Day 2

Alright, so Alakath gave me some pointers after I let him read my last entry. He said I need to write more about what I’ve done and less about what I look like, although I think it’s important people know roughly what I look like. So, I guess a quick catch-up before moving forward.

I’ve been thieving since I was six or so. Had to, since once Mom saw Jonah start trying to make me do things for him and his whorehouse, she sent me out on the streets. She said it was better than staying there. She’s done the same with my sisters, but they fared much better. They all became apprentices to the tradesmen. You have to be twelve to take on an apprenticeship, and none of the tradesmen would take me on. They all said my boobs would get in the way. I can’t help it I already had C cups (which are now DDs!) when I was twelve!

So, while my sisters have all been fairly safe under the care of their trade masters, I’ve been stuck as a street rat basically. I’ve been able to survive only because the wealthy snobs over in the court can’t keep their shit locked, so I’ve been able to pick up their valuable knickknacks and pawn them off. I’ve also recently started to offer my stealth skills to people who want dirt on others. It’s slightly more honest, but still will get me thrown in jail if I get caught.

Which brings me to my biggest goal. Somewhere outside the city, there’s supposed to be this ancient, powerful relic thing that, if I can get it, I’ll be set for life! I could even afford to get Mom out of Jonah’s shit. I only know about it because I tailed some scholar guy who’s been looking into it. But that’s later down the road, once he finds out where it is, and I can get someone to help me get it for him.

Anyway, I’ll probably go on about my past more another day. I need to write down the shitstorm that was me tailing General LeBaptiste for Alakath last night. If Alakath was like everyone else in this town, I’d tell him to fuck off after this, but he’s been the only person who’s honestly tried to help me, so I guess what happened is worth it. At least, I hope it is.

I spent most of the day with him and Starlight at the Tavern. Johan joined us around lunchtime. We talked about how we were going to get the King involved with Jonah’s case. Alakath believes that if it is indeed the General, then the King will have no choice but to get involved, as what the General is doing is so disreputable, that the entire court will look bad if it gets out, and Alakath intends for it to somehow (he’s being closed mouthed about that part).

So, about four-ish I set out to the General’s mansion. He’s one of the few nobles I’ve never been able to break into the home of, as his security is top notch. Makes sense, he IS a General after all. I spent the better half of an hour scouting his place before finally finding a gap in his security. There’s a manhole just by the wall that his guards on patrol wouldn’t be able to see. It wouldn’t be too hard to navigate the sewer to get inside the mansion proper.

I hate the sewer, though. Besides being filthy as fuck, there are these weird creatures down there that attack everything they encounter. They’re why the city workers who maintain the sewer always have an escort of several guards with them. I’ve seen one myself. They look just as vicious as I’ve heard them to be.

These creatures are like giant leeches. If one latches onto you, it will suck out all your blood in minutes while filling you with some kind of toxin that keeps you alive for a few hours, but unable to move or do anything. Once you die from the toxin, though, they just detach themselves and carry on. Your dead body rots in a matter of hours, though. Not even a skeleton remains.

So, I went down into the sewer and began working my way towards the General’s manor from down there. Every building has a door to the sewer. Most are blocked off though. I found the General’s sewer entrance without too much trouble, and without encountering any of those creatures even. I almost fell into the sewage though, which would have been bad if I did, since that’s where all the baby leech creatures are supposedly, and while they can’t kill you, they can hurt like a bitch.

The door to the General’s mansion was locked, as expected. However, the lock was one that I didn’t even need my picks to open. Just a hard tug on the handle broke the mechanism and the door swung wide open for me. I was stunned that the room didn’t have any guards inside. I didn’t think of that when I jerked the handle. Lucky me.

I walked into the room, which was completely unlit. No torchlight or candles or anything. I slowly closed the door behind me and slid a crate in front of it. I didn’t want a leech creature finding its way behind me. I waited a few minutes to try to allow my eyes to adjust, but there was too little light. Why couldn’t I have been a cat? Lol

Anyway, I got on my hands and knees and began crawling. I always crawled when I couldn’t see, since I was less likely to knock anything over if I bumped into it. After about forty five minutes of bumping into crates, barrels and other manner of storage containers, not to mention having countless mice and rats scurry over me (which freaked me the fuck out! Don’t know how I kept from screaming) I found some stairs and slowly made my way up them. These went up in a spiral, and after a bit I began to see light. I froze for a second, as I wasn’t sure if it was someone coming down, or just the last light lit. When no one came into view I continued, on my feet now, as I could finally begin to see.

