and done already. Hell, somebody's thought of something even more disgusting. And it's all available there in Wonderland. And the kingpin of crime will get his cut.

And The Pink Pussy is where you can find someone to do it with you, for you, or to you, or let you watch, all at the same time. Everything is out in the open, no little cubicles here. I take my turn with the rest of my girls.

So there I was, like I said, taking care of eight, count 'em, eight cocks at one time. And these weren't your normal 6 to 8-inch cocks either. The clientele that come to my place aren't your normal average human males, although I do get them. The majority are non-humans, and you'd better believe all the stories and jokes they tell about the size of non-human cocks, sister! Trolls, grolls, ogres, dwarves, goblins, centaurs, satyrs, beastmen, minotaurs, hell, even the morCatha all have bigger cocks than humans, starting at 10 inches. You wouldn't believe how ridiculous a 10-inch cock looks on a 2 foot morCatha... but there's nothing funny about a cock that size plugging into your cunt, honey.

I wonder if that's why the human males are so prejudiced against non-humans. And it'd be worse if the prejudice against inter-species fucking wasn't so strong. Let their wives and daughters get hooked on fucking with members (pardon the pun) of another species and we'd have a repeat of the Face Wars all over again.

There were two dwarf cocks fucking my cunt. Say what you like about these hairy little buggers; they can't refuse a good fuck, even if it isn't in their preferred hole. Underneath me, I had a groll with a 15-inch dick fucking my asshole. I had to have a groll down there because he was the only one strong enough to take on all that weight and fuck me at the same time. I had two beastmen face-fucking me... a ratman and a minotaur, and the fur that was tickling my nostrils almost made me want to sneeze, if it wasn't for their 10 inch dicks sliding down my throat like it was a well-greased pussy. I had a goblin tit-fucking me, and two morCatha cocks in my hands.

Brandy was the same position as me. I'd gotten all eight inside me with the minimum of fuss. She'd tried harder, and finally gotten all eight in her at the same time. She should've dropped out then, and I'd've let her, but she'd made her brags and now she'd have to stand by them. The dwarves were having a hard time staying inside her cunt. They kept slipping out. She was going to lose for sure. Only she didn't realise it yet.

Now, if you think I was going to have multiple orgasms like I usually do with so many cocks fucking me at the same time, you're really crazy! I had to concentrate too much on what I was doing to really enjoy myself. 3 or 4 cocks fucking me is about all I can handle and have a good time myself. Besides, I had to make these guys cum as fast as I could, or I'd lose the Pink Pussy for a year to that loud-mouth bitch... and no way was I going to let that happen!

I worked at the 2 cocks in my throat first, because I was having difficulty breathing with them shoved down my throat like that. My advantage was there is no way ANY male of ANY species is going to last long when they have their cocks shoved balls deep into the willing mouth of a girl while she's staring up at them wide-eyed, and her throat is milking their stiff hard-ons while her mouth is sucking really hard. The beastmen were no exception.

I can hold my breath for almost 2 minutes, but those two barely lasted a minute before their cum shot out from their cocks, straight down my throat and into my belly. Usually, I'd take the spunk in my mouth, because believe it or not, non-human spunk tastes better than human. The taste and consistency is different for every species, though. But not this time round, because of the bet.

When they'd done cumming, I slipped their limp dicks out of my mouth and breathed again. Now, we both could only use the parts of our bodies that the males started fucking us with, to make the males cum, but that didn't mean I couldn't use any extra assistance, if it was available. So, still jacking off the morCatha cocks, I brought them round to my mouth and started sucking on them. OK, so they DO have a kind of funny, acrid smell, but if you've ever fucked rotting zombies like I have, you can get used to almost anything else.

While I was doing that, I made sure my lower body was busy fucking and squeezing at the 3 cocks stuck into me. The feel of that monster log jammed up my asshole made me feel like I wanted to go take a shit REAL bad, but the totally stuffed feeling was pleasant. So were the different strokes my cunt was receiving from the dwarf dicks. But like I said, my main priority this time round wasn't my pleasure but to get these guys off as quickly as possible. I couldn't do anything about the goblin tit-fucking me, though, beyond giving him an encouraging smile or two.

Then, maybe because I was really squeezing my cunt very hard, one of the dwarves shot off and came inside me. I could feel him jerk spastically between my legs and I felt this warm, wet flow out from my spread open gash. Alright, girl! 3 down, 5 more to go!

I risked sneaking a look at Brandy. The poor girl was having a really difficult time. She looked totally uncomfortable... I guess mainly because she wasn't used to having a groll cock up her ass and two dwarf dicks in her pussy at the same time. Not to mention two 10-inch dicks stuffed down her throat. I think she could have handled the cocks down there, but it was the cocks in her mouth that she was really having trouble with. I could see she kept having to let them almost out of her mouth -- barely keeping the cockheads in or she'd have been disqualified -- to breathe. And when she did that, the beastmen just weren't getting the friction or suction they needed to shoot off.

All around us, the patrons were cheering, yelling, shouting obscenities and unwanted advice or ribald comments, all the while fucking their horny cocks, keeping my girls extremely busy as they got turned on. Everyone was busy fucking everyone else. Business was going to be good tonight, and I had Brandy to thank for it. It would almost be a shame to take advantage of her like that, but it wouldn't do to let her run off her mouth like that. Bad for the rep.

I concentrated now on the two morCathas. Now, not everyone knows this, but although morCatha cocks look like dark-veined, purple shafts without the knob that human cocks have, there IS a sensitive spot just below the tip. It corresponds to a bump inside a morCatha cunt -- a female morCatha clit, I guess -- that rubs each sex organ to orgasm... and you'd only know this if you were heavily into inter-species sex, like I was. So I used my thumbs to rub and stimulate the purple phalluses while using my tongue to lick and suck at the drooling tips. This wasn't strictly necessary since they don't get off that way... it was more for my own pleasure, because if there's anything I like more than eating, it's a good fight, and if there's anything I like better than a good fight is a good fuck, and I like it best when all of my holes are plugged with thick, hard, cocks.

Well, the thumb massage did the trick. I had the tips of both cocks stuffed inside my mouth, and I was busy sucking away for all I was worth when they began to cum. And while morCatha penises aren't, as a rule, sensitive like a human's, they ARE sensitive at the point of orgasm. Just the tip, where all the sperm comes out. And that was where I was sucking like a demon.

You should have heard those morCatha whoop and holler as they shot their spunk into my mouth. If you think they raise a racket every night with their tribal wars, the sound they made would have been the mother of all tribal wars! And lucky me, I got to taste their jizz this time round, instead of having it shoot down my throat like the first two. Have you ever wondered WHY I love to swallow non-human cum? The secret is... they actually taste better than humans do, which is pretty delicious already. AND they produce lots more cum. morCatha jizz is basically rich, thick and fruity. Probably because of their diet, which is mostly fruit they steal from the markets in the daytime, swooping down to swipe whatever catches their fancy.

As my mouth filled with their cum, I swallowed some, and let some dribble out from the corners of my mouth for the sake of the patrons who might have been watching. That still left a lot in my mouth for me to savour, and savour it I did, as they continued to empty their nuts into my greedy mouth.

They finally ended, with a last, massive spurt that almost threatened to flow out of my nose, but I managed to swallow it all down the right passageway just in time. The morCatha moved away on wobbly legs, and I turned my attention to the goblin that was tit-fucking me.

Now, goblins are short little buggers. Shorter than dwarves, who are generally delighted to have someone else lower down the pecking order than them, height-wise. They have olive green, leathery hides, and their cocks, while 10 inches in length, aren't very thick. But to compensate -- there isn't a cock-head as such, just a rounded tip with the piss-hole -- the shaft is covered with these knobby protrusions that feel really good when its pounding in and out of your snatch, and the knobs keep hitting your clit. It can drive a girl up the wall pretty quickly. Too bad that knobby cock was wasted there between my tits.

He was grabbing my tits, pillowing them so he could fuck them. I covered his scaly claws with my hands, squeezing my breasts even more around his cock, and flicked out my tongue to guide his thrusting shaft into my mouth. At about this time, I realised I had already finished off 5 guys, and could now see to my own pleasure.

I began to really feel the cocks fucking in and out of me. The dwarf was hammering away at my cunt; his cock well greased by his friend's cum. The shaft filled me up completely, and my cunt walls were just rippling in delight, and I started to squeeze him, tightening my cum-soaked snatch around his plundering cock. Meanwhile, the groll was busy sliding his 15 inches deep into my asshole now that the main weight of the 5 guys had gone away. I don't usually take on grolls, or ogres or giants for that matter. Not because I don't want to, but they are pretty rare around Tunfaire, and I don't get around much. But you'd better believe me when I tell you I remember every single one of them! Gods, it really felt like I was shitting a log, except the log kept going back into my asshole. It's a good thing I'm a 'breed. My tissues are tougher than a normal human's is. Otherwise, I would've been torn up pretty badly. As it was, I was only experiencing some minor discomfort that was slowly turning into pleasure as I relaxed some more and adjusted my asshole to the massive, monster cock that was probably straightening my bowels and pounding the shit inside into mush.

I usually clean out my asshole before I have anal sex, but since this contest was sort of spur of the moment...

Hmm. That reminds me... I looked over to where Brandy was. Surprise, surprise. She'd managed to finish off the two dwarves in her cunt, AND the tit-fucking goblin. But I could tell she was having a tough time with the groll dick shoved up her ass like that, and she was still having a tough time with those two cocks in her mouth. It was also obvious the poor dear knew nothing about morCatha sex, because she was jacking them off like she would a human male. Not that I blamed her for her ignorance, though. Have you ever really taken a good look at a morCatha?

They're small, weird flying creatures slightly larger than a spider monkey. Built along the same lines, but hairless and red, with batlike wings instead of arms and with a spadelike point at the end of its tail. They're also about as low as you can get on the sentient scale. Any lower and they'd be considered animals. So you can see why human/morCatha sex is pretty rare.

Meanwhile, my lower torso was just busy fucking and being fucked, totally independent of what was happening with the rest of my body. I sort of put my mouth in automatic mode, sucking on the goblin cock every time it made contact with my mouth, and just settled down to enjoy my double fucking.

Oooh, yes! The dwarf dick was hitting me just right, as he frantically buried his spurting phallus balls deep into my cunt, his thick, wiry pubic hair grinding into my clit. It doesn't usually take much to make me cum, and that just about hit the spot.

Forgetting about the log up my ass, I let out a holler and spasmed uncontrollably as waves of pleasure radiated from my cunt, washing all over my body.

"Oooh, gods-fucking-shit! Fuck me! Harder, you little shit! Fuck me harder!" I really wanted the dwarf to continue fucking me, 'cos that would have made me cum a second time, but it was all over for him as the last of his cum dribbled out of his wilting shaft into my twitching cunt.

Right about then, the goblin jammed his shaft into my mouth and let out a groan of his own, as his thick, yellow sperm gushed out of his piss-slit and into my sucking mouth. Mmmmm! Musky, sourish, a bit like mango-flavoured yogurt. I greedily gulped it all down, again allowing a bit to dribble out of my mouth as my cheeks hollowed, trying to suck out every last drop from the spurting cock.

Yes! Seven down, one more to go!

I looked over at Brandy. She was still struggling frantically catch up with me, but even a noodle-pated ninny like her could tell it was all but over and her ass would be mine for 2 full years of indentured service.

Now, I could really get down to business. I shoved the goblin aside and sat up, squatting on my haunches. I placed the groll's hands on my buttocks, using them to spread my asshole wide open. Then, settling my hands on the base of his cock for support, I began to fuck the astonished groll, driving his enormous phallus deep into my rectum.

A groll dick is just like a human's, only larger. Much, much, larger, with an average length of 15 inches and an average thickness of 5 inches! Trust me, if you've ever had an arm up your ass or pussy, you'll know what it feels like to fuck a groll. I don't usually come when I have such a large cock up my ass. The mingled pleasure and pain is too distracting to get a really good cum, unless you're into S&M, which I'm not.

So I concentrated on using my tight asshole to bring the groll off. Sure enough, just when it was just starting to feel good, the groll let out a bellow and grabbed my hips, jamming me hard on top of his cock.

Do you know that grolls cum almost as much as a horse does? I swear, I felt my bowels flooding with the groll's hot, watery sperm. It just spurted out of my asshole, forced out by the pressure, and I could feel almost a quart shooting deep into me. It felt so good I started to frig myself, wanting to cum very badly, but with a last fuck and jerk, the groll inadvertently pushed me off his spurting cock.

I turned round and looked. Yup, he was still cumming! So I grabbed his slimy dick with both hands, and jacked him off as I placed my mouth on his enormous cock-head. Yes, I know what you're thinking. His cock was covered with slime... a mixture of his cum and my shit. But the problem was, not only was I a top-class bounty hunter, I was also a world-class slut. I'd do almost any nasty thing if it makes me, or the person whom I'm doing it to -- or even whoever happens to be watching -- feel good. That's why I was a natural at the Pink Pussy. It was a nasty joke, the final clincher by the giant gods, but this time I knew exactly who was responsible and why.

I could smell the stink of my own shit as I licked and slurped on his still spurting piss-hole. Usually, groll cum looks like half-cooked egg white... and it's about the same consistency too. This time round, I was lapping up brown slime, tasting my shit along the way, but somehow that made me even hornier still, as if I hadn't even cum earlier.

I knelt, ignoring the groll who had just finished cumming, and beckoned at Mungo Jerry. He's my right hand man in the Pink Pussy. He also doubles up as a bouncer if ever things get a little hairy. I don't know what breed he is, but he's strong as an ox, and looks big, tough and mean. But all my girls go to him whenever they need a shoulder to cry on. Go figure.

"Mungo! Bring on Tweedledee and Tweedledum!" I ordered.

