Day 9

I can’t believe how easily I pulled that off! I can barely walk now, but I got everything Red wanted. Jonah’s security is lousy as fuck! Made my job ridiculously easy. Seriously, those louts don’t even know who actually works there and who doesn’t.

I literally waltzed up to the front gate, spun off some bullshit about being a new cleaning girl for Jonah. I said I had just got back from saying my good byes to my family, since I’d likely never see them again. The guards just told me to hurry up and report to Clara… my mom.

I strutted similar to the way Pantera had taught me last night (funny I remembered how, given that I wasn’t fully sober when she taught me) as I made my way to where the maids hung out when they weren’t working. I nearly screamed out “Mom” when I saw her, coaxing a young cow girl… most likely, some guys had groped her to the point she was upset… I couldn’t go more than five or six feet without someone groping my ass or tits, and hers are more enticing than mine!

My mom looked directly at me and started saying “No” over and over. She then had another one of the older women calm down the bovine while she ran over to me. She still recognized me, despite the dye. Guess that beauty mark on my cheek does give me away. Either that or it’s true what they say. A mother knows her children no matter how they change.

She had changed a lot over the years herself. Her once gorgeous yellow fur was now more of a light tan. What used to be fiery red hair, once identical to mine, was now more of a muddy brown. It was obvious just by looking at her that her life in this hellhole had taken its toll on her. You’d think she was in her forties or fifties by the looks of her, but she’s barely in her thirties. I’m her eldest and she had me at fifteen. I’m the only child she had not as a result of being whored out by Jonah.

She grabbed my ears, the way she did when I was in trouble, and asked what I was doing there, and I told her that I was getting intel for someone who had plans to shut this place down. She let go when I said that. She then asked what all info I needed. I told her what Red had said was most important for me to find out.

My mom sighed before telling me to take off my “slut suit” and handed me a maid outfit and duster. She told me exactly where to go to find everything, and how to go around not being groped every turn. She noticed the bandage as I was taking off the skimpy skirt I was wearing.

She asked how it happened, and I told her that a guard’s spear gashed me while getting something needed to bring Jonah down. She just sighed and took a bottle off a shelf and uncorked it. She handed it to me and told me take a sip. I shook my head and said that I was fine. Mom just growled, shoved the bottle into my mouth and turned my head up, causing me to drink several swallows worth of the strong alcohol.

Once the ensuing coughing fit ceased, I began to feel very numb and light headed. What’s the deal with people using copious amounts of alcohol to numb my pain? I’d like to be fully sober when needed (which is always!). It wasn’t as strong as what Pantera used, but the quantity more than made up for that!

While I was dizzy, my mom walked me over to the corner opposite where the cow girl was sitting. She took a cloth and soaked it with some of the same alcohol she had just poured down my throat. She then took that cloth and dabbed it all around where my leg was stitched up and said that would help with the pain, once I sobered up that is. I, rather snarkily, quipped that she didn’t need to get me drunk to do that. Good thing my face was mostly numb, since my mom slapped the piss out of me (and literally the spit out of my mouth) for that and told me not to be such a smart ass. (I felt it! It just didn’t hurt)

I asked how I was supposed to move around and not be molested to hell while being so tipsy. She said it would actually help, since I’d be so numb I wouldn’t feel any pain and could walk normally. She then, to prove her point, had me stand up and walk over to where the cow girl, she called her Beth, was sitting. I did, and found she was right.

While standing, though, I was a bit wobbly. My speech was also a bit slurred, so I’d just have to keep my trap shut. Much easier said than done. Mom said that I needed to get going, if I was going to not be caught by Jonah and his men and still find everything I needed to find. I nodded, hugged her and told her that I’d have her out of this hell soon. She planted a soft kiss where she had slapped me earlier and said she knows I will. She was tearing up as I turned and walked out of that room.

I followed the directions my mom gave me, stopping periodically to jot down notes on a notepad that Red wanted me to use. After several minutes, I came to the first major area of interest Red had for me: the men’s quarters. This was the only room where I needed to actually act as if I was a maid, pay attention to various details, and write them down later.