Now, for these tailing type jobs, I prefer entering from a window or other place of high elevation. Makes staying unseen a hell of a lot easier. So, I knew I was at a disadvantage coming up from the sewer. The first room I encountered was a small storeroom that only had a few crates in it. No ventilation or ductwork I could use to get to higher floors while concealed. So I continued up the stairs.

As I continued up, I heard some people talking. One sounded very similar to Beauregard LeBaptiste, the General’s son and a city inspector. The other was a more scruffy voice. I saw their shadows bouncing along the wall ahead and quickly scurried back to the storeroom. I hopped behind one of the stacks of crates in the far corner and waited on them to pass. Instead, they entered the storeroom that I was hiding in.

The scruffy voice was asking something about a new worker, namely the new worker’s appearance. Beauregard, it had to be him, since he referred to the General as “Father”, said that he knew what she looked like, he wasn’t permitted to discuss it with the other guy, who laughed and ask why they were down there then?

Beauregard’s description of the new worker was exactly that of Starlight. Beautiful fox, scruffy white fur, blonde hair blue eyes. Even said she was a Feral princess, which Alakath had said she was at the tavern. So I knew at that point that, at least at a minimum, this confirmed the General as the chief benefactor of Jonah’s antics, but I knew this didn’t mean that the General was Jonah’s “business partner”, which is what Alakath was wanting to confirm, without surrendering Starlight to him. I don’t think either of us realized that this was still putting ME at risk of getting caught by Jonah.

That realization hit me as I listened to them go on and on about how they both were going to fuck her brains out first chance they had. I was struggling to keep cool as they kept at it. It was the realization of just how much danger I was in doing this that let me keep a cool head and not lose my shit. (I’ll admit though, they ain’t as nice as mine, but I’d love to play with her tits sometime lol, something the scruffy guy kept talking of)

Eventually, though, Beauregard said that they needed to get back upstairs. There were some final preparations he had to take care of before she could be brought in. I waited for a few minutes to allow my temper to calm down before stepping out from behind the crates. Something I shouldn’t have done.

Standng with his back to me was a tall, burly wolf. He was sipping on a pint of what I assume to be ale as he kept mumbling to himself. I made out part of it, going on about how Beauregard will fuck a Feral even though he hates them. He kept chuckling as well, saying that anyone will put aside hatred for fresh snatch. I shuddered as he started to mumble to where I couldn’t understand him.

I tried to slip back behind the crates when I tripped over the corner of them. I couldn’t help but let out a little yip, which startled and quickly caught the attention of the pervy wolf. He turned and looked straight at me and a smile creeped on his face. He asked who I was and what I would do to keep him quiet. I gave him some bullshit name, Rebecca, and asked if he had anything in mind that I might have or could do. His smile turned predatory at that. I’m pretty sure he heard my gulp as he walked over towards me.

He pulled me onto my feet by the collar of my shirt, turned me around, and pushed me against the wall. He started to put his hands under my shirt when someone came rumbling down the stairs yelling “Malachi!” over and over. I glanced over my shoulder at him and he put his gross smelling finger on my lips before going to the owner of the voice. He made up some story about counting inventory when the other voice, a female one at that, told him that a Vincent was looking for him. Malachi, I assume was the wolf, sighed before saying he’d see him shortly. The girl huffed and said that she’d tell this Vincent some secret of his, at which he growled and audibly stormed off. I heard the lids to some of the crates open and close again. She huffed again before commenting that she knew he wasn’t counting anything.

I turned to where my back was against the wall and a moment later, a skunk girl appeared before me. She started to cackle as she approached me. She asked me my name and I gave her the same bullshit name I gave the wolf. She glared at me before calling me on my lie. Before I could do anything, she yanked down my shirt and wrap and smiled. She gently placed a hand on the white spot on my chest before commenting that she missed it.

It was then that I recognized her. I whispered her name, “Eliza”, and she nodded. She then pulled my shirt back up. My wrap had come loose when she yanked it down and it fell to the floor. She commented on my still not wearing a proper bra before asking why I was there. I sighed and, figuring I could trust her, told her that I was trying to snoop on the General.

I guess I should explain here how I know Eliza. We grew up on the streets together. Like me, she was considered too busty to take on an apprenticeship, so for a while, we worked together stealing from the nobles. You could also say that we were as close to being lovers as teens could be at one point. Anyway, one particular heist, the one time before this that I had tried to break into the General’s home, we were caught. I was able to get away but Eliza wasn’t so fortunate. In exchange for avoiding a prison sentence and for keeping my identity hidden, she agreed to work as a slave to the General.

It is understandable why I failed to recognize her. Her once immaculate face is now covered in what’s likely to be permanent bruises and blood marks from being mercilessly beaten over the years. These marks aren’t just on her face either. Her entire body that can be seen is covered in blood marks and bruises.