Now, in case you're wondering, Tweedledee and Tweedledum aren't some exotic breeds I found in the back of beyond out in the boonies. They're two great, huge mastiff hounds, black as night and almost the size of a small pony. They make great guard dogs when the place is shut down and they also double up in the shows we put on. If the morCatha were at the lowest end of the sentient scale, these 2 dogs were probably on the high end of the animal intelligence scale. They were so smart it was uncanny!

I had figured on showing up Brandy, and finishing off her pretensions as a world class slut once and for all. She was still plugging away. She'd somehow managed to finish the morCatha, but the ratman and minotaur were still giving her problems, as was the groll in her ass. I think she was struggling so hard, she never noticed that the contest was over, and I had won the bet and she was mine for the next 2 years.

Kneeling down, I waved to the patrons. Some waved back and cheered. It was some show! Most of them were all fucked out, and my girls had done valiantly, taking on 3 or 4 at a time to satisfy every single one of the horny bastards in the Pink Pussy that night. But there were a few die-hards who were either taking their own sweet time to cum, so they could luxuriate in fucking a pretty girl's asshole or cunt, or they were going for seconds or even thirds. Since most of them were non-humans, that was a distinct possibility, being randier and more able to keep it up, as it were, for several rounds.

Mungo brought Tweedledee and Tweedledum in, and the place quietened down. Any time they were brought on, the patrons could be assured of a special treat. Also, I guess the sheer size of my two mastiffs had everyone in awe. Not all my girls could take them on. And certainly not two at a time.

I got down on all fours, sticking my ass high up. I could feel the brown slime drooling out of my well-fucked asshole, and running down my cunt lips before dripping onto the stage. Shit. I'd have to wash my cunt really well, maybe even see a witchwife for a potion to make sure my cunt was really clean and that I didn't get infected.

I looked behind my shoulder at the two dogs and barked out, "Mount, Tweedledee! Mount!"

At that command, my well-trained dog instantly got on top of me, and I could see his red prick coming out of its sheath. He was so large, he didn't have to rest on me at all. Instead, he just stood over me and settled down on his haunches, so in his body was in a jack-knife position. I reached round and grabbed hold of his rapidly erecting cock, and slowly pulled it down to my cunt. He was already starting to fuck the air, his animal instincts taking over even before I put it in. Steadying the jerking prick, I guided the hot shaft into me.

Oh, gods! He felt SO good! Especially when I was so incredibly horny. I could feel every inch of his 10-inch doggie cock entering my cum-filled pussy, as my vaginal muscles grabbed hold of that hot, animal phallus. Considering most Tunfaireans have this incredible prejudice against inter-species sex, imagine what they think of bestiality.

"Oh, yes, doggie! Fuck me! Fuck my brains out! Make me cum!" I let everyone know just how good it felt and how much I loved fucking the dog as Tweedledee began. No human, or even non-human can fuck quite like a dog. It pulled out maybe one or two inches from my pussy, then rammed its cock back into my cunt, all the while going at it hammer and tongs and the dog did it so fast, it literally took my breath away!

I looked round at Mungo. He was still holding Tweedledum, whose cock was already out and erect and was straining at the leash. I signaled for him to bring the dog round to my face. Knowing what to do since he'd done it countless times, Mungo settled the dog in front of me, its tail towards me. Reaching down, he grabbed the dog's erect cock, and swiveled it round so that it was sticking out behind the dog... right into my waiting mouth!

I heard the oohs and ahhs then. No matter how many times I or any of my girls did it, the reaction was still the same. Putting an animal's cock into your mouth? I'd seen genteel ladies from the Hill, slumming in the Tenderloin on a naughty night out, puke at the sight. But I just welcomed the dog cock, licking and lapping at it with my tongue before I swallowed half of it at one go.

I could just imagine how I looked: a sexy redhead down on all fours like a dog, being fucked at both ends by a dog. The mental image stimulated me so much, I felt I was about to cum just from the thought alone, it was so nasty! Then I felt the knob at the base of Tweedledee's cock start to swell.

It kept on hitting my blood-engorged clit. That, and the thought that I was going to allow the dog to tie with me, pushed me over the edge.

I couldn't very well say anything since my mouth was full of doggie cock, but I could, and did, make ecstatic sounds as I again felt the familiar waves of pleasure wrack my body. This time, the sensations were much stronger, since I was all ready for the fucking, and I was attuned to it both physically and mentally. It's quite easy to know when I cum. I can't fake it. I'm told my face goes all red, and my chest flushes all at once, and a sheen of perspiration covers my upper lip and bosom. Well, that happened right now for everyone to see... me cumming like gangbusters while letting a dog fuck me.

And the darn dog just didn't let up! He kept on pounding into me with those short, fast strokes of his, and I just kept on orgasming and orgasming, my climaxes piling up higher and higher on top of each other. That's why I never noticed exactly when my cunt -- already loose and sloppy from the simultaneous double fucking it had received, and well-lubricated by my own, as well as the dwarves' spunk -- opened up, and slipped over Tweedledee's knot!

Merciful gods, I was well and truly plugged! My cunt was totally stuffed with a knot the size of a man's fist, causing my already large clit to bulge out even more. Tweedledee had an extra inch or two of cock after its knot, and it used that to fuck me with. This time round, the short, bristly fur scraped across my incredibly sensitive clit. And that did it.

I screamed with my mouth full of dog cock as my orgasm turned my bones into jelly and my brains to mush. I almost passed out from the pure pleasure, but somehow my mouth was on automatic, continuing to suck on Tweedledum's cock even as I jacked on the dog's dick. Girls, if only you knew what you were missing out on by ignoring 70% of Tunfaire's male population -- non-human and animal -- you'd let all the men stay down in the Cantard. You'd never miss them! Hell, I couldn't even remember when was the last time I had fucked a pure human, and I get gang-fucked several times a day.

Round about then, those 2 dogs of mine started to cum... at the same time! I can't even recall what happened... I was lost in a world of pleasure, flung from peak to peak of ecstasy as the animals shot their cum into me. It sounds corny, I know, but that's exactly how it felt as the hot doggie spunk filled up my cunt. Not a drop leaked out, because we were sealed up so tightly! Tweedledum's cock released its load of sperm too, and I slobbered all over it, gulping down some of that rich, musky juice, letting some spurt all over my face before I clamped my lips tightly on the still spurting shaft, my tongue flicking at the dog's piss-hole.

Finally, the ride was over. I collapsed on my elbows, ass stuck high up because my cunt was still locked tight to Tweedledee's cock. I was panting with the force of my orgasms, my body still trembling in remembered delight. What dog cum I didn't manage to swallow spilled out from my mouth and dripped down to the stage. I could, vaguely, make out a tremendous, rowdy racket, as everyone in the Pink Pussy cheered and applauded. I had given them a show, alright. One that would probably make Tenderloin legend. It wasn't every day that you get to see a girl getting her rocks off and coming like I did while fucking and sucking two dogs. Most girls in the Tenderloin, if they do it at all (and believe me they do... if it's there for sale, the Tenderloin is the place to get it) do it for the money. A few, a very few do it because they love it. Most of them work for me, and I -- as I had so obviously demonstrated -- was one of them.

Tweedledee was in the classic position of a dog hung with his bitch... we both had our backs towards each other, the knot at the base of his cock making my pussy bulge out for everyone to see. Normally, the thought would have made me horny again, but right now, the insatiable itch in my cunt was appeased, if only temporarily. I was one well-fucked, totally satisfied bitch, and I was only too eager to show that to all the people in the Pink Pussy!

I glanced languidly over the other side. Brandy was down for the count. She'd given up, and was weeping quietly in a corner. I think the groll ripped up her asshole, and reminded myself to get Mungo to check her out.

Anyway, there I was, lost in my post-orgasmic glow, all sticky with cum, down on all fours, stuck to a dog's cock, when I saw him.

He was easily out of place. Human, short, only five feet high, and... soft, I guess the word was. He was soft. Soft hands, delicate fingers that looked like they'd never done a days' hard labour in their lives; soft features set in a soft, plump, bald head. Even his body, rotund as it was, would be soft, and his dick, if he had one at all, would be a teeny weenie one.

He came straight to me, ignoring the rowdy crowd around him. I could see he was extremely uncomfortable being here, especially with me being in the position that I was in. You could see the look of disgust on his face, but his eyes betrayed him, drawn irresistibly to the obscene union of doggie cock and human cunt.

Oh. One of those. Holier than thou, righteous patricians with an itch in their crotches like the lowest whore walking the Tenderloin. Hypocrites really get my goat. So I started needling him.

"Hi, Handsome... want a turn in my cunt after I get the dog's cock out?"

"Err... no... I umm..." His voice matched the rest of him, too.

"Want me to suck you off?" I offered. "No need to get rid of the doggie cum in my mouth."

Oh, he was really uncomfortable! "No! No! I..." you could see him visibly pulling himself together. "I'm here to request your services..." Here he reddened as I licked my lips suggestively and pushed my tits in front of his face.

"Your services," he hurried on, "in your official capacity of bounty hunter."

My eyebrows shot up at that. Business in that area was slack, new talent was cropping up and I was, at the ripe old age of eighteen, considering retirement and devoting all my time to the Pink Pussy. Still, it wasn't easy to make ends meet, what with paying off the girls, the staff, upkeep of the place, expenses and making sure the kingpin gets his cut...

"Bounty hunter?" He didn't look the type who needed one, and I said so.

"It's not for me. I've come on behalf of my Master."

So. I could hear the capitals. It would've been obvious if only I'd been thinking straight instead of lying there with my brains all fucked out of me by a dog. He was a flunky. High level, but only a flunky.

"Well, as you can see, I'm all 'tied' up," I said, indicating behind me at Tweedledee. A couple of guys around us snickered. From experience, I knew he wouldn't loosen for another 10 minutes or so. "Why don't you tell me where and when?"

He named names. I was impressed. All the way up the Hill. And a Storm Warden, no less. My interest gets aroused almost as easily as my cunt, and I was interested. Not only for the obvious monetary reasons, but this was the first time I had ever had contact with such a powerful sorcerer. Maybe I could get paid in coin of my own choosing.

"Alright. I need to get loose and freshen up." I definitely looked a sight, and I briefly wondered if I dared go for this meeting with my face and hair full of dried, drying and dripping, multi-coloured, non-human cum. Sighing mentally, I decided no way. "I'll be there in two hours. Just let the guards know I'm coming."

CHAPTER 2

Ah... the Hill. What can I say about it, except that was where the rich overlords of Tunfaire, the movers and shakers, the ones with the money and power stayed. It was up north, past the Dream Quarter, where the temples of the cities thousand and one cults and religions made their home. The streets are much cleaner here. More brightly lit, and safer too, since the City Watch take care to look after the welfare of those who hold the power to hire and fire over them.

The mansion of the StormWarden Argent Sable stood almost at the top of the Hill, status being measured by the proximity of your residence to the crest of the hill. And StormWarden Sable was really powerful, both in the magic department and the political arena. I wondered what he was doing back in the Cantard, away from all the fighting. Say what you will of our fair city's leaders, at least in this one respect, money and status didn't make any difference. The war down South was important, and they certainly did their share.

The StormWarden's place was huge, massive, even, and brooding, built in mock gothic imperial style that was popular a few centuries ago. Cavorting gargoyles and various uglies chased each other all over the facade. Oh, Ymir. One of those pretentious ones. The ones that feel they have to impress you with their money, wealth, status and power.

I couldn't have been more wrong.

Once inside, after a quick lookover by suspicious guards, the interior didn't match up with the outside. It was all light and airy, with a lot of maple wood furniture, open spaces and rugs thrown all over the floor. The butler took my cloak, and compressed his lips when he saw what I was wearing, but being well trained and the epitome of the stiff-upper-lip school of butlering, he said nothing beyond, "This way, milady," with a bit too much emphasis on the 'lady' for my taste.

Still, I was dressed to please myself, not anyone else. And I was wearing my usual working gear. All black leather. Thigh high boots made of soft, supple leather. The rest of my outfit consisted mainly of leather straps, used for the main purpose of providing me with places to hang my gear on, and I had a lot of gear, some of which wasn't immediately obvious. Two tiny triangles that barely covered my nipples left my tits uncovered and a slightly larger triangle that was just enough to cover my cunt hair. In fact, it was so small and tight down there, my pussy lips were bulging out at the sides, and the thin thong that cut through my crotch left my ass totally bare.

If you're wondering why someone in my line of work is wearing something so obviously impractical, let me tell you a little story.

Somewhere down the line, the giant gods played a really mean trick on me. Even though I was a half-breed giant, I didn't look it. Mom was the shortest of the lot, standing at only 8 feet in her socks... if she bothered to wear any at all. And my flaming red hair comes from mom's side too, since they were fire giants. I stand only 5' 8" in my socks. IF I bothered to wear any, and I thought I'd gotten a pretty raw deal for someone with fire giant blood. I was taller than most human females, though, and manage to hold my own with human males. What I did get from mom's side, though, was my strength. I don't look it, being quite well proportioned, and not overly muscular like some of the amazon-type female warriors, but I am stronger than oh... 3 or 4 men. Works out quite well in my line of work. And my skin is tougher than normal. It gives me the equivalent protection of leather armour, so you can see I don't slice easily, although a sword thrust is another story.

So you can see why I wear as little as I can get away with without being carted off to the Slough of Despond -- Tunfaire's jail -- for indecent exposure. I don't need the armour. Plate is good, but a little showy and noisy. Anything else was as good as my skin. So I sacrificed the weight and extra protection for speed and mobility. Besides, it gives me an advantage in a fight. Most men just can't take me seriously when I'm dressed like a whore playing toy soldier. So while they're still making up their minds whether to whip me or fuck me, I get the first strike.