I expected it to be mostly full, but there was only a young, male cat about my age in there. He was sitting on a bunk, staring down at something with his shoulders heaving. As I got closer, I saw he was looking at a picture and crying. The picture was of a young bunny, probably about fourteen or so, and some writing on it. I couldn’t stop myself from sitting next to the kid and rubbing his shoulder.

After a bit, he just turned to me, rested his head on my shoulder and cried into it. I read what the picture said while I let him cry. It said “To my future husband Benny, I’m glad to be yours and you mine. Nothing will ever get between us!  Amarlee” This guy was dating one of my sisters!

After a few minutes, the boy sat up and looked me in the eyes. He thanked me for comforting him and asked for my name. I just shook my head and said it’s best he didn’t know. When he asked why, I just said that Marle would kill me. I didn’t realize I used my sister’s pet name until he asked how I knew her. I sighed and said she was my sister.

Before he could say anything else, I asked why he was crying. He said that it was because if he didn’t work for Jonah, that Jonah would kill Marle. It was his first night here, and he already missed her. I just sighed and told him not to do anything that would hurt her. He nodded as I stood up and continued to walk about, pretending to clean up.

While I walked around, I made mental notes about the room’s structure and how sturdy it appeared to be. From the looks of it, this part of the building is the least fortified. There’s a particularly thin part of the wall in the back where it wouldn’t take much at all to breach.

Once I looked over and “cleaned” the entire room, I began to walk back to the front to leave. The problem was that the cat was standing, leaning against the door. I asked him to move, and he did… by pulling me to him.

I asked what he was doing, and he said that Amarlee never mentioned having a sister, so I had to be lying. I said that I wasn’t lying, that she probably hadn’t mentioned me because of the family situation. His sharp claws dug into the back of my neck as he growled that I needed to show him my birthmark. My birthmark, like all the girls in my family, was a dark heart shape somewhere on the body. In my case, it was just above my crotch.

I told him to sit on his bunk and he did so. I pulled my skirt up and pulled my panties down just enough for him to see my birthmark. His mouth began quivering once he saw it. He said it was just like hers. I nodded and said it was, except hers was just over her left nipple. He nodded. I added that it’s why she doesn’t show any cleavage. He laughed and said he figured as much, although he thought the mark was cute.

He asked for my name again. I just sighed and told him it was best if he didn’t know it. If he wanted my name badly enough, he could ask Marle. I figured he would anyway. The boy just nodded and went back to staring at his picture of my sister, and I left the room.

The next area of interest was the “slut’s quarters” as Red put it. While the men’s quarters was the most easy to breach from the outside, the women’s room was just in horrible condition. There was nothing but piles of straw and hay for the girls to sleep on. While there was a shower and toilet, they were both open without any attempt at providing privacy. The floor had several damp spots from where the ceiling leaked.

When I walked in, there was only one girl inside. She was a scrawny, red-furred fox and was laying on a pile of hay, periodically coughing and rolling over to spit into a pail next to her. It was blood she was spitting up. At this time of the day, it surprised me that the room was mostly empty. Jonah’s “hotel” was no where near its peak business time.

I quietly made my way around the room, observing all the structural faults in the room. While the walls were thicker, this room seemed to be the least sound out of the building. It seemed like one good impact to the wall and the whole thing would come crashing down. I made an extra note to try to warn my mom to get the girls out before any kind of attack on the place.

A soft paw on my shoulder made me jump. It was the poor fox girl. She asked if I could empty her pail for her. I nodded, feeling bad for the poor girl, and took it and dumped it down the toilet. I asked what happened to her when I set it back where it was. She said that one of the bastards forced on her beat the fuck out of her while he was forcing his dick down her throat. That was last night and she hadn’t recovered yet. She’s been steadily coughing up blood all night and day, and Jonah is content on letting her die apparently.

