Doing Time On Crescent Isle Ch 01 1

*This one's a bit of a slow burn to introduce our setting and characters. There's still some spice towards the end for ya but the next chapters will have even more!*

Doing Time on Crescent Isle Ch. 01

Zora shot awake to the Guardswoman hollering and rapping her club along the bars of the prison cells.

13 Moons. She counted 13 Moons up in the night sky since the ship left the Capital City Harbor. The smell of seasickness and the salty ocean was thick in the air. It's all she's smelled since the voyage began. Thinking back to how she got on this rotten boat, she remembered being given a choice. Stay in prison and rot there for the rest of her life, or serve the rest of her sentence on Crescent Island. Apparently when they arrived all the prisoners were to be sold off to