But the giant gods were definitely out to get me, what with their warped sense of humour and all. I mean, they think it's funny to cut someone up and tie their entrails to a tree, then set wolves chasing after the poor sod just so they can watch him wind his guts round it. I mean, I'm a giant 'breed, right? Flaming red hair and all. I'm a bounty hunter, right? Mean, tough bitch that'll bite off your balls and chew 'em up for breakfast, right? So why by all the giant gods did they have to give me big, bouncy tits with ENORMOUSLY large, I mean huge nipples? My nipples stick out like a sore thumb because that's how large and thick they are! And a slim waist that helps a lot in combat because I can twist and dodge a lot better, but they had to go and spoil it all by giving me this ass that wiggles and jiggles when I walk on my long, slim legs.

And don't get me started about my cunt, either. Thick, fleshy pussy lips that dangle down an inch from my plump cunt mound, and a clit that's the size of a pea sticking out an inch from its hood. Gods above, I tell you if I wasn't a bounty hunter, I'd probably have been the most successful and popular whore in the history of Tunfaire.

Shit, who's gonna take me seriously when they see me coming? That's why I make it a point to make sure my rep stays tough.

And I could see all of this and more in the eyes of the StormWarden. He looked a normal, ordinary fellow. Nothing distinguishing to mark him as one of the city's most powerful sorcerers... until you noticed the air of competent power that he projected.

Whoa, girl. Better play it straight here.

"Ms... Sapphire Steele?" Deep bass. What, I wondered, was he doing with a flunky like Softy?

"StormWarden Sable. I got here as quickly as I could."

"So I was told." Was that a flash of wry humour in those obsidian eyes?

"Right." I was being brisk and all business now. "Who do you want me to find?"

Instead of answering me, one of Tunfaire's major powers walked off and led me to his study. It was a bit like him. Quiet, undistinguished. But every piece of furniture and every book that lined the walls were there for a purpose, and you could almost feel the magic from all those years of study and practice charging the air in the room.

He turned and watched me enter. I had to give him full marks for his control. I mean, here I was, practically bare-assed naked, sexy as hell, if I say so myself, with a walk that set old men drooling, radiating a silent "FUCK ME" siren call to 99% of the male population and he watched me with absolutely no more emotion in his eyes than he would have given an old servant bringing in his afternoon tea. My respect for him went up even more.

I sat down in one of his chairs, unconsciously sitting with my legs spread wide open so that my leather crotch covering practically disappeared into my wet slit, exposing my cunt lips. I mean, I'd done it for so many years it was automatic and I never gave it a second thought. Not until I looked into his eyes again. By then it was too late to do anything about it, so I decided to tough it out. By Ymir's iron balls, I'd outfaced hairier men than this.

I never noticed him making any sort of signals, but as soon as we were seated, the butler came in again with some drinks. I never found out how the smooth bastard did it, but I was served my favourite drink. Dark ale, all foamy and drawn straight from the keg. The StormWarden had a glass of purplish red wine... claret, I guess.

He looked at me and all of a sudden, my cunt woke up and began to itch like crazy. Oh, gods, I wanted his cock inside me! Aware that my cunt juices would seep out sooner or later, what with my legs spread wide open like that, I tried to speed up the interview so I could leave before I embarrassed myself further by showing him evidence of how much I wanted him to fuck me. Before I could say anything, however, he spoke.

"Your appearance belies your reputation, Ms Steele."

Tactful sod. "Yeah, well, it's... useful."

"I find I am in need of your particular talents. I need you to locate someone for me."

"Hey, that's what I do. I'm a bounty hunter, after all. You want him dead or alive?"

"Alive, please." Yes, definitely a flash of wry humour there. "And it's a 'her', nor 'him'."

Her??? A female??? Now, there's nothing wrong with the female sex, but most of the folks I bump into in my line of work are males, for some reason. Maybe us females can get what we want without having to resort to crude, lawless methods. Unlike the poor men who have nothing else to offer, especially that piece of equipment between their legs.

"Alright... who is she?"

"She's... my daughter." Gods, the amount of pride he'd had to swallow to make that admission. Like I said, he was already sky-high in my estimation, so I tried to make it easy on him.

"Kidnapped? They want ransom or something? That's more like Garrett's line of work, you know. You ever hear of him?"

"Yes, his name was brought to my attention. However, he is out of town on an assignment. Down to the Cantard, I believe, but no," he continued. "She wasn't kidnapped. She ran away... with her boyfriend."

Oh, great, girl. Why don't you put both feet into your big mouth at the same time? Save you all that trouble.

"How do you know?" Might as well play it straight. I figured he could take it like a man.

"She didn't leave a note if that's what you mean, but I made some enquiries." If I remembered correctly, StormWarden Sable was a widower, and his daughter was the only child. She would've been spoilt rotten. Wonderful. I sighed mentally.

"Do you know where she is?"

"Yes." Hmm. Weird. If he knew, why call me in?

"And..?" This was going to be difficult if he needed the prompting.

"She's... down in the Tenderloin. And her boyfriend leads a packs of ogres."

Sheee...it, girl! Gods, I would EARN every single copper groat of my fee! That short sentence told me a lot. It meant that his daughter was probably living it up as a whore, shacking up with her ogre boyfriend, the pimp. AND he had a bunch of ogres to back him up. The worst of it was, there was no way the StormWarden was able to charge in there to rescue her -- if she needed any rescuing in the first place -- because that would have meant he'd be butting heads with the kingpin of Tunfaire's underworld... Chodo Contague.

Chodo was... Chodo. Tunfaire's Kingpin, crimeboss, emperor of Tunfaire's underworld. He was a hairless, colourless, ugly lump confined in a wheelchair, and he looked like a helpless cripple. Until you look in his eyes. Chodo's eyes mirror his rotten soul and the fury, lust and murder there show you just why he is the undisputed king of the dunghill. Nobody, but nobody, messes around with Chodo. Not even a StormWarden.

This was getting better and better. The giant gods were having a roaring time at my expense today.

"So... do you think she left willingly? Or did you have a quarrel and she's doing this to pay you back?"

He looked away to hide the pain in his eyes. "We were close, once... but since her mother died, we drifted further and further apart... the pressures of ruling the city... the war in the Cantard... she grew up even before I knew it. And I discovered I never even knew the girl that is my daughter."

Hmm. Standard sob story of the rich and shameless. Poor little rich girl. Daddy's girl, wanting his love and attention, but not knowing how to get it. And both end up hurting the ones they love most. I may be only eighteen, but I've seen a lot of life and its seamier side.

I kept my mouth shut, though. Hell, no one is perfect. From all accounts, the StormWarden did try to do his level best for the city, and gave his all in the war in the Cantard. Too bad there wasn't any of him left over for his daughter.

"What's her name?"

"Jade. We... my wife and I... named her that for her green eyes."

Great. A description at last. Turned out she was sixteen, blonde, tall, very pretty with a curvy figure. She'd go down like gangbusters in the Tenderloin. Line up, line up to sock it to an aristocrat's daughter. The johns would pay, and gladly... especially if she was willing. Finding her wouldn't be a problem. Getting her back would.

"Was she a virgin when she ran away?" Now, why did I ask that?

"I don't know... judging from her actions, I'd have to say... no." OK. So he was being a realist.

"Do you know where she is now?"

Gods, I swear. That stone face of his seemed to crack for just a moment. But he held it in. "She's working over in Kitty's Pleasure Palace. The ogre, her 'boyfriend' is her pimp and she's doing twenty or thirty customers a day. I - want - my - daughter - OUT - of there and back here."

Why can't anything, the things that matter most, ever be easy? "What if she doesn't want to come?"

"How can she not?!!!" he exploded. "You can't mean to tell me she -- she -- LIKES it there? Doing what she's doing???"

"It depends," I coolly pointed out. "Inside every woman, there's a hot-cunted slut just waiting to get out. Look at me. Some never do, 'cos it's buried so deep. Others discover it and there's no stopping them. You've done your homework on me. You should know that all the girls who work in my place do it because they like it. They have to. You can't pay any girl enough to do what they do. You can threaten and drug them. But you can't pay them. Hell, I've got kids as young as eleven or twelve working there because they can't get enough goblin cock. I don't know about your daughter, but if she loves it, there's no way I can bring her back out again."

I was giving it to him hard. I guess he needed to wake up from his fantasy that daddy's little girl doesn't put out. If she was spreading her legs for twenty or thirty johns a day -- and over at Kitty's, you don't get the refined clientele but the scum of the street... beggars, cripples, the homeless -- she was not only putting out, but loving it. Either that, or she was doing it drugged or because she was being beaten into it. But if her boyfriend was an ogre... well, the StormWarden had brains enough to put two and two together. Now, if he would only use them.

He refused to use them. "I don't care. I want her OUT! I don't care how much it costs. I'll pay."

"Anything? You don't care?"

"Just get her back. I'll pay whatever it takes." Gods, he didn't like me at that moment. I wouldn't have given a wooden groat for my chances of ever getting him into my oozing pussy.

"I'll charge you expenses. But for my main fee..." I paused. Alright, girl go for it. No pain, no gain. No guts, no glory. "For my main fee, I want you to remove a curse from me."

"What??!!" There. THAT startled him enough out of his mire of self-pity.

"I said, I want you to remove a curse from me." And I told him why.

* * * * *

If you think humans are biased towards half-breeds, you should see how the non-humans treat breeds.

I never knew how mom met dad. Hell, I never even knew who dad was. I was a bastard, pure and simple, and no one wanted me except mom. For the first couple of years of my life, I was living a bare existence. Every other giant ignored me like I wasn't there... except when they wanted me to do scut work. Every night, I could hear mom's parents, brothers, sisters, uncles, aunts, cousins... the whole fucking family... ream her out because of me.

When I was five, I guess mom couldn't take it any more. She left me at a monastery. But before she did that, she told me it was for my own good, that I'd be free to make my own way in the world instead of being beholden to her whole crummy family.

The place she'd left me at was the monastery of the Sisters of the Moon, a warrior priestess organisation that worshipped the Lady in the Moon, and went around protecting other women from abuse by men. And yes, they were all lesbians. I got sucked into it almost from day one. I looked human. I acted human. And I was very careful, after a few accidents, to hide my true strength. No one ever found out.

They put me into training as an acolyte warrior priestess. I may go into detail about that at some later date. They taught me how to fight, all the secret empty hand techniques handed down from generation after generation of warrior priestesses. They taught me two schools of weapon fighting. And I was being inducted into the first level of moon-magics, so I could participate fully in the full moon rituals.

When I was fifteen, I was sent out on my final test. It was a real assignment. Succeed, and I'd be a full-fledged warrior priestess. Fail.. well, failure meant my death anyway, so that wasn't much of a concern.

There was a human/demon half-breed that had been terrorising the countryside to the south. He'd come in out of nowhere and taken over a ruined tower. After rebuilding, he'd gathered a motley crew of non-humans and breeds to himself, then he went out and captured straying farm girls, always pretty and young, to practice his particular form of sex magicks. He'd cast a spell on them, and then when they were willing and able, he'd fuck them to death. At least they died in ecstasy.

I went in, full of fire and zeal. The Sisterhood had been good to me. I developed a sense of self-worth that I could never have obtained otherwise, so I guess mom was right there. I was trained to do something worthwhile, and what training it was! And my young body had been introduced to sex, although it was the lesbian kind, from age five. I wanted to prove myself worthy.

His guards weren't much of a problem. Like I said, they were rejects, the lowest of the low, and compared to my training, I might as well have been fighting the dummies I used for sword practice.

I'd cast a minor spell of concealment on myself, so I could sneak into the demon's tower unnoticed. What no one told me was that the demon's power and magick was stronger than that given to me by the Lady in the Moon. His was sex magick, the power of life and death, and it swept away my pitiful spell as if it wasn't there. Then, he laid hands on me... and cast his spell on me.

How well I remember his words then: "You stupid cunt! Did you think to go against me with your pitiful Sisterhood training? Killing those worthless scum means nothing! This is as far as you go!" I felt a tingling pass through me, and my body grew warmer. My armour was too tight, too hot... I needed to take it all off...

"What have you done to me?" I cried.

His laugh was cruel. "I've increased your body's sexual sensitivity one hundred times! I've increased your natural sexual appetites a hundred fold! I've swept away all your inhibitions... there's nothing you wouldn't do for sex! And now... now, I'm going to fuck you to death, my stupid little cunt... and, maybe after I have you, I'll take care of the rest of your precious Sisterhood!"

Oh, but the bastard was magnificent. His body was like a god's, his face cruelly handsome, and his cock... his cock was a thing alive. It was fully 12 inches long and 5 inches thick, and the thick veins criss-crossing it writhed like snakes, throbbing, never ceasing.

Then he placed the tip of his cock at the entrance of my cunt... and I exploded into a million pieces as the most shattering orgasm I'd ever felt hit me. I was deep in the throes of my never-ending orgasm as he raped away my virginity... but how can I call it rape when I wanted, ached, desired for his cock with every fibre of my being?

He took me countless times, in countless ways, shoving his prick till it was deep in my cunt, past my cervix and he was shooting his potent sperm straight into my womb; he fucked my asshole for the first time and flooded my bowels with his cum; he thrust himself down my throat and filled my belly with his hot seed; he fist-fucked me deeply, burying his hands elbow deep into my cunt and rectum; he made me eat our shit and drink our piss until I vomited, and made me eat that as well; and he did it again and again, over and over, making me cum my brains out; I was in love with him, I would have died for him, as he intended me to.

I still remember screaming, over and over, "I'M CUMMING! OH, GODS, I CAN'T STOP CUMMINGGGG!!!!! MORE, MORE!!! DON'T STOP FUCKING ME!!!!" and his reply, "Idiot! Fool! Cunt-for-brains! My sexual energy far exceeds that of a mere human. I won't wear out until your human body dies of pleasure and fatigue! I'll fuck you until your mortal mind is driven insane!!!!"

