Author's note: There is some story development in the beginning to set the tone. And I appreciate all feedback!
With a backflip, she leapt off the precipice of the Second Bastion, descending into the lower depths of the Eternal City. At a modest height of 5' 8'', she was perfectly formed for acrobatics and skillful movements.
The girl ran the rest of the way. The streets were dark and the lighting was dim. As she ran she skillfully weaved between puddles and crevices; one false step and she would cut herself. She was barefoot.
Finally, rounding another corner, she reached her destination: A small bar in one of many forgotten alleyways. The rich had never bothered to come down here, such as it is, preoccupied with their Holy Light. After all, the city was built for ascension - if the homeless and downtrodden lived in the crime-ridden slums, that was their issue, not the concern of a Citizen, and certainly not the Judicator.
They would never find her here.
Here she was nobody. Just another skinny girl living off the scraps of the Generals and Archons, and it's been that way for 18 years, her entire life.
She knocked on the door, twice deliberately, once with the palm of her hand, and thrice more with her knuckles in rapid succession. Like a charm, the heavyset wooden door opened, and a grimy man peered out at her.
"Nessa. You're late."
"I had some things to do, old man. Things you've grown to old to remember." She skipped in, eager to get away from the dangers of the alleyway. For even for the likes of her, the night life was potentially lethal.
With a grunt, the barkeep closed the door. "The next time you go out on your little missions, maybe I won't let you back then." This turned the girl's head.
"I'll believe you when you do it, Dorvan"
The old man grunted. "Young lass, you will never learn. We don't have the power to change things around here. Your actions will only get you killed. Look at what has become of the King. A man that powerful, and even he couldn't protect himself in the end."
Nessa turned her head sharply. "What do you know about anything, Dorvan? Ever since I was a child, you've been a timid old man. We need to have the courage to do things around here, like that blasted gate always reminds us every time we walk through it."
"THAT'S ENOUGH!" The suddenness of the shout made Nessa hop backward like a startled doe. Dorvan sighed and took control. "Nessa... Someday you will understand. Now please go to bed. Your client's been waiting for an hour for our best girl. No more escapades, understand? There's a drink for you before you get started."
Shaking her head, the girl walked upstairs. What's the difference? Her life is one unending cycle of frustration and abuse. Each morning she wakes up to a corrupt, dessicated empire, work some odd jobs, and get paid for it in the evening with a place to sleep and another desperate man looking to escape the harsh reality of modern life. She undressed as she walked up the stairs, acrobatically catching and turning the few scraps of clothing she called her own, folding them all in a neat pile by the time she reached the top.
Sighing, she downed the liquor and knocked on her own door.
"Come in!" A deep voice called out from the other side.
She froze. It couldn't be. With trembling hands, she turned the doorknob.
And breathed a sigh of relief. It was just another Lieutenant of the Eternal Legions.
"Infernal Legions more like," She whispered under her breath.
The man smiled broadly. "They said the whores from the Midland Wood are breathtaking in beauty. But I've never believed them until today."
She did a small curtsie as she presented all 110 pounds of her naked body to tonight's client.
"What can I do to please you, sir?" She said, placing her clothes in a pile on the floor next to the bed. Her client tracked her moves.
"Put those on." He said. "So I can rip them off."
Every night. She was growing tired of this nonsense. Every night since she's turned 18. Ever since she grew old enough to rent out her body the gangs that owned the bar discovered a new use for her other than petty thievery and sweeping drug delivery sites. And quite a profitable trade it was.
"Come on girl, I ain't got all night. If you want your tip you'd better do." He leaned forward. "as." Grabbed her left upper arm. "I." Pulled her forcefully towards his stinking, alcohol-tinged breath. "SAY!"
The man pushed her away, but Nessa quickly gained her balance, bouncing away and dropping to one knee. In one fluid motion, she lifted her clothes and put them on once again. "As you wish, sir." At this rate she feared the night might be another wash. She was already late, and the last few customers have rated her services poorly. She has to pick it up or end up like Astreia. She liked her limbs just where they were, thank you very much.
Standing to attention, the man at last stood up, still clad in legion garb. He was only slightly taller than she was, but more than twice as heavy. If things went wrong, she would have a hard time getting out.
With one motion, he ripped the rags off, in the process destroying them. She grimaced. She will have to ask the barkeep for some string to sew them up in the morning. Another chore she would have to somehow find the time for.
"On your knees, bitch." She dropped to her knees.
"Haha, it's like you were born to be a little slave doll. Now throughout this session, I want you to beg for my cock, cause I won't stop hurting you until you're screaming for me to fuck you in all your worthless holes."
She grimaced. This would be a long night.
"Open up bitch, we'll start there." She opened her mouth, and the man plowed in.
Immediately, she noticed something was off. This soul's expression (penis) was much larger than normal. Impossibly so. By the time it hardened, she must have felt at least 13 inches in there, and twice the girth as an average shaft.
She started to grunt with effort.
"Yeah, moan for me bitch I want to hear that slut mouth scream!"
She was moaning now. Something was wrong with this. She wasn't feeling pain like she should, but pleasure. Drats! What was in that drink the barkeep gave her? It couldn't have just been beer could it?
"You like this don't you? SAY IT! You like it!"
It was like her mind wasn't hers anymore. She moaned like a crazy bitch, and when he pulled out of her mouth, she didn't even recognize her own words anymore.
"FUCK ME DADDY FUCK ME LIKE THE CUM WHORE THAT I AM"
That earned her a hard slap that sent her body to the ground. She was used to being pushed around, but this was much stronger than even she was used to. What was going on?
