A Sticky Situation - Chapter 5

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 pussy. One thing about ratmen is they make for really good oral sex. They have long tongues that can slip into your pussy, making sure every inch of your vagina is slathered with a hot, wet tongue. They always snuffle when they breathe or talk, and that put the tip of their wet noses on your eager clitoris. And they have whiskers that 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 then. The one eating my pussy 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 other two horny ratfuckers were slobbering all over my tits, squeezing and mauling with those deformed ratty little hands of theirs. But I was beyond concern by then. My legs were wide apart and I held my knees up to my shoulders as I opened myself to allow them the fullest access into my drooling little fuckpit. My hips were humping up and down as I desperately fucked myself on their tongue and fingers, until my insides melted with the bloom 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 crotch. 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 in 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.

The room was barren, so I stood up and moved over to the window, dragging one of them with me. I placed my ass on the window ledge, grabbed hold of the sides of the window frame with my hands and knees, spread wide, 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? "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 did have some decent sized cocks, six or seven inches in length. But I'd been 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, the ratman made up for size with the sheer enthusiasm of his fucking. I think it's the way their legs are built. They 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 fur rubbing against my thighs and clit while his cock pounded my pussy was doing wonderful things. Then I discovered something new.

You know how I was hanging out of the window twenty feet above the ground? The position had my head lower than the rest of my body. I felt the blood rushing to 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 a blur to me. I know the ratman had grabbed onto my tits and was squeezing them with his clawed 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, pushing the ratman down with me. I landed on top of him, with his cock still inside my pussy and he was squealing and thrashing desperately. I even felt his tail slapping my bare back. The guy must have been in a panic, I thought and staggered to stand.

As soon as I pulled my pussy free, several globs 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 against my ass. and a hot, hard pole slip into my well greased fuck tunnel. Mmmm... much safer! I moaned, closing my eyes as I I spread my feet and pushed back against 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 ratfolk cum in my pussy.

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 gaping and lubricated, but totally unsatisfied pussy. He lasted long enough for me to have another climax, before he deposited 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 ratfucker. I had to push him off to the side before he would listen. I grabbed his hand and guided it to his cock. "Keep yourself hard until I get back to you."

I reached out and wrapped my hands around the other two rat-cocks and pulled them close together. Then I dropped to my knees, and sucked both their limp cocks right into my mouth. They still had some sperm left over and I discovered ratfolk cum doesn't taste that bad. A little watery, but not bad. All you had to get used to was the 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 strong 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 to my asshole, which by this time, was pretty well juiced up, 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 red ratman cock, and the friction I was getting as they pumped in and out was all I could desire. It was like fucking the dogs, what with their short hair rubbing against my bare skin while they fucked me. Their clawed hands were running all over my body, fondling my breasts and buttocks even as their long wet tongues slobbered all over me, licking on my hard 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 red cock into my mouth, licking up the drooling pre-cum with my tongue and savouring the taste.

We fucked that way for an hour, each ratman taking turns at my pussy, ass, 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, and ran back to pick up my clothes. All the while I was stark naked and had ratman sperm drooling out of my pussy and asshole, down my thighs... and I went home to sleep.

... 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.

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Now, I'm more a nighttime kinda gal, and by the time I'd woken up, the sun was already setting again. I'd overslept. 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 would be seriously fucked up one way or another if she kept doing what she was doing. She'd probably 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 shoulders, down over my breasts, and narrowing to a single thin triangle way below my navel. The thin white leather snuggly outlined my pussy and was barely enough to cover my pussy lips. From there, it became a single leather strap that bisected my asscheeks. The white leather strap went up to another triangle at my lower back, connected to the two straps that went over my shoulders. To give you some idea of how exposed I was, the straps weren't even wide enough to completely cover my nipples, 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 across my back. And that wasn't counting one or two nasty little surprises I'd secreted on the outfit. The effect that I was aiming for, and got, was someone who able to dress like this, and 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 heeled boots, it was 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 a typical street thug - all brawn, and no brain.

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

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

It was a basic comeback, but it made his friends howl with laughter. He scowled, making him look even uglier - if that was possible.

"Think you're real funny, bitch?" and he reached for my tits.

Ok, girl. Time to establish my rep. This was part of the reason for me dressing this way. I grabbed his right hand with my left and stopped it dead. He couldn't believe it. I only came up to his chest and it looked like he could pick me up with one hand. He had the basic street smarts he needed to survive, and he was preparing for me to try the standard kick in the balls that a woman in my situation would try next.

Instead, I broke his wrist.

"The name's Sapphire Steele, not bitch," I released his broken 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 good," I put a touch of impatience in my voice. "You wanna go around with two broken wrists? Or you gonna use that block between your ears for once in your life?" I squeezed hard on his good 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, trying to process what the hell was I?

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 as a hole to fuck. I smiled, satisfied. This sort of thing does wonders for my rep.

The person I wanted to see was called Ratso, even though he was fully human, as far as anyone could tell. He was short and scrawny, with shifty eyes. Did I say everyone in 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 scrawny.

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 obviously locked onto my breasts. That close, he could see the dark red, crinkled edges of my areola, and my nipples made two bumps against the thin white leather.

"Ok, Ok, so you're late. Big deal," he threw his hands up in the air. "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 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 gold to have her."

"You're not telling me anything new, 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. Geez, you're impatient..." Then Ratso looked up. "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. One of Dote's henchmen. So maybe it wasn't all lard around his belly and arms, then.

Puddle grunted, "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."

"I'll order, if you'd serve up food that is worth eating." 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.

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

Puddle shook his head, "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 conned 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 turned my chair, and spread my legs wide. As always, the narrow strip of leather sliced my mound 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 brawny dumbass.

"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? Just for that, the price is back to 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 -"

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

"Hey, I was talking here?"

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 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 the first day I set foot in Tunfaire. Everyone and their mother thinks they have all the answers and only they know how to run Tunfaire. Yeah, right. And I suppose the massive amount of money from graft and corruption doesn't factor into the equation.

"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 it up to the poor for all the years their daddies have oppressed them and 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. So I heard little Miss Storm Warden 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.

Oops. The cat was definitely coming out of the bag. If Ratso knew, it would be all over the city within a day.

"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 already. And his enemy, a Fire Lord, was vicious, too. He got Argent Sable right where it hurt... turning his only daughter into a slum prostitute. Something sure smelt rotten in the Kingdom 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 is so dumb, she actually believed them when they told her she was going to be a 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 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 number one 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. And Jade was a runaway. So he wouldn't be caught on kidnapping charges. I 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! You trying to scam me or something?"

I kept quiet, but I did take out a particularly nasty looking dagger and started to carve on the table. I wasn't doing any damage to the tabletop that hadn't already been done. Joy House was that kind of place. I don't know who Dotes was trying to fool with the 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.

I arched an eyebrow at Puddle, "What the hell is this supposed to be?" I was rather polite considering the circumstances.

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

"It looks like a pile of horse turd!"

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

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...

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