She told me that the General wasn’t there but was instead en route to pay for his new maid. I asked if she knew where he was going and she said “that Hellhole”. I knew exactly where she meant. She took a candle from the shelf, lit it with one of the torches, and handed it to me. She told me to head out the sewers before Malachi got back. I nodded and thanked her for the information. I told her that I was going to get her out of there one day, even if it killed me (and I will!). She just smiled and kissed me before ushering me toward the darkness that was the bottom of the stair.

I got down to the bottom of the stairwell without any issues. I glanced behind me to see if I was being followed. I wasn’t. When I reached the bottom of the stair, a foul smelling breeze met me. The door to the sewer was open. It opened into the sewer.

I checked around me with the candle to see if any of those leeches had followed me in. I didn’t see one inside the room anywhere. Just a bunch of rats and mice scurrying about. I stepped into the sewer and held my breath. Not only was the odor nearly unbearable, about six feet away from the doorway was a leech. I could hear the ‘plip plip’ of it tasting the air, trying to find an odor. It let out a long, soft hiss as it turned towards me and started to inch towards me. I stepped back into the dark store room and stacked a couple of crates on top of the one I had slid in front of the doorway. I stood back a few feet as I waited to see if the blockade would suffice.

I heard the leech come up against the boxes with a quiet thud. Then it started pushing the boxes. The rats began scurrying away from the door. It’s like even they knew this thing wasn’t to be messed with. I ran up the stairs right as the stack of boxes tumbled over. Suddenly, there was a loud commotion as rats and mice began scurrying with a frenzy. I didn’t stay to observe.

Soon I was back up at the little storeroom. I heard someone inside grunting, a sound like someone being punched, and a feminine oomph. I heard this over and over again, and it became more pronounced as I got closer. I peeked into the room, and there was that pervy wolf beating on Eliza. The next thing I knew, I was standing over him, my knife drawn and bloody, his throat slashed open and bleeding profusely. I glanced over at Eliza, who was barely conscious if at all. Some of his blood had splattered onto her shirt. I glanced down, and I was covered in his blood.

I knelt beside her and did what I could to wipe his blood off of her. She looked at me and asked why I was still there. I told her that I couldn’t leave through the sewer, as there was a leech in the storeroom. She groaned, more from her pain, and said the rats would take care of it. She smiled and pulled me in for a kiss. She told me that she wishes there was another way out of there, but the sewer was my only option. I pulled her onto her feet and asked if she wanted to leave with me. I figured she could wait with Alakath and Starlight while I finished my job. She smiled at this, then said that if she got caught, the General would kill her. I told her I knew someone who wouldn’t let that happen.

She smiled at me again, but shook her head. She said she couldn’t leave yet. She had to keep the new girl away from everyone. I told her that if things go according to plan, there won’t be a new girl. She shook her head and said that she should still stay then, in case things don’t go according to plan. As bad as I wanted to drag her with me, I knew she was right. Plus, she wasn’t in any shape to be traversing the sewers. I knew she was strong, but everyone has their limits, and she had to be at hers.

Instead, I just gave her a quick peck on the lips and slowly backed away. She nodded, knowing what I needed to do and what she needed to do. I asked if she wanted me to help carry his body to the sewer and she nodded. It took us a while to lug his heavy body down the stairs. I could hear the rats scuffling quietly when we reached the bottom. They were huddled around a huge lump by a wall. The slime trail hinted that the lump was the leech that had ran me back upstairs. We drug his body into the sewer and dumped it into the water. Instantly it seemed to be covered in tiny, black critters. The baby leeches no doubt.

I turned to face Eliza, but she had already retreated back to the mansion. I sighed and made my way back to the manhole cover I used to enter the sewer to begin with. It didn’t take long, as I had tied a piece of string to the ladder. I untied the string as I climbed up to the city surface.

I looked through the holes in the cover. I didn’t see anything nearby, so I hefted the lid open and climbed out. I then ran towards the nearest alleyway so I wouldn’t be questioned for being as bloody as I was. Once in the alley way, so I could climb without my boobs bouncing around and smacking me in the face, I pulled off my shirt and wrapped my bust with it. I’m glad it’s still summertime.

Once that was done, I shimmied up a gutter pipe onto the rooftops. From there, I began making my way towards Jonah’s brothel, keeping an eye out for General LeBaptiste. About a block away from their destination, I saw him being accompanied by one of his lackeys and several young girls. No doubt, the girls were “payment” for Starlight.

It took them a few minutes, but eventually they reached the gate to Jonah’s place. The guard waved them through, but only the General proceeded. I stayed where I was, to minimize my chances of being spotted. The General walked along the path to the door and entered that place I wish would burn. After several minutes of waiting, I could see the General and a shark, likely Jonah, walk out onto a balcony. Their conversation seemed to be very animated. That is, until the General looked directly in my direction.