Any normal, human girl would have died from pure pleasure and exhaustion long ago. But although I looked human, I wasn't. And that was what saved my life, I guess. My giant genes gave me strength and endurance beyond that of a 'mere mortal', my tissues and muscles were able to withstand the ferocious assaults of his monstrous cock, and I discovered my capacity for sex and pleasure was more than a match for his.

The morning came, as I stirred lazily back to my senses again. I was sticky, totally caked in cum. Every single inch of me was literally plastered in dried and drying cum. I had to clear my eyelashes before I could see, and wipe my nostrils clear so I could breathe. My mouth felt and tasted foul... no wonder, since I'd eaten shit, piss, cum and vomit. My insides were flooded with his cum. My tits ached with need, my nipples so stiff and sensitive the very slight breeze caused my cunt to awaken with renewed desire. My cunt and asshole hung open, semen still leaking out, loose and gaping from the uncountable times he had fucked me senseless with his giant cock and arms. I felt good, I felt wonderful, I felt ALIVE!

I felt him stirring beneath me. "Oh, my goddddssss..."he moaned. "Two hundred and thirty eight times!"

"Oh, goody, you're awake!" I chirped, as I reached for his limp cock. "Let's continue... I need to fuck some more!"

"I can't," he moaned pitifully, "I'm exhausted! There's nothing left!"

I had been sucking on his cock, feeling that wonderful thickness stirring to life inside my mouth, awakened by my lips and tongue. "Oh? Well, that's not what this little fucker here says!"

I rose up, and straddled him. My cunt gaped wide open, and a dollop of cum plopped out of the holes between my legs, lubricating his erect shaft. "You promised to fuck me till I was completely satisfied, remember?" I lowered myself onto his cock, heedless of his feeble protests, feeling my orgasm build up again as I felt his thick cock slide into my hungry pussy. "And honey, I'm not even CLOSE to being satisfied!"

I used my tired legs to pump myself on his turgid prick. My loose vagina easily accepted his massive cock, as I plunged it all the way into my cervix. I held it inside me, as I squeezed my internal muscles together, hoping to coax another blast of hot cum to fill up my empty womb.

"No! Oh, demons below You're a succubus! That's what you are! A succubus!"

"No, I'm not, honey," I said, as I felt the first spurts of cum hitting my womb. "I'm just a very horny girl, and I'll suck you all you want, right after I fuck you." And with that, I let my orgasm take control of my body.

But the demon gave a frightful wail, and right before my astonished eyes, he began to shrivel and dry up. I could actually feel his cock shrinking inside my cunt!

Before long, I was fucking the dried, mummified remains of the demon and cumming my brains out. I was still so horny, I sat on the dead demon, fucking his shriveled cock for half a day before I quit.

I thought the demon's death would've removed the spell, or curse he'd placed upon me, but I'd no such luck.

The journey back to the Sisterhood took two long weeks. I was so incredibly horny, I ended up fucking my horse, and any stray dogs or travelers we ran into. The animals were the best, since they could keep on fucking for a long time, often several times after they came inside me, before they finally quit. Even so, I nearly fucked my horse to death by the time we reached the monastery.

And guess what happened to me then?

The giant gods were having a rare good laugh at my expense. Even after I'd succeeded in my mission, I couldn't remain in the Sisterhood because I was no longer a virgin, and had been sullied by the touch (and cock) of a male. Hell, I knew I REEKED of cum even after two weeks, but they didn't have to get THAT snotty about it all.

So I kissed the Sisterhood goodbye with my middle finger, and made my way to Tunfaire where I've been for the past two years, where I've made it my ambition to be the best bounty hunter the city has ever seen, and to fuck my way through the entire male population before I leave.

* * * * *

The StormWarden sat silently after I'd finished telling my story. I really couldn't make out what he was thinking, his eyes were so closed.

Then, abruptly, he spoke, "It's agreed, then. Get my daughter back, and I'll try to remove your curse from you."

"'Try?'"

"I cannot do or promise anything until I've had time to study the curse... and its effects on you."

No shit. Still, this was the best chance I've had of getting the curse removed from me since I met up with that damned demon. And half a chance is better than none.

"It's a deal." And we shook on it.

CHAPTER 3

Gods, was I in a sticky situation.

I had just told a StormWarden I'd get his daughter back from her ogre boyfriend; who also happened to be her pimp as well as the leader of his own gang of street ogres, and you don't mess around with a bunch of ogres. If I simply walked into Kitty's Pleasure Palace to bust her out... well, if Kitty's toughs didn't get me, the kingpin's men would, because I'd be messing around with his business. And if I didn't get his daughter back, the StormWarden would call such a shitstorm down on my head, I don't think even Chodo could protect me down in the Tenderloin.

What to do... what to do... I could have let well enough alone, of course, but the temptation of getting my curse removed had been too great. No use crying over spilt milk. What I had to do was get more information.

I had to find out who Jade's boyfriend was. How many members he had in his gang. What Jade's real situation was. I couldn't completely trust Argent Sable's information... not if it'd been filtered through his paternal bias.

So it looked like I was off to Kitty's.

Now, I could go as one proprietor to another, but I wouldn't have found much that would be of interest that way. You'd think we'd all stick together, being in the same business and all, but no... it's a dog eat dog world out there. So I'd have to go in as a customer... a really kinky one. I'd heard about a high-class girl working for Kitty... and I was interested in doing the same... yeah, that might work. It takes all kinds, and different strokes for different folks and all that jazz.

I headed back to the Pink Pussy to change my outfit. Hammered brass brassiere held together by some thin chain links, two wisps of transparent silk between my legs, connected by another thin chain link. Laid some make-up on my face an inch thick. Loaded myself with fake jewellery, and put on a cloak to cover myself. A quick check in the mirror showed a high class lady dressed to go slumming. Perfect.

Hi ho, to the Pleasure Palace we go!

The Tenderloin is like another world. It was fully dark outside, and the street lamps were burning brightly. The streets were reasonably clean and very crowded. It was five hours after sunset. Rush hour for the city's red light district. Pimps accosted passersby, promising them heaven on earth. Prostitutes worked the streets, most of them semi-naked or totally naked. They can be very direct about it, too. I mean, all it takes is for a naked girl to come up to a guy, grab his hand and place it on her bare pussy or tits while she squeezes his cock and she's in business! Other establishments were a little more refined. Naked girls would posture and pout behind glass windows, enticing the customers inside by the simple expedient of fucking themselves with whatver caught their fancy... fingers, hands, dildoes, bananas...

Kitty's Pleasure Palace was down an offshoot off the main Tenderloin. It catered for the lowest end of the crowd. The dregs. Beggars, cripples, lepers... all of them came to Kitty's, where the girls were cheap and old. They had been used and re-used until they had nothing left. Kitty's was the last stop for most of them. That was why I was shocked when I found out the the Storm Warden's kid was here. My mind boggled at the thought that she was doing twenty or thirty customers a night.

Oh, gods. Kitty's was really the lowest of the low... the stench of the piss, shit, vomit and other unmentionables that clogged the street hit my nose like a punch in the head. The Tenderloin is one of the cleanest, safest places in all of Tunfaire. When you get so far away that the streets aren't even lit or clean meant not even the kingpin thought much of Kitty's. Hell, she couldn't even boast a bouncer or two, that's how cheap her place was. I guess cripples and lepers didn't have much fight left in them. So where did they get the juice enough to get their cocks up? Says a lot about how males think with their balls.

Hmmm. Unlike most nights, Kitty's was crowded when I got there. Which wasn't surprising if you considered the circumstances. People spilled out from the doors and windows. It looked as if all the scumbags from Tunfaire's streets were crammed in this miserable pile of rotting bricks.

I had to step on a lot of toes, and and elbow a lot of stomachs to even get to the door of the Pleasure Palace. For once, the inside was brightly lit, instead of the miserly oil lamp that usually passed for illumination there. And no wonder! Kitty's was a place where you paid for a girl, any girl, and went off into one of the many dingy cubicles to finish your quick fuck. You DEFINITELY didn't want a good look at whoever you were fucking.

But this time round, Kitty's was more like the Pink Pussy. A low table had been set up in the main foyer, with several candles placed around it, and the place was simply PACKED! I couldn't see much of what was happening on the table, but from the shouts and yelling from the crowd, I could guess. I mean, I didn't have to be a genius to understand what "C'mon, fuck her good!" means, right? And hey, I can even make a bet WHO was on the table.

Okay, elbow and foot stepping time again. I shoved one horny guy aside, and had to hold my breath when he turned round to protest. Have I mentioned the SMELL yet? This was worse than outside. Bodies that hadn't touched water for months... or even years; halitosis from mouths filled with rotting teeth; farts, belches... I wasn't getting paid enough for this kind of shit. The Storm Warden was getting off pretty cheap.

I stepped on a beggar's foot, turned my elbow out and... whoops!

Did I say Kitty's was too cheap to even have a bouncer? Well, not any more. An eight-foot tall ogre got in the way of my elbow.

"Trying' ta sneak in, huh?" he rumbled. "How many times I gotta tell you louses... no freebies!!! Now, pay up or else!" A huge, warty paw appeared suddenly under my nose.

Hidden underneath my cloak, I unhooked my brass bra. Then, parting aside my cloak, I flashed my naked tits at the ugly sucker and asked, "Are two of these enough for you, big boy?" Big Boy leered at me, and his paws were mauling my tits faster than the City Watch puts away their bribes.

Ogres are really ugly creatures. Vaguely man-like, their skin is all warty and hairy, with faces even a mother would have trouble loving. This particular one was typical for his species. Huge head, no neck, with lumps here and there that passed for a face, and irregular, yellowed teeth sticking out from a pendulous lower lip that stretched from ear to ear... two floppy, pointed ears that wouldn't look out of place on a dog... Ogres might be ugly, but they're STRONG. Second only to giants and grolls, with cocks that would make donkeys green with envy... and me scream with pleasure. I know, believe me, how I know!

Big Boy was squeezing my breasts with his huge, warty hands, tweeking and pinching my nipples and doing a good job of making me horny again. I removed a hand from my right breast and -- before he could even register outrage in that little brain of his -- slipped it down between my legs.

Drool dripped down his lower lip as he grinned beatifically. His horny, calloused fingers played around with my wet, slimy, loose cunt lips. Mmmmm... nice! I reached down, sliding one of his fingers in between my juicy slit, shuddering with pleasure as it stimulated my erect clitty. When his finger had been sufficiently lubricated, I let it slide easily into my vagina.

I gave a small sigh of pleasure and sort of melted against Big Boy. Oh, yessss... hand fondling my tits, finger fucking my cunt... I pushed down, impaling myself on his rigid digit and ground my cunt against his hand. Ogres DO have a thumb but only three fingers. But who cared when each finger was as thick and long as a human cock? My extra-sensitive love button sent a familiar tingling all through my crotch, causing my over-lubed pussy to leave wet smears all over his palm.

Just then, the press of people rudely jolted me out of my incipient orgasm as several newcomers pushed their way in. The ogre belatedly remembered his neglected duty, and pulled his hands away from my twitching body. My cunt was reluctant to release his finger but it came out anyway with a wet, sucking sound.

Whooo, girl! Simmer down! You got a job to do, remember?

"G'wan, beat it," said Big Boy with a lop-sided grin. "Hey, hey! C'mere you louse! Pay up or I'll bust yore sorry ass!" The ogre was back at his job, collecting the entrance fee for those who wanted to watch the show inside. Time to do mine. The ogre didn't even stop to think about what a girl like me was doing there. What a pea-brain! Maybe I wouldn't have to pretend after all.

I elbowed and pushed my way almost to the front. By Ymir, I was truly glad for my giant-born strength that night. Those suckers in front were stubborn about giving up the best seats in the house!

"Back, boys, back!" I heard the crack of whip before I spotted the owner of the voice. Kitty herself, in all her raddled glory. No amount of make-up could hide the ravages of time. Pasty white flesh bulged out of a cheap, chintzy sequined dress. "You know the rules," she yelled in a voice made hoarse by too much rotgut wine. "Only thirty of you get the chits to fuck her. The rest of you can only watch!"

So that was the set-up. Sweet. Very sweet. Knowing the capabilities of a Storm Warden, I shuddered to think what Sable Argent would do to Kitty if he ever caught her outside of the Tenderloin.

Up till then, I'd been so preoccupied with just getting to the front that I never even looked at the table. I made up for the oversight and there she was. Sweet little sixteen year old Jade Argent, naked as the day she was born, fucking a fifty year old one-legged cripple who hadn't bathed in years who was mauling her perfect tits as he porked her with his little dick.

She was a beauty all right. Long, silky blonde hair; firm, round breasts; long slim legs and the kind of smooth, clear skin only the high-born and truly rich ever possess. Must have been all that bathing in asses milks. Right then, her beauty was a little mussed up. Gobs of sticky white sperm were splattered all over her face and hair. Thick streams of cum ran down her sweating body, and her crotch, with its thatch of golden curls, was a mess of frothy, white semen. But I was still able to see her delicate pink cunt lips flower out every time the cripple pulled his diseased cock out of her cunt.

I couldn't believe my eyes. Contraceptive amulets were standard for working girls, and there were even spelled amulets to ward off the common venereal diseases like clap or the crabs... but the cripple's cock was like nothing I'd ever seen before! It was covered with red, ugly looking sores that oozed pus. And Jade was eagerly accepting that disease-ridden phallus deep inside her vagina! In fact, she was fucking back at the cripple with all the strength in her young body.

"Oh, yeah! Fuck me!" she was screaming. "Fuck me harder, you one-legged bastard! I'm gonna cum!" Well now. She might have been a high-born, genteel noblewoman, but Jade had a gutter mouth just like any common whore in the Tenderloin.