She said that Clara has done what she could, and is likely the only reason she’s recovered any at all, but without proper medical care, she isn’t going to get better any time soon. I just nodded, and told her to stay strong, that she’d be fine in no time. I told her I would do what I could to help her out as well. She just nodded, said thanks, and laid back down. I walked out after that, having already seen everything I needed in that room. I can’t help but wonder how many other girls are in that same situation, or at least, getting beat on while “servicing” these idiots?

There were only two rooms left to survey. One was Jonah’s “study”. The room from which he ran his operations. The other was his armory. Mom told me how to get to the study, but advised against me going there. She knew there was an armory, but she didn’t have a clue where it was. There’s not a door that she’s aware of that she hasn’t been through at least once. She suspected it was close to the study, but couldn’t be sure.

I was about to make the final turn towards Jonah’s study when I heard a conversation. It sounded like Jonah and Judah were talking about something… or someone rather. And there was a female voice there too. I glanced around the corner, and sure enough, in front of a set of double doors was Jonah, Judah, and some female mink.

Jonah was going on about how some girls weren’t “putting out properly” and needed to be taught a lesson. He was looking at the mink as he said that. She said something about putting the “bitches in their places” as soon as he told her who in particular. Jonah just chuckled and said all of them, and to “punish Clara as well, since she always deserves it.” Apparently, the maids are treated somewhat differently than the other girls… and my mom is an exception to that. The mink laughed and said she always enjoys beating “that rebellious cunt.”

Jonah then began talking about needing more muscle, since the new boys “can’t fight their way out of a wet sack.” Judah just nodded and said he hasn’t finished breaking them yet. Making ruthless men out of wimpy boys takes time, he said. Jonah just laughed and said that there’s one boy in particular that needs breaking.

Judah just tilted his head over, expecting his brother to name who. Jonah then laughed and said the one dating one of “Carla’s bratty bitch kids”. Judah just chuckled and said to get her into his hands and he’d break the spirit out of the boy. The mink asked how. Judah just laughed as he said that the quickest way to break a boy in love is to destroy his girl while he helplessly watches.

I quickly walked away at that. It was obvious that I wasn’t going to get in there tonight and still be able to leave somehow. But I did see a small crease in the wall by where the mink was standing. I think that’s where the armory is. That would have to do for that. And the talk about hurting Marle was getting to me, as well.

Plus, my leg was starting to hurt badly. I was sobering up. It was all I could do to get back to where my mom was. She seemed relieved to see me walk back in. I just hugged her and told her everything I had heard Jonah, Judah, and the mink talking about. She just held me tight and told me she would be okay. Jonah can throw his worst at her and she’d take it if it meant keeping me and my sisters safe.

After a bit, I asked her if there was a way I could get out without being caught and not use the roof. She glanced at my hurt leg, sighed and said the sewers. Not where I wanted to go, but probably was the safest best with my leg now barely able to hold my weight. Of course, my mom took down that bottle again and told me to drink it. Again, I refused and she shoved it in my mouth and turned my head up again. This time, she had me drain whatever was left in it.

Then, once I stopped coughing, she had me follow her to the basement, where I could get into the sewers. In front of the door to the sewers stood a strong looking doberman. He asked what we were doing, and my mom asked what it would take for me to be able to go into the sewer.

When he reached for me while starting to undo his pants, she pushed me back and said that if that’s what he wants, he gets it from her, not me. The dog shrugged his shoulders and pushed her onto her hands and knees and mounted her. I slipped out through the door as he began having his way with my mom…

I’m thankful that this part of the sewers has torches here and there. That’s the only reason I was able to find a ladder without falling into the water or stumbling into a leech. Instead, I came out of the sewers right next to Alakath’s house. From there, it was just a matter of staying in the alleys, avoiding guard patrols, and getting back to Red’s “base” before sunrise, which was easy to do, since it wasn’t even midnight yet.

The trek was still long, as the city had stepped up the number of guard patrols all over town and I had to stay hidden for somewhat long stretches. It didn’t help that the maid outfit I was still wearing was more difficult to move around in than my usual attire. Also, the Noble District, where Red’s “base” was located, was on the complete opposite side of town.