He then put a hand up in the shark’s face and pointed at me. Stupid me. Me and my blue fur stood out like a sore thumb on these rooftops. Of course he would spot me. Soon, a host of Jonah’s men were surrounding the building I was perched on. I went to hightail it out of there, but there were already men on the rooftops blocking my escape. All I could do was stand there.

Soon, the General and Jonah were walking up towards the building. The General barked out for me to come down. I slowly shuffled towards a ledge and was about to slowly climb down when I was shoved from behind and fell all the way down. I fell right into the General’s arms.

He immediately set me on my feet and, quite painfully, pinned my arms behind my back. He then walked me over towards his lackey and shoved me towards him. The lackey, a black cat who was a foot and a half taller than me, tightly squeezed me to him with his big burly arms. I couldn’t breathe. I struggled for a bit until I was completely out of breath. The General and Jonah argued about something for several minutes. At the end of which, the General walked over, snatched me by the ears and started pulling me in some direction.

Soon, we were alone in some alleyway and he slammed me against the wall, hard enough to set my ears ringing. He asked who I was and what I was doing spying on him. I told him my name was Rebecca and I saw him parading the girls about and wanted to see where he was taking them. A split second later I was seeing stars, and he said I was full of shit. He asked who hired me and what was the pay. I said I was just curious and no one was paying me (that last part is technically true). Those stars became more vivid and he said he had no problem doing this all night.

Fighting back tears, I told him that I wasn’t hired by anyone and just wanted to know what he was doing with the girls. My vision completely blurred and I could feel myself starting to black out with his next hit. My knees buckled and I gasped for air. He called me a liar and said to come clean with him. Fearing for my health, I decided to tell part of the truth. The part about me overhearing about him smuggling someone in. I then said I wanted to see if that was indeed the case, and I had concluded that it indeed was.

I braced for what I expected to be a knockout blow, but one never came. He said something about half of the truth being good enough. He said he’d find out who my employer was later. He smirked when he said there were other things we needed to discuss. As he said that last bit, he pulled down my wrap partway, enough to expose my white spot. He asked what I was willing to do to keep him from handing me over to Jonah. I nervously asked what he wanted.

He didn’t say anything, just opened his trousers, grabbed my hair and thrust my face onto his dick, which slid along my cheek as I kept my mouth closed. He said that I’d open up if I didn’t want to join my mother in servitude to Jonah. He also said to be glad it was my mouth he wanted and not my ass or cunt. Tears welled up in my eyes as I relented and let him fuck my mouth.

Every thrust made me gag. Each one just far enough to trigger my gag reflex. It seemed like an eternity of me essentially being on the verge of throwing up from him trying to shove his dick down my throat. At one point, he was thrusting so hard that my nose started bleeding from the impacts. But not even that was the worst part.

I could feel him getting close to releasing his shitty gunk. I was hoping he’d pull out and spray wherever. Nope. Instead, his last thrust suddenly sent his dick full on down my throat. I felt the bones of my nose crunch and the bleeding intensified significantly. I gagged uncontrollably as he unloaded down my throat. My mouth was burning from the bile that was coming up from my belly. I was starting to black out from this when he finally pulled his fucking thing out of my mouth.

I immediately threw up a combination of blood, semen, and my lunch. He just laughed as he stood there and watched me, which just added to the humiliation I felt from the whole ordeal. Once I finally began to recover, he stood me up, pointed further down the alley, and told me to go home and keep my nose out of affairs in which I have no business meddling. Unable to speak, I just nodded and walked back towards the tavern.

Before I got to the tavern though, I stopped by the public bath and thoroughly washed myself, paying special attention to my face. Once I was done there, I wore my shirt normally and returned to the tavern. I walked in as the sun was rising over the eastern wall.

I looked for Alakath, but he was nowhere to be seen. Odds are, he was in the sauceroom. The sauceroom is where this tavern sends drunk people who are too far gone to walk home. The barkeep was the same person it was yesterday morning, and she immediately recognized me. She told me my friends were indeed in the sauceroom. She walked me over to the stall that Alakath and Starlight were sharing.

Like I expected, Starlight was sleeping on the cot while Alakath was on the floor. I thanked the barkeep and settled into a corner and began writing. I hope Alakath’s plan is worth having that filthy General’s dick in my mouth. Guess we’ll see once everything pans out. I’m gonna get some shut eye while I wait on Alakath to wake up. Hopefully, my nose being broken isn’t too noticeable. That would definitely make Alakath more concerned than he needs to be.