She grabbed the man's head and pulled him down to her face. She willingly opened her mouth and stuck her tongue into his mouth. It was pretty obvious they were both sucking on each others' faces combined with a lot of heavy duty tongue action. When they broke off, a thick strand of saliva connected her tongue to his. The cripple grinned at the crowd and I saw that most of his teeth were gone. What remained were blackened and rotting stumps. He was playing up this occasion for all it was worth. This was a once-in-a-lifetime fuck for someone like him, and he was determined to make the most of it.

The crowd roared as he swooped down and captured a perfect, firm breast. He gnawed at her erect, pink nipple with those rotting teeth of his and waggled his eyebrows lasciviously as he teased it with his tongue, drawing cries of delight from Jade.

"That's it! Oh, I'm gonna make it! Don't stop fucking... don't stop fucking me, I'm gonna CUMMMM!!!!!" She stuck her tongue back into the cripple's mouth again even as she came. Her young body trembled and shook as she moaned her climax into his mouth. She wasn't faking it. I could tell. Cat-calls and jeers came from the crowd as the cripple fucked her through her orgasm with renewed vigour. They were loving it!

At that moment, I was deeply thankful that Daddy dear wasn't around to see his darling little daughter fucking her brains out with the lowest of Tunfaire's dregs and scum, even as the sight caused my cunt to twitch and drool.

Jade came down from her climax, foul-mouthing the cripple as his bucking hips began to jerk uncontrollably. "Yeah! That's it! Shoot your sperm in my belly, you fucker! Fill my cunt with your cum! Too bad you can't knock me up..."

What the...? I tuned her out and began frantically searching for her contraceptive amulet while alarm bells went off in the back of my mind. These amulets were usually worn around the neck or wrist. I didn't find any. Ye gods, how could I have been so blind? Even as I watched Jade getting fucked out of her mind, I had missed the biggest thing that was staring me right in the face.

Her belly. Slightly swollen, but enough to show she was at least 4 months pregnant.

Oh damn you giant gods to the frozen hells! Did her father know? Did he even suspect? She's been gone for several months. The way she was carrying on, ANYONE could have been the father. Her ogre boyfriend was a possible, though unlikely candidate. Half-breeds are possible. I'm a living testimony of that. But it's very rare to have one of the giant species like trolls or ogres mate with a human female and get her pregnant. Most human women aren't built for it, and giving birth to an ogre's child would likely have torn one apart. That left these cripples, beggars and lepers she'd been fucking as the only other option. Was her father going to be pleased when he found THAT out!

I looked at little mama-to-be. She was all flushed with exertion, and happy as a clam, damn her! I had a good view of her cunt as the cripple reluctantly pulled his limp cock out of her. A thick stream of white cum, mixed with yellow pus, oozed out of the gaping hole of her freshly-fucked vagina. He scrabbled his way up her body until he was practically squatting over her face.

"C'mon, bitch!" he growled. "Lick me clean!"

When I was right, I was right. These people were at the bottom of Tunfaire's social ladder. Hell, they were the mud on which the ladder stood! Jade was a noblewoman, easily the equivalent of a countess if we still had a king around to give out titles. Her kind had oppressed their kind long enough. Now it was payback time for the social pariahs... with a vengeange! What made it all the more sweeter was the fact that she was oh, so willing.

Now, I would definitely have smashed any male that ordered me around that way... not that I'm reluctant to clean a cock, but it wouldn't do my rep any good to let them boss me around like that. And my rep's important to me. But Jade... well, she took that pus- and cum-stained cock into her mouth and licked it clean just like that. She even looked deep into the bastard's eyes as she did it.

When she'd finished licking and swallowing, he reached around and pulled apart his crawny buttocks. "I said, lick me clean, bitch... all of it!" And Jade just obediently pulled his ass even wider apart and stuck her tongue into his puckered-up asshole! Even from where I was, I could see the encrusted brown muck. Toilet paper and the concept of hygiene was as unknown as a gold mark around these people.

Gods, she was either the biggest slut in all of Tunfaire... or she was one seriously sick girl! Don't get the wrong idea. I'm no prude. I mean, I've done all she's been doing, and a lot more besides. But then again, I had my excuse. What was hers?

"Ahhh... it's grand, mates!" said the cripple as he farted into Jade's face and I swear, she didn't blink or gag. She just took it, still cleaning the man's filthy asshole.

"Alright! That's enough, you pox-ridden sod!" Kitty waded in and pulled the cripple away. "Next!" she bellowed.

Jade was lying down, resting on her elbows while her legs were spread apart as widely as possible. She looked up with interest, scanning the crowd. I looked too. The unlucky ones that didn't manage to get a chit to fuck Jade were making do with Kitty's regular girls. The aging whores certainly had their work cut out for them, taking on three or four at one time while the men kept their eyes on Jade, each one fantasizing that it was her he was fucking.

Then, two men, grinning like maniacs, made their way to the make-shift stage. They threw off their rags until they were stark naked and approached Jade, who welcomed them with a huge smile.

One thing I noticed about the two men... they were both handicapped in one way or another. They were both scrawny, filthy and possessed teeth as bad as the cripple's. But one was missing his right hand. Midway from his elbow, it ended in a rounded stump. Amazing. He must have been a totally inept thief, since the City Watch didn't even bother to show its face whenever a crime was being committed. He must have had to practically fall at their feet to even get arrested. Whatever his story, he'd paid the punishment for pick-pocketing.

The other... the other was a hunchback. He was, like I said, scrawny all over, except for his back, which was knotted with bands of bone and muscle. One side of his face sagged, forcing it into a permanent leer. Both of them had open sores on their bodies and their stiff cocks.

Jade got on her knees, reaching out to grasp their hard pricks. A huge clot of cum fell from her cunt and splattered on the tabletop. Everyone loved that. You could tell from the volume of the cheers. She began licking and sucking on their cocks. This girl really loved sex, I could tell. She took their cocks deep into her mouth until her nose was buried in their lice-ridden crotch hair. She'd wank them even as she sucked on the cockheads, pushing the tip of her tongue into the piss-slits. Soon, both of their erections were slicked with her saliva. She'd really worked up a lot of spit during her cock-sucking and the excess drooled down her chin. That must have helped a lot because both of the guys had open, pus-drooling sores all over their pricks. In fact, I saw that some of the saliva that ran down the side of her mouth was yellowish.

All this while, the men were mauling Jade's fresh, young body; squeezing her tits and occasionally putting a hand behnd her head as they face-fucked her. I don't know why they even bothered. She was doing it willingly herself, allowing them to take turns to ram their cocks down her throat while she fondled and licked their balls.

After a while of this, they both must have been very close to cumming because they suddenly pulled out of her greedy mouth and pushed her down. They spread her legs wide open and really went to work on her. I suppose they couldn't resist her firm, resilient young breasts. Each of them popped one into his mouth and started suckling on it like a hungry, nursing baby. At the same time, their hands roamed all over her, playing with her messy cunt. They both played with her slimy cunt lips before sticking a couple of their grubby fingers into her fuck tunnel. I mean, those fingers were filthy! You could see the grime on them, and the undersides of their fingernails were absolutely BLACK with dirt but Jade must have loved it because her hips began to buck up and down as she fucked herself on their fingers, screaming all the time.

"Oh, yeah... that's it you filthy fuckers! Finger fuck me till I come! Don't stop!" she panted. She showed everyone she really meant business because she suddenly grabbed their wrists and jammed the fingers all the way deep into her cunt. It looked like each of the beggars had at least three fingers deep inside her twat when she started to shake.

"Nuh... nuh... nuh... oh, yeah... oh, yeah... I'm gonna make it, I'm gonna.... ARGGGHHHH!" Her body arched as her hips lifted up, bucking and trembling with the force of her orgasm.

"Mmmmmmmm... yesssss..." she sighed sensuously, her body calming down after her massive climax. The uproar around me had to be heard to be believed! She got hold of the hunchback's head and pulled him up to her so she could tongue kiss him. He leered as his mouth -- filled with blackened, rotting teeth -- closed over hers.

It was an amazing sight, make no mistake about that! I was so turned on by this it wasn't funny. My pussy was drooling overtime as my cunt-juice flowed down my thighs and ankles. I was so sopping wet, I needed a cock, hell, make that dozens of cocks, to fill me up. And the damned giant gods must have been whooping their heads off with laughter because that was the one thing I couldn't afford to do! If I got started, I probably wouldn't stop till I had fucked every man present. Now, THAT's a thought...

*SMACK!* I mentally whacked myself. Keep your mind on the job, girl!

Gods, I needed some relief! I fondled my pussy under my cloak. No one noticed, so intent were they on watching Jade's awesome performance.

The two bums hadn't stopped playing with her cunt. In fact, they'd grown even more daring, tugging and pulling at her cunt lips, spreading them wide open so that the avid audience got a clear look inside her well-used hole. And would you believe what that slut did?

As soon as she noticed what they were doing, she broke off her kiss and hoisted her legs until her thighs were around her ears. I was totally flabbergasted! How the HELL did she manage that??? She was at least four months preggo. She's not supposed to be this limber! And all this was accompanied by her usual foul-mouthed encouragement.

"C'mon, you bastards! Pull my cunt wide open! Let all these fuckers get a good look inside my hole!"

Never let it be said that the indigent ever lacked ambition or enthusiasm. Her words triggered a perverse streak in the two men as they set about obeying her commands.

The hunchback squatted and lowered his ass onto her face even as he hooked his stubby, dirty fingers inside her cunt and PULLED it wide open. You could see the crinkly walls of her lovely pink vagina pulse as it opened and closed with the flexing of her body. It still leaked from the sperm of all the men who had already fucked her. Meanwhile, the one-handed ex-thief had stuffed a couple of fingers into her asshole and pulled that wide open as well. It, too, leaked cum. Then, they got serious as each man tried to see how far he could pry open her orifices.

The hunchback grunted as he stretched her cunt even more. Her fuck tunnel gaped open, glistening obscenely in the candlelight, big enough for me to put my entire fist inside without any problem. The other guy wasn't doing as well since he was handicapped with having only one hand, but he managed. He's gotten her asshole to gape open too, although it wasn't as open as her cunt. I could now see the pink insides of both her holes pulsing open and shut as she strained to clean the hunchback's filthy, shit-stained asshole. The hunchback looked ecstatic as his saliva drooled onto her gaping cunt hole. No wonder! It's not every day you get someone like her to clean your asshole with her tongue!

Jade's cunt was now totally stretched to the max. Early training for childbirth, I guess. Hell, I could even see her pee-hole twinkling at me, and that's not an easy feat to accomplish, let me tell you. Her wide-open fuck-hole must have inspired the other beggar. He raised his handless arm, winking lewdly at the crowd, then fitted the end of his rounded stump into the huge opening of her cunt. He then pushed steadily but firmly and his arm just slid into her well-greased vagina.

Whoa! Now, THAT's a sight you don't see very day, I thought as I finger-fucked myself furiously with four fingers, all the while stimulating my extra-sensitive clit with my thumb. Oooo... that's it!

I steadied myself on the shoulder of an unheeding beggar who was totally engrossed at the obscene show down there on the make-shift stage. My orgasm blasted through me, making my knees buckle weakly, and my mind spun crazily with the exquisitely ecstatic sensations exploding from my crotch. Wow. It was one helluva orgasm. I'd squirted, puddling the floor beneath my feet and I don't usually do that unless I've had a huge, massive orgasm. Jade was DEFINITELY putting on a show that would have packed even the Pink Pussy to the brim!

By the time I had recovered my breath and looked again, the beggar had already stuffed his arm elbow-deep into Jade's cunt. Granted, he was missing some seven or eight inches from that hand, but it still meant she had another eight inches of the thickest part of his arm up inside her twat. Hell, his stump could be knocking on the entrance of her already-occupied womb, for all I knew! If she kept accepting such massive objects into her, Jade would soon own the loosest, sloppiest cunt in all of Tunfaire... and with all the whores in the Tenderloin and myself, that would have been an extraordinary feat.

Why was she doing all this, I wondered. There was no way she was being forced into this. Not with the kind of enthusiasm she was exhibiting. A spell like the one that had hit me could explain it... but as far as I knew, that kind of spell required some serious power behind it, and there weren't that many high-powered mages left in Tunfaire that could have pulled it off. Certainly not without notifying every other mage in the city as well.

Jade was trying to shove more of the cripple's hand inside her. She wasn't succeeding, but only because she'd run out of cunt for the arm to fill. Her pussy lips were obscenely stretched open, and her blood-engorged clit stuck out for all to see.

The ex-thief turned beggar began to fuck her slowly with his arm. He would withdraw it till it was almost out of her cunt, her pussy lips clinging to his arm, leaving a trail of body fluids as it came out. Then in it went again, her pussy lips disappearing inside with the arm until all that was left were two fleshy bulges around the truncated limb. The only reason why Jade was silent instead of being her usual vocal self was because the hunchback had taken the opprtunity to stuff his hard prick down her throat again. She must have cleaned up his asshole pretty well already.

However, the crowd was certainly making up for Jade's lack of verbal encouragement. They were chanting "Fuck her! Fuck her! Fuck her!" The beggar caught the rhythm of the chants until his amputated limb was thrusting in with each "fuck" and out with every "her". Soon, he was setting up a steady, pistoning action, pumping into her well-lubed cunt while he slobbered over her erect tits.

And Jade? She was screaming crazily, the cock in her throat muffling her cries. But if you think she was screaming in pain, think again. Her pregnant, sixteen year old body was responding to the one-armed beggar's "fisting" with a frenzy that outdid what I had previously witnessed. She was literally slamming her hips and cunt onto the invading arm. If she was trying to abort the baby, this would just about do it, I thought.