Fortunately, I managed to get all the way there without incident. The only incident, if you will, was at the door of my destination. All because Red didn’t tell me what the passphrase is.

The doorman, a stubborn oaf of a bull, asked for the passphrase. When I said I didn’t know it, he huffed and closed the slat. At that point I banged on the door until he opened up and told him that I had stuff for Red. He just snorted and closed the slat. I resumed banging on the door until the slat opened again. Again, I said I needed to see Red, and again, the bull huffed and slid the slat shut.

This went on for some time, before finally it was Red who opened the slat. He saw me, grinned and opened the door. As soon as I was in and he had secured the door, he lit into the bull, saying that if “a bitch says she needs to see me, the let her the fuck in”. The bull just snorted and propped back up against the wall. Red waved for me to follow him, and that I did.

I followed him down the same series of halls as last night and then beyond, when we went up the stairs I slept under. I continued to follow him until we reached what I assume to be his suite. Sitting at a desk was a silver furred bunny with hair the color of coal. She was wearing a low cut tank top that showed off some cleavage (she was also the only female not to be wearing the slutty outfits the other girls wore)… along with a heart shaped mark on her right tit.

“Amaka!” She sprung out of her seat and hugged me tightly. This was my youngest sister, Macy! I hadn’t seen her in a couple of years. The last I saw her, mom had just kicked her out of Jonah’s as she had the rest of us. Only, she didn’t have an apprenticeship. She only said she was going to be a receptionist for someone and basically vanished. Now, I know why that is.

“Alright, that’s enough, Mace,” Red said, pulling her off. “You can have the reunion after I’ve had my word with her, deal?” My sister just nodded, a huge smile on her face. At that, he waved for me to follow him through the doors into his office, and follow him I did.

As soon as I entered, I shut the door behind me. Red sat down, poured a couple of glasses of some kind of drink, offered me the chair in front of his desk and one of the glasses. I took the seat, but passed on the drink. I told him that, thanks to my leg, I’ve had enough alcohol to last me a year in just the past two nights. He just laughed and said it’s tea, not alcohol.

I let out a quick “Oh!” and took the cup. He then offered a small dish of sugar, and I took a spoonful and stirred it in. I told him thanks as I was stirring the tea. He just nodded. Then he said he had swore off booze himself after his wife died several years ago. I asked if he minded telling me how she died and his eyes just went soft.

He sighed and said that they had just had a fight over how much he drank. She stormed out of his house and was gone for several hours. After awhile, he went to look for her and found her by Jonah’s. She had been raped to death. So, he swore he’d never touch alcohol again. He also swore to kill Jonah and all he held dear.

About that same time, he heard about my mom and her daughters, myself included. He found out that Macy hadn’t been able to land an apprenticeship on account of the various craftsmen not being comfortable teaching a girl with her sized breasts. Same as my situation. He then made a quick comment on how he’s stunned at how bunnies have such large breasts at such young ages. I quietly told him that it’s from the fact that we become fertile much younger, and remain fertile much older, than other species. He nodded and said something I couldn’t hear under his breath before continuing his story.

He knew my mom from before she was snared into Jonah’s trap. He said she was a good girl that hung around bad company. He had tried steering her right, but she didn’t listen and was eventually blackmailed into working for Jonah.

When he had an opportunity to steer at least one of us away from Jonah’s eyes, he took the chance. He wish he could do the same for all of us, but he knew that would be too much of a strain on his organization, unless we all could contribute in some way to it.

Macy helps him with keeping up with various legal documents that he has to keep up to date, as well as being a sort of receptionist for him. Amarlee makes weapons and armor for him and his men. He found her through the blacksmith she apprenticed under. Andrea makes the clothes for the ladies of the organization. He found her by chance when he was looking for a tailor and seamstress to make uniforms for his people. The uniforms, slutty as they are, are my sister’s design. Now their provocative nature really makes sense if Andrea designed them. She HATES covering herself. She’d seriously go about her days nude if she could get away with it.

Ashley handles any woodwork he needs done, whether its for maintaining his building or making parts for other things. Abernee takes care of his logistical needs, including supplying food and drink for his people (yes, including alcohol). Tara trains his fighters on how to wield sword and shield (makes sense as she always had an obsession with them).

April trains those better suited for the spear. Marril trains the women how to shoot the bow. Red believes only women should be archers. Claims we have better eyes, which makes us more lethal with them. Amy trains everyone in hand to hand fighting, as Red believes that everyone should be able to defend themselves when unarmed.

Aurora is one of the cooks, arguably his best cook even. Mallory and Ammory are both runners for him, doing whatever it is that needs doing. The only ones of my family not currently helping him are me and my mom.

Red has gone to great lengths to have my sisters all help him in some way or another. He then said he has a role for me, if I got him what he wanted from Jonah's. I pulled out the pad he gave me and handed it to him.

I explained that I couldn’t get into his study or armory, but I knew where they both were. When he asked what kept me out of them, I told him that there was only one way into either and Jonah, Judah, and a mink girl where there holding a conversation. I quickly added that the entrance to each was across from each other.

He asked what they were talking about, and I told him what they said. He seemed alarmed when I got to where the sharks were talking about “destroying” Amarlee to break down the one boy. I then explained I couldn’t stay and listen to any more of that conversation, as I was starting to loose my shit, along with being in significant pain. He nodded and said that he would expect such.

I asked if that was sufficient for what he needs, or did I need to go back at some point to get more information. He said that I had done more than enough, and asked if I was willing to join his organization, the Paradigm, as a scout for him. He said the other scouts he has have all tried and failed to even step foot inside, much less get as much info as I did.

I hope he didn’t see my blush, as I felt my cheeks get really warm at that. I nodded my acceptance, not wanting to know what happens if I don’t. I figured I’d at least get a bed and some food for it. Not to mention a chance to get my mom out of that shithole she’s in now.

Red then apologized for his antics last night and said that was to test how I handled being humiliated and intimidated. I just nodded and said that I can take verbal abuse pretty well, just not physical abuse. He then grinned, stood, and walked out of the room and I followed. He told Macy to find me a proper bed to rest on, and put in an order for me to be sized for a uniform. Then, like he had almost forgot, he told me the passphrase: “Dime for time”.

By then, Macy had pulled a book off a shelf and was looking through it before closing it and placing it back. She told me to follow her, and that I did. All the way to one of the rooms along one of the halls. She opened it and we walked in together.

As soon as the door closed, she pulled me into a tight hug and, I guess out of sheer happiness at seeing me after so long, planted a long, firm kiss on my lips. Of course, she was the weird one when it comes to showing affection. She always kissed me, Mom, and the sisters on the lips.

I asked if she was excited to see me much and laughed. She just laughed and kissed me again, this time more gently. She then, jokingly I hope, said that I’m her favorite person she ever kisses. I just laughed and said that she’s weird. She laughed and said she knows, but she can’t help it, and kissed me yet again.

Knowing how she gets, I grabbed her wrists and pinned them by her hips. She just giggled and kept kissing me. I told her that I’m glad to see her too, but I would like to get some proper rest for once. She sighed, pouted, and asked for one more kiss. I said “fine” and she kissed me one more time.

This last kiss was deeper than all the others. She even pushed her tongue into my mouth and played with my tongue with it. I just closed my eyes and let her do it. After what seemed like forever, she finally pulled back, a big smile on her face.

She said that was always the difference between me and the others. Even Mom gets into it with her while I just take it. She thought it was cute. I just sighed and let go of her wrists. She just giggled, gave me one last hug, and left the room.

I sat down for a bit, so I at least could fill this thing out. Maybe also to let my leg stop hurting. Now that I’m good and tired, think I’ll lay down and sleep for awhile. I’m glad to see Macy is okay, weird as she is. And, in an odd way, I missed those sisterly kisses…