Instead, her entire body stiffened as the most massive orgasm I had ever seen shook her. I could almost imagine her totally strecthed, stuffed vagina pulsing around the thick, hairy arm. She almost threw the hunchback off her face with the force of her climax. How she didn't damage her spine, bent half over like she was I'll never know. Not that I cared, much, because I was cumming along with her, as was everyone else in Kitty's that hadn't already. Cocks were shooting into mouths, cunts and assholes, and where those weren't available, into fists and onto floors as the truly penniless furiously masturbated themselves.

I guess that was it for the foreplay. The two beggars -- hunchback and one-handed ex-thief -- settled down to the serious job of getting their rocks off.

The crippled beggar lay down on the floor and they both maneuvered Jade's still-orgasming body onto his. His erect prick entered her gaping cunt easily. At that moment, it was truly the loosest, sloppiest cunt in all of Tunfaire, mine excepted. The hunchback then moved to her back and shoved his cock into her as well.

I don't know if it was on purpose or whether it was truly accidental, but his cock slipped into her cunt as well. Oh, motherfucking gods... two erect phalluses were fucking into Jade's spasming pussy. I don't think she'd stopped cumming for the past minute or two. She was totally incoherent while she was getting the shit fucked out of her by two filthy, crippled, misshapen beggars. She wasn't her normal foul-mouthed self. All she could do was scream out her ecstasy as the two cocks pumped into her experienced, sixteen-year-old cunt.

Then the hunchback pulled out of her cunt, and stuck his cock balls deep into her asshole with one stroke. He then began to fuck her in earnest, his scabby cock moving easily in and out of her rubbery rectum. The tight anal opening clung to his thick shaft as it sawed into her shit-chute. Meanwhile, a sore on the cock that was fucking her pussy hit her cunt lips and broke open, oozing pus. I and everyone around me clearly saw the pus-stained cock enter her steaming pink cunt, the yellow liquid mixing with the white froth around her cunt lips. You know what? I think she wouldn't have bothered about it even if she had known.

What with all the earlier goings-on, I would have bet even odds that the two guys wouldn't last very long. I was right. By the time I'd come down from my third climax of the night at Kitty's, they were both blowing their nuts into Jade's well-fucked holes one after the other. The hunchback shot off first, filling her bowels with his hot, creamy cum. Then, while he was almost finished, his friend came inside her little pussy. You could see the whitish cum spurt out of her cunt as he spasmodically fucked her pulsing vaginal tunnel.

Phew! I was recovering my senses after the most obscene, erotic display I'd ever seen. So were Jade and her two customers, as well as the entire audience in Kitty's Pleasure Palace. After all, there's only so much sex and fucking a human body can take before it needs to recover, and everyone there was all fucked out!

Jade was still trembling from the intensity of her orgasms as the hunchback's soft cock finally popped out of her asshole. He tumbled down onto the stage next to the one-armed beggar, still panting from his exertions. Jade reluctantly pulled her pussy away from the cock that was still there -- I guess she liked feeling it inside -- and half fell across the two panting men. Like a trooper, she began to lick the shit- and cum-stained cocks clean, in the process breaking the few pus-filled scabs that hadn't broken earlier. She just sucked and swallowed all the scum.

*CRACK!* Madame Kitty was back again with her whip. "Okay, folks! Showtime's over!" I could believe it. What else could Jade do to top the display she had just put on? And this must have been her twenty-ninth and thirtieth customers. I wouldn't put it past Kitty to squeeze this golden goose for all she was worth. "You folks want more, you can come again tomorrow!" A sigh rippled through the crowd. They'd certainly gotten their money's worth!

"Hey, you!" Kitty prodded the two prone beggars with a toe. "This here's a high-class lady. Ya can't just leave her all dirty like this!" That was true. She was a mess from head to toe, her body glistening with sweat and sperm and who knew what else. Her beautiful blonde hair was all matted on her forehead with clumps of dried cum. "Clean her up!" Kitty cackled, snapping her whip for added emphasis.

The two beggars grinned and stood wearily, pulling their cocks away from Jade's still-sucking lips. I thought I caught a gleam of... anticipation?... in her eyes as she turned over on her back. She rested on her elbows, her legs in the spread-open position of the freshly-fucked, giving all of us a good look at the cum slowly leaking out of the two holes in her crotch. The guys took postion on either side of her and began pissing on her!

Well, nothing surprised me any more, even the sight of a well-born, high-class noble woman allowing herself to be pissed on. The Tenderloin being what it is, you can find people doing what she was doing... but not many, even here. I thought I was the nastiest, filthiest slut in all of Tunfaire. Looked like I had some competition! Jade had pulled her cunt wide open again, letting the two hot streams of urine enter her cum-filled fuck hole. The yellow piss, mixed with white gobs of semen, gushed out of her open cunt. They shifted aim, playing their piss all over her body, concentrating on her still-erect nipples. Hell, I think Jade could have gotten off on that if they'd kept it up, but they moved all the way up to her face.

Jade had a huge shit-eating grin on her as her mouth fell wide open. The two streams of yellow urine soon overflowed her open mouth. But that wasn't what she wanted. Yup, you guessed right. Jade Sable, daughter of StormWarden Argent Sable, one of the most powerful men in Tunfaire, kept her mouth open as her throat started swallowing the hot, salty/bitter piss of two mendicant beggars of her father's fair city. OK... maybe she wanted her baby would be born loving the taste of cum, shit and piss... who knew?

There's not much left to tell as far as the show was concerned. After the two lucky bums spent the last drips of their piss on her hair, the ogre came up and helped her up. She needed it, her legs were that shaky. He covered her naked body with a cloak, drawing groans of disappointment from the audience, and hustled her out of Kitty's; strong-arming those who were too slow to get out of their way.

Right. Now the night's REAL work begins.

I slipped out of Kitty's, ignoring the rabble who were still enthusing over Jade's performance, and started tailing the unlikely pair.

CHAPTER 4

You know how in most stories the hero, full of bulging muscles and no brains, simply wades into a fight with 8 or more guys and he just whacks off all their limbs and emerges with just a scratch?

Well, that doesn't happen in real life, guys. I was going up against the-gods-only-knew how many ogres. Like I said, thanks to my hlaf-breed giant blood, I can hold my own against one ogre... two at a pinch, though that's really pushing it. But there's NO WAY I can go against an entire gang of ogres all by my lonesome. I'd have to watch my step and use my brains to get out of this one.

Following Jade and her ogre bodyguard wasn't all that hard. It was late, the streets were clear... and I had an eight-foot ogre to trail. I'd've had to be an idiot to lose them.

Of course, just thinking that set off another train of thought. It was late. VERY late... two hours past midnight. Any lone traveller out on Tunfaire's streets was just begging to be robbed. Those two wouldn't have any problem. No footpad in his right (or unright) mind would want to tangle with an ogre. I certainly wouldn't have any problem taking care of myself, but tangling with thieves would definitely cost me time. I'd probably lose their trail.

Hmm.

I looked up. Above the roofs, the moon was scudding behind some clouds... waitaminute. The roofs. Of course!

Now this part of Tunfaire consists mainly of tenement buildings. Ugly, square structures that exist only to cram as many people as it can hold into the smallest possible space. But the main attraction for me was that they didn't have any sloped or shingled roofs. It was totally flat... probably so the contractor could save some money that way. The rooftops looked like the best place for me at the moment.

I made my way to the lowest building around, a three story shoplot.

Gathering my leg muscles, I jumped up.

Shit! My cloak got tangled up in my legs and I only managed to save myself from a nasty fall by grabbing hastily at a nearby window ledge.

I removed my cloak as soon as I had pulled myself onto the ledge and remembered I'd dropped my brass bra back at Kitty's. Damn. The silky wisps between my legs would have to go too. They COULD tangle me up at an inconvenient time. I used one of them to tie up my long, thick hair in a ponytail. I stripped off all the gew-gaws and fake jewellery, leaving only my highly decorated armbands on. I even removed those flimsy sandals. They were worse than useless. That left me almost as naked as the day I was born.

After bundling all my things together in the cloak and stashing it in an inconspicuous corner up there on the roof, I ran on.

Ahhh... it felt great not to be encumbered by all that clothing! The chill night air felt pleasant on my bare skin, being brought up on the cold mountain slopes where the fire giants lived. Let's see... they were headed west the last time I checked.

I ran right to the edge of the roof and leaped two stories up... made my way to the end of that roof and jumped down one story... oohh... a plank. I ran across it to the next rooftop and... bingo! I had my quarry in sight again. They were heading west, away from Ogre Town. I breathed a sigh of relief.

Although Tunfaire was a human city, most races had staked out a territory within for their own. The ogres had Ogre Town. The dwarves had Dwarf House, which wasn't so much a house as an entire complex. The ratmen... well, you get the idea. I certainly didn't relish the thought of going in all alone into Ogre Town after Jade and her boyfriend. You see, human or not, the other races were certainly human-like in very predictable ways. Try any funny stuff in what they considered their territory and you'd probably spend the rest of eternity pushing up daisies on Cemetary Hill.

So, I continued following the ogre and Jade, jumping across roof ledges and rooftops with comparative ease, given the strength of my muscles although I did have to make a nasty 12-foot leap across the huge courtyard of some rich bastard who -- for some unknown reason -- decided to build his mansion in this, the lower-class part of town.

They were heading to a more run-down area... oh, gods, not the Bustee! That part of Tunfaire made the slums look like high-class tenements. But they turned off and entered a five story tenement instead, may the giant gods be praised... for once! The buildings here were built very close together, most just having a five-foot alleyway separating them.

Now, which apartment would they be in?

At this time of night, most folks would be asleep. In fact, lights only burned in two of the tenement's many windows. One held a witer, scribbling feverishly on stacks of parchment by the light of a flickering candle. The other... oh, yes! Oil lamps, no less, all over the place. Ogres slumped or slouched over with wineskins in their massive paws.

Remember I told you the buildings were only about five feet apart? Well, I managed to find a window, with the wooden shutters conveniently open. No expensive glass in this part of town!

I settled my bare bum on the window sill and I could see and hear almost everything that went on in the ogres' room.

OK, let's see... There was only the one room, although the room was fairly large. It held a cheap table with four chairs, a dresser that had seen its peak 20 years ago, and a double bed. A sack of coins was on that table, the contents splilling out onto the surface. Gold, silver, copper. That must be... I did some quick calculation... holy cooties! ...close to a hundred marks there! Two years' wages for a labourer! That was one night's take? Jade was certainly bringing home the gold!

Six ogres had passed out in that room. Four on the chairs and two on the floor, all of them dead drunk. Only one was still standing. Jade's escort, and he was doing his best to catch up with his friends in the drinking department. Another ogre was lying on the bed, and there was Jade, lying between his thighs as she sucked and licked his massive ogre cock.

I strained to listen to what she was saying.

"Oh, Skredli (now, THAT was a common name for ogres... the equivalent Smith for humans) it was fantastic!" Suck. "They fucked all my holes and they even pissed on me!" Lick. The ogre rumbled. He sounded pleased. "I'm SO glad I learned all about how we've oppressed the lower classes."

Huh?

"I mean, I never knew how wrong it was to take advantage of the poor and disenfranchised like daddy and all the nobles have been doing for the last two hundred years... Mmmmm..." Gobble, gobble, slurp, wow, Jade certainly matched me in the deep-throating department. Not many girls can slip a ten-inch cock down their throats that easily. But her comments had me croggled. What the hell...?

"If it wasn't for Martha and Jeanine and Charity sharing all that... subversive underground literature with me," she continued as she came up for breath, "I'd NEVER have learned all about Goodman Marks' and his theories about equality..." Gulp. "...egalitarianism..." Swallow. "...the classless society..." Ye gods, she was good! She sucked cock better than the best pro I'd ever known. Too bad the rest of her brain was numb. What WAS she maundering on about? "...and how we high class nobles should make up for all our years of oppression... Ahhh..." She'd abruptly stopped her cock-sucking and clambered onto her boyfriend, lowering her cum-filled cunt onto his slick, wet hard-on.

Bouncing up and down on his cock, she continued. "And I'm SO glad I met you at that secret underground meeting and you told me how I could do my part to pay back the downtrodden masses, you little darling, you!" She stopped to kiss the ogre. Yikes. I'd heard ogres called many things, but "little darling" most indisputably wasn't one of them! I was beginning to wonder if Miss Argent was, like so many high-born nobles, a bit weak in the brain from all that in-breeding.

"I just LOVE letting them ...uh! ...use me any way they want to slake their lusts... It's so... Uh! ...satisfying. And I can begin to pay back what we owe them for so long... ooohhhh, deeper, baby, deeper!" Jade was really slamming Skredli's cock into her abused little pussy now. I have to mention that the bed was situated such that everyone in the room--those that were still sober, anyway--and myself on the window ledge outside had a very good view of what she was doing. Especially since she was facing his feet (and us) while she was fucking him.

What she was saying was beginning to make a weird kind of sense. If I got it right, Jade saw it as her obligation (?) to make up for how her father and others like him had taken advantage of the poor. Obviously, she couldn't pay back the massive amounts of money they'd been squeezed out of. So she prostituted herself instead.

"Oh, Skredli... today, I had TWO of them fucking my cunt... at the same time! And I had this guys... he's a handless cripple... shove his arm all the way inside my pussy... oohhh... yes, baby... don't stop, I'm gonna cum soon!" The ogre's cock was piledriving into her cunt now. Her pussy lips and clit just disappeared inside her fuck tunnel with each inward thrust, then bulged out again as Skredli pulled his cum-slicked cock out again.

"And I cleaned all their assholes like you told me to... oh, deeper, darling! Deeper! ...and all thirty of them just came up and fucked me one after another... ARGH!" Skredli had lifted her completely off his cock, and when he next rammed his cock into her again, it was inside her anus. "Ahhhh... oh, yes! fuck my asshole, baby, just like they fucked my asshole... cum inside me... it feels so good when you cum inside my asshole, just like how I let everyone of those beggars and lepers and cripples cum inside and get me pregnant... oh, I love it! I love it! I love... uhhh...uhhh.... uhhh!!!"

Damn me to hell and back again. Jade was obviously one of those zealous, do-gooder high-class types that you see doing charity work in the Bledsoe hospital and the prisons. It's just that she sure picked the strangest method to do it with.

"Awwww, baby! Fuck my asshole! make me cum good!" The clenched, rubbery opening of her sphincter clung tightly to the ogre's invading cock as it pistoned in and out. The ten inches of the ogre's cum- and shit-stained phallus easily sank into the depths of her bowels.

Oh, shit. The horny bitch was getting me hot again. Some of the other ogres were looking at the fucking couple on the bed, having been roused out of their drunken stupor by her cries of passion. I levered myself off the window ledge and into the room. Then, leaning out as far as I could to catch the action inside, I started frigging my clit. I hate using my fingers. It's so... unsatisfying. I'd have to have a session with Tweedledum and Tweedledee when I got back to the Pink Pussy.

Imagine that you're all alone in a dark room. You're looking out the window at your neighbours fucking. You're finger fucking yourself for all you're worth, when suddenly you feel a pair of hands grab your hips from behind.

Would you be surprised? Would you nearly have died of a heart attack?

You bet I was! I almost jumped out of my skin. Of course, all I got from my giant heritage was strength. It's the dwarves that can see in the dark, and the pointy-ears (that's the elves to you) that can hear a fart a mile away. So can you blame me if I thought the room I had entered was empty?

I swung round, all set to knock the foolish idiot to hell and gone and saw it was actually a ratman.

Well, I've said it before and I'll say it again. I'll fuck anything and everything that has a cock but ratmen are really pushing things to the limit. Ratmen are the descendants of one of the less successful experimental strains of two centuries back, when the life magics were the rage and anybody who could diddle up a spell was fucking around trying to create new forms. They'd been inordinately fond of messing with rats. None of those idiots are remembered today but their creations are with us still, running around in the most disreputable parts of Tunfaire, doing all the shit work no one else wants to do. I'd never really taken a good look at one before and this was my one chance because he was - unusually for ratmen - stark naked.

This ratman was pretty short, around four and a half feet, with patches of fur all over the place. He looked like an amalgam of human and rat, with a long snout, long whiskers, a four foot tail and legs that... well, imagine if a rat were to walk on its hind legs. Well, that's what this guy's legs looked like. And behind him, I saw two more. They were holding on to their cocks, masturbating like crazy while the ratman holding me was jerking his hips so that his cock was constantly brushing against my thighs.

A sudden burst of inspiration hit me, and I have to tell you, when I get one, it's a real doozy. These three must have been coming up here every night to this abandoned room, peeking in on Jade and the ogres. That's probably how the poor guys got off because there are precious few whores in Tunfaire, even over at Kitty's - which was the last stop for most of them - who would fuck ratmen. I guess I'm one of the few, and I had to be really in the mood to do it.

Luckily for these guys, I was.

"You know, sneaking up on a girl like that is the fastest way to get your throat cut," I told the ratman who was trying to fuck my thighs.

"Heh," he said in that funny snuffling way that all ratmen talk. I guess their facial structure makes it hard to talk proper human languages. "Therre arrre thrrree of usss and one of you... you cannot rresisst."

Well, that got me mad faster than a thirteen year old boy getting his rocks off for the first time. I may have a hot cunt but I'm not going to let anyone get away with thinking he can threaten me that way. It's bad for the rep. If I'm going to fuck, it'll have to be on my own terms.

I grabbed the idiot ratman by the scruff of his throat and hoist him up into the air. He went up squealing, his hind legs kicking ineffectually as he struggled to escape. The other two stopped jerking themselves and tried to rush me. I grabbed another one with my free hand and kicked the remaining ratman hard in his stomach. He sank to his knees, wheezing as he tried to get the air back into his lungs. His tail lashed about wildly. I didn't kick him in his balls because I wanted those to be in good working order.

Then I casually turned and stuck the two ratmen out of the window. They stopped struggling and I think one even wet himself.

"Not a good idea, boys," I warned them, placing my heel on the throat of the ratman on the floor, "unless you want to find out if you ratmen can survive a 20 foot drop." They chittered indecisively.

"Oh, stop thinking with your balls and listen to me." Their whiskers quivered. "Now you've discovered that I CAN rresisst... right?" I shook them for emphasis and took some satisfaction in their prompt nods. "BUT I'm feeling generous today so let me tell you how things are going to be. I am going to fuck you... and you'd better be able to satisfy me or I might just throw you out of the window anyways. Understand?" More nods.

"Right," I said as I tossed them back into the room. I picked up the ratman who was still trying to breathe and made him bend over, forcing the air back into his lungs. Looking over my shoulder, I checked up on Jade. Skredli must have finished with her, because she was back in the other room trying to get the other ogres to fuck her. Only three were up to the task, the others being too piss drunk to care. She was fucking all three at once. Lucky bitch.

"Now then," I turned to my trio. "It's my turn."

CHAPTER 5

I'm used to waking up with dried cum all over my cunt and legs and ass. Usually, there'd also be dried cum on my face and tits. It wasn't any different this morning as I remembered how I got all that cum on and in me in the first place.

I smiled at the memory. I'd turned the tables on them, all right! Despite their loathsome appearance, those ratmen could fuck, and they had the stamina of a randy goat.

I remembered getting them to eat my cunt. One thing about ratmen is they make real good pussy eaters. They have long slim tongues that can easily slip into your cunt, making sure every inch of your vagina is in contact with a hot, wet tongue. Then they always snuffle when they breathe or talk, and that put the tip of their wet noses on your blood engorged clitoris. And of course they have whiskers that just brush the sensitive insides of your thighs ever so lightly.

All I knew was, before too long, I was squirming on the floor. The three ratmen were all over me now. The one eating my cunt had his tongue stuck halfway up my womb while the other two managed to stick a couple of fingers each into the sides of my pussy, finger fucking me to an orgasm. That wasn't all there were doing, though. Those two horny ratfuckers were slobbering all over my tits, squeezing and mauling with those deformed ratty little hands of theirs, but I was beyond caring right then. My legs were wide apart and my knees were around my ears as I opened myself up to allow them the fullest access into my drooling little fuckpit. My hips were thrashing up and down as I desperately fucked myself on their tongue and fingers, until my insides melted into mush with the force of my orgasm.

Phew, girl! Better slow down or you'll fuck the bastards dry. I grabbed the ratman that was kneeling between my legs, pulling him away from my cunt. I could feel that long, wet tongue of his slithering out of my pussy. "No more sucking," I growled, my voice heavy with lust. "Time to stick that cock into me and fuck me good!"

You know what? It was easier said than done. The ratman couldn't kneel down properly because of the way his legs were built, and I couldn't lever my cunt high up enough to let him get inside me. I was almost ready to strangle the three useless motherfuckers when an inspiration hit me.

I got up and moved over to the window, dragging one of them with me. I placed my buttocks on the window ledge, grabbed hold of the windowsill for dear life and leaned backwards so the upper half of my body was outside the window. Gods, I'll really do ANYTHING to get fucked, won't I? I spread my legs wide open and said, "C'mon, fuck me!"

Well, that did the trick and the ratman drilled his scrawny little pecker straight into my aching fuck hole. OK, actually, they all did have some pretty decent sized cocks, averaging 7 inches in length. But I'd fucking oversized non-humans for so long any cock that wasn't as thick as my wrist and long enough to go right into my womb felt undersized.

Lucky for me that the ratman made up for all that with the sheer enthusiasm of his fucking. I think it's the way their legs are built. They can get into position, and their haunches do all the work. It was almost like fucking a dog, the way he moved, and the feeling of his short, bristly fur rubbing against my clit while his cock pounded into my wet gash was doing wonderful things to me. Then I discovered something new.

You know how I was hanging out of the window twenty feet above the ground? The only natural position for me to take had my head lower than any other part of my body. I felt the blood rushing into my head, making me go all dizzy and breathless even as my cunt was being fucked like there was no tomorrow. I think I instinctively tightened my hands in a death grip on that windowsill which was all that prevented me from getting splattered all over the alley below like a bug. That part of the fuck was all a blur to me. I know the ratman had grabbed onto my tits and was squeezing them with his clawlike hands. I remember my nipples rubbing aginst the hard, callused skin on his palms. What I didn't know was if the ratman was afraid I'd fall down if he didn't grab a hold of me, or if he was too carried away with his cock in my hot pussy to care.

All I knew was the orgasm that hit me was something I hadn't really experienced since... well, since the time that demon had cast his spell of unrequited lust on me and turned me into a cock-hungry fuck slut.

For once, I couldn't take any more. I think if I'd continued getting fucked in that position, I would have let go and simply dropped straight down but what a way to go!

I pulled myself back up and lunged desperately back into the dark room, taking the ratman with me. I landed on top of him, with his cock still stuck inside my pussy and he was squealing and thrashing desperately. I even felt his tail lashing at my bare back. The guy must have been in a panic, I thought and staggered up.

As soon as I pulled my cunt free, a huge wad of hot, sticky cum gushed out of my open hole, splattering my legs and his belly. Oh. The little ratfuck wasn't panicking! He was cumming and shooting right into me. The giant gods must have been snickering into their beards right about then, damn them.

Whooee! I was all light headed and slightly woozy and I didn't even protest as I felt the other ratmen pulling me towards the window again. This time, however, they just bent me forward until my tits were squashed on the windowsill. The new position I was in was definitely much safer, even if it was less exciting.

I guess they must have had more experience at this sort of thing, although the gods only knew how, and this was proven when I felt the furry haunch of a ratman between my legs and a hot, hard pole slip into my well greased fuck tunnel. Mmmm... MUCH safer! I moaned, closing my eyes as I fucked back at the ratman.

But it didn't last long. The little shit jerked and thrashed around, his tail whipping at my legs and before I knew it I had another hot load of ratman cum in my cunt.

Before I could turn on him to tell him what a sorry fuck I thought he was, the third ratman slipped into place and popped his cock into my already fucked, but totally unsatisfied pussy. He lasted long enough for me to come again before he shot his load.

Damn! I was just getting warmed up and those miserable little fucks were all fucked out.

Oboy, was I ever wrong about that. Ratmen may not have big cocks compared to other non-humans, but they're full of the old get-up-and-go. The first ratman I thought was all fucked out was clambering all over me again, his hard prick jabbing at my thighs as he desprately sought to get into me. This wouldn't do. They all had such short fuses. How could I ...

Hmm. maybe I could...

"OK, stop right there you little shit." I told ratboy. I had to stiffarm him a little before he would listen. I grabbed his hand and guided it to his cock. "Keep yourself hard until I get back to you."

I then got a hold of the other two, dropped down on my knees, and sucked their limp cocks right into my mouth. They still had some sperm left over and I discovered ratman cum doesn't taste all that bad. A little watery, but not bad. What you had to get used to was the musty smell of their fur, and one of them had definitely wet himself when I was dangling him out of the window. The stench of his piss was incredibly strong that close up, but thank the gods I was too horny to care at that moment.

So there I was, down on my knees and giving the ratmen a treat I bet they'd never experienced before. You might get one or two of the more desperate street whores to fuck a ratman, but I don't think you could pay any one of them to suck ratman cock. In case you're wondering, their cocks are a lot like a dog's. Red, hot and with a pointy little tip.

Anyway, they soon got hard again in my mouth and it was time for me to take charge again. I pushed one down on his back, squatted over him and impaled myself on his stiff prick. Then I got hold of another one and guided him into my asshole, which by this time, was pretty well juiced up, what with all the sperm that had trickled out of me. It wasn't easy, mainly because of their legs, remember? But I guess they wanted to fuck as badly s I did.

Soon, I had both my holes stuffed full of cock, and the friction I was getting as they pumped in and out of me was all I could desire. It was like being in a furry sandwich, what with their short, rough hair rubbing against my bare skin while they fucked my cunt and asshole. Their hands (or rather, claws) were running all over my body, fondling my tits and bum even as their long wet tongues slobbered all over me, licking on the hard tips of my nipples and neck and giving me a thrilling tingle all over.

I was bucking my crotch back against the two cocks stuffed inside me when I noticed the third ratman standing kind of forlorn to one side. He was wanking himself, trying to stay hard like I told him to, and I could have sworn there was this miserable look on that pointy little rat face of his. I know I come across as a hard case, take no prisoners sort of girl but I guess the truth is I'm a softie at heart sometimes. Especially where animals are concerned.

I beckoned him over and when he had shuffled his way towards me, I slid his cock into my mouth, licking up the drooling pre-cum with my tongue and savouring the taste.

We fucked that way for a couple of hours, each ratman taking turns at my pussy, cunt or mouth until they were all fucked out and couldn't get it up again. I was quite satisfied by that time, so I'd simply climbed back up on the roof, ran back to pick up my clothes and went home to sleep. All the while I was stark naked and had ratman sperm drooling out of my pussy and asshole and down my thighs...

... and I shivered pleasantly as an orgasm sent waves of pleasure all over my body. Would you believe it? I was frigging myself just thinking of my marathon fuck session with those three ratmen! God's was I obsessed with sex! I needed to get this assignment over and done with so I could be cured once and for all.

Now, I'm more a nighttime kinda gal, and by the time I'd woken up, the sun was already setting. I'd overslept this time round. There were things I needed to do and people I needed to see today.

So, first things first. I cleaned myself up.

While I was doing that, I figured I HAD to get Jade out tonight. The way she was going, she was going to be seriously fucked up one way or another if she kept on doing what she was doing. She'd either miscarry, which would put her life in danger with the kind of quacks Tunfaire had that passed themselves of as lifesavers, or she'd catch some really loathsome disease which would slowly kill her.

After that, I put on my working outfit and made sure all my little surprises were in place before I headed out.

My first stop of the evening was at a place called the Joy House. Now, with that kind of name, you'd expect it to be another whorehouse in the Tenderloin. It's not.

Believe it or not, it's actually a vegetarian restaurant run by a half-elf breed named Morley Dotes. I'd heard of him, usually in whispers. Word was he was a freelancer for hire, him and his bunch of thugs. I'm for hire myself, in more ways than one, but I don't usually kill people. Dotes would and did.

Another interesting point was that the Joy House was located in an area of Tunfaire called the Safety Zone. There are a LOT of factions, breeds, hatreds, politics and jealousies brewing in a city with so many different races packed so tightly together. And each of them had their own agenda. Most of the time, they were at each other's throats, but there comes a time when sitting down and talking is necessary. And that's where the Safety Zone comes in handy. It's a place where neutrality is respected, and no funny stuff is allowed. Those in the know said that it was Dotes and gang that set up and enforced the peace in the Safety Zone. It made sense to me. I'd heard the darko breed valued his independence and refused to work under the Kingpin, although he'd hire out for occasional jobs now and then.

All eyes were on me when I stepped into the veggie hash joint. I didn't blame them, since I was dressed to kill in more ways than one. I was dressed in my white leather outfit. It was just two thin straps of supple leather that ran from my neck across my breasts, narrowing down to a single thin triangle way below my navel that was barely enough to cover my cunt lips. From there on, it became a single leather strap that bisected my asscheeks, running up my back to connect to the part that was behind my neck. To give you some idea of how exposed I was, the straps weren't even wide enough to completely cover my nipples, and since it was thin white leather, it snugly outline my pussy as well, practically leaving nothing to the imagination. Thigh high white leather boots with five-inch heels completed the effect very nicely.

The only reason why I hadn't been kidnapped and raped on the spot or run in for indecent exposure was the fact that I had daggers strapped to my thighs and upper arms and a mother of a sword hanging down my back. And that wasn't counting one or two nasty little surprises I'd secreted on myself. The effect that I was aiming for, and got, was someone who was able to dress that way, confident that she could handle herself.

Now you might think that what with the Joy House being a vegetarian's haven that the clientele would be of the refined upper crust. Think again. Every single person there, including those that ran the place, looked tough enough to chew leather and spit nails. Vegetarian thugs, by Ymir's icy cock. Oh, well. Only in Tunfaire...

I looked around for my contact. Pity Dotes wasn't around. I'd heard he was a good-looking son of a bitch for a darko breed, but he'd gone down south together with his pal, Garrett. I spotted my target. He was scrunched down in a dimly lit corner.

As I made my way towards him, I felt eyes crawling all over my body. Since I was on heels, it was very natural for my ass to sway as I moved, but I exaggerated the swing even more, a smile on my lips all the while until my way was blocked. It looked like someone had decided he'd do more than just look.

A six foot plus hunk of muscle and fat blocked my way, egged on by his friends. He looked like your typical street thug. All brawn, no brain.

"Hey, babe, how's about letting a real man show you a good time, huh?" he leered.

Ye, gods, his breath! Trying hard not to let breathe in, I replied, "Sure... know any?"

It was fairly basic stuff, and it made his friends howl with laughter. He scowled, making him look even uglier if that was possible. "Think you're real funny, huh, bitch?" he said has he reached for my tits.

Ok, girl. Time to establish my rep a little more. That was part of the reason for me coming here dressed the way I was. I grabbed his right hand with my left and stopped it dead. He couldn't believe it at first. I only came up to his chest and I looked like he could pick me up with one hand. He had the basic street smarts he needed to survive out there, and he was ready for me to try the classic kick in the balls that a girl in my situation would try next.

So I broke his wrist instead.

"The name's Sapphire Steele, bruno, not 'babe'," I said as I released his shattered wrist and walked past. I maybe felt a little sorry for him, but then again, he'd asked for it.

He didn't make a sound as his eyes bugged out. I think he couldn't believe what I'd just done. The room was silent, watching. Then, as the pain hit him, he roared and swung at me with his left fist.

I just grabbed it and stopped him cold once again. "Listen, bruno," I said, putting a touch of impatience in my voice. "You want to go around with two broken wrists or are you gonna use that piece of mush between your ears for once in your life, shit-for-brains?" I squeezed hard on his wrist for emphasis.

The blood went out of his face. He tried to wrench his hand free, but couldn't. I squeezed harder. He looked at me with fear in his eyes. What the hell was I?

Just before his wrist broke, I let go. He almost collapsed, holding his hands close to him. The fear had left him, and there was only relief in his eyes.

And that's when I kicked him in the balls.

Not waiting to see him fall over, I turned and made my way to my original destination, leaving the soft retching sounds behind me. All eyes were on my again, but this time, they weren't looking at me a as three holes that they could fuck. I smiled, satisfied. This sort of thing would do wonders for a girl's rep.

The person I wanted to see was called Ratso, even though he was fully human, as far as anyone could tell. He was small and scrawny, with shifty eyes. Did I say everyone in the Joy House was tough enough to chew leather and spit nails? So I was wrong. Sue me. Ratso wasn't muscle. But he was like a rat, always poking and prying into places he shouldn't, sniffing out information and selling it to anyone who would pay.

"Hey, you know, time is money and you're late." Even his VOICE sounded shifty.

I didn't say anything as I sat. I just crossed my arms on the table and leaned closer as I took a deep breath.

His eyes automatically locked onto my tits. That close, he could see the dark red, crinkled edges of my areola, and my nipples made two very obvious bumps against the leather.

"OK, OK, so you're late. Big deal," he threw his hands up in the air. "OK, I got the info you want, but it'll cost you. Five silver."

"What?!" I exploded. Thanks to the war down in the Cantard, silver was really scarce right now, and in a fickle twist of irony I bet the giant gods just loved, the price of silver was even higher than that of gold.

Only in Tunfaire.

"OK, OK," Ratso did that thing with his hands again, half supplication to whatever gods he bothered to worship, half conciliatory gesture. "Four, but that's my final offer."

"Why don't you just tell me what you have and I'll decide what it's worth?" Even though I was on expenses and I would ultimately get my money back from the Storm Warden, I wasn't about to let the little shit get away with it. It's all a matter of principle. Let others know you can be taken advantage of, and where does that leave a girl?

"OK, OK. Alright." Hands. "Word is, Kitty's got her hand on this screwed up twist from the Hill. She's real sweet looking and Kitty is hiring her out to whoever can come up with the scratch needed to have her."

"You're not telling me anything new here, Ratso," I said, half annoyed. "Why is she doing this? I mean, no kid off the Hill is going to turn tricks for cripples and lepers down in the Tenderloin for kicks. Who's behind it?"

"OK, OK, OK. Geez, you're impatient... yeah, whaddya want? Can't you see I'm busy here?"

The last was addressed to a walking tub of lard swathed in a piece of cloth that once upon a time might have been an apron.

Lard boy didn't dignify that with a remark. Instead, he addressed me. "Whaddya'll have?"

"Hey, Puddle, cut me some slack here. I'm working," whined Ratso.

Oh. Puddle. One of Dote's henchmen. So maybe it wasn't ALL lard around his belly and arms, then.

"Listen, Ratso. Last time I looked, this ain't yer office. You see your name anywhere around? I'm sick and tired of yer bitchin', especially when you sit here for the whole day and ain't ordered anything to eat yet."

"I'll order if you'd serve up some food that isn't slop." For such a little guy, Ratso sure had a big mouth.

"Why you..."

I think Puddle would have thrown Ratso out if I hadn't intervened. "Boys! Boys!" both of them looked at me.

"Listen Puddle, I need to talk to this shithead here. Why don't you get me a beer, huh?'

"Can't."

"Why not?"

"We ain't got no beer."

Oh, great. "OK, why don't you get me your... house special then." I felt safe ordering the house specialty. It usually turned out to be the most edible food the kitchen turned out in any inn or tavern, although there was one time the special turned out to be sheep's brains stewed in milk. I still don't know if I'd been had or not.

Puddle grunted. "One steak coming up."

"Steak?"

Wonder of wonders, he grinned. "Yeah, steak." It wasn't a nice grin.

As he turned away, I shifted in my chair, letting my legs open wide. As always, the narrow strip of leather sliced my cunt in two, exposing most of my pussy lips, which were wet, as usual. "Oh, Puddle."

"Yeah?" he gulped. He was only human. He stared at my crotch but kept his thoughts and his hands to himself as he remembered what I'd done to the bruno.

"You SURE you don't have any beer?"

"I'll see what I can do," he said nervously as he moved away.

I smiled. It's fun when I can tease men like that!

"Shithead, huh? Just for that, it'll cost you five." That Ratso. All the charm of a week dead skunk.

"Ratso... just talk."

"OK, OK, you wanted to know the skinny. What I heard was, there's this faction in town..."

"Which one, Ratso? There are so many."

"Hey, I was talking here, OK?" I nodded. Touchy little bugger. "Like I said, there's this faction in town that wants to reform the politics in the city. They think the key is all the poor assholes of Tunfaire, on account that they make up the majority of the population and if they're satisfied, they'll support this faction when the revolution comes."

I groaned. I'd heard talk of the Revolution from day one since I set foot in Tunfaire. Everyone and their mother thinks they have all the answers and that only they know how to run Tunfaire. Yeah, right. And I suppose the massive amount of money they can make from graft and corruption doesn't factor into the equation either.

"Anyways, this faction is mainly made up of young kids of the noble houses. They got too much time and money on their hands, and there's this new lecturer in the University that's teaching them newfangled ideas like 'the downtrodden masses', 'equitable restitution for the disenfranchised..."

"What the fuck is that?"

"How the hell should I know? All I know is these kids wanna make up to the poor for all the years their dads have oppressed them and basically diddled them out of whatever little money they have. That way, they figure they'll have the city folk on their side."

Aha! The sun was beginning to dawn, shedding light on what had mystified me last night. That explained a lot of what I'd overheard Jade talking about when she was fucking her ogre boyfriend. It looked like Jade was an over idealistic young girl who decided to take things to their logical conclusion... and her friends seemed to have egged her on. I said as much to Ratso.

"Yeah. That's what I heard too."

"So how do Skredli and his bunch of ogres come into the picture? I was told she's his girlfriend."

"OK, OK, I heard little Miss Storm Warden (Oops. The cat was definitely coming out of the bag. If Ratso knew, it would be all over the city in 24 hours.) wanted to do things right. One of her friends knew Skredli and set her up with him. Once Skredli found out she was willing to put out for him and his gang, he started getting ideas. BUT..." he paused impressively.

"But what?"

"But I heard... and this one is real hush hush... is that one of little Miss Storm Warden's friends put Skredli up to it. Anyway, Skredli told her since her dad and other nobles like him have screwed the masses for so long, it was pay back time. And she swallowed it hook line and sinker."

"Who put her up to this shit?"

Ratso named names and I recognised one as the daughter of one of the Storm Warden's bitterest enemies. If it wasn't for the war with the Venageti, Argent Sable would have been duking it out with this guy a;ready. And his enemy, a Fire Lord, was vicious, too. He got Argent Sable right where it hurt... turning his only darling daughter into the worst sort of prostitute imaginable. Something sure smelt rotten in the state of Karenta. "I bet no one else in this little faction is doing what Jade is doing."

"Say... how did you know that?"

"Call it a hunch."

"Yeah, the bitch's so dumb, she actually believed them when they told her she was going to be the pioneer... going where no noble girl has gone before."

I shook my head. Not dumb. Just incredibly naive and idealistic. Her father must have swaddled her in cotton after her mother died, only to have her led astray by her so-called friends.

"Is Skredli tied to the rest of the ogres in Ogre Town?"

"Him? Nah! Word is he tried to buck numero uno there and if he hadn't run out of Ogre Town with the rest of his pals, they'd have him strung up on his own guts. They won't miss him."

So. Skredli was running loose with his gang of ogres. Pimping wasn't against the law. Jade ran away so he wouldn't be caught on kidnapping charges either. I sat and thought some more. I knew all about their basic timetable and movements. I guess I made up my mind there and then. What I had to do would be nasty... but then again, so was what they'd done do Jade.

"Hey... Iron Lady. Izzat all? I got things to do and people to see if ya know what I mean. You owe me four silver."

"Don't be stupid. It's only worth two." If I was feeling extra generous. But I needed to set up some reliable contacts for the future, so it wasn't exactly wasted money. Hell, it wouldn't even be my money.

"Hey, what am I, a charity? OK, OK, three, but that's as low as I'm gonna go."

"And you'll get one and a half if you keep this up."

"OK, OK, two and a half, but... hey! Waitaminit! You trying to scam me or something?"

I kept quiet, but I did take out a particularly nasty looking dagger and started to doodle on the table. I wasn't doing any damage to the tabletop. That hadn't already been done. The Joy House was that kind of place. I don't know who Dotes was trying to fool with his vegetarian front. Everyone knows who and what he is.

For a wonder, Ratso fell silent. For about five seconds. "OK, OK, alright, you're robbing me blind, but I'll take your two silver." His hands did the waving thing again.

"My heart bleeds, Ratso," I said as I handed him the money.

With impeccable timing, my food came just as the little sneak left. "What the hell is this supposed to be?" I said rather politely considering the circumstances.

"Aubergine steak, fresh from the market only this morning."

"It looks like a pile of horse turds!"

"You bought it, you eat it." Puddle's smile, as he turned away, was beatific.

Dumb sonnuvva motherfukin snaggle razzle frazzle. Oh, well. At least the beer was halfway decent.

To be continued, as Sapphire takes on the ogres and Jade gets even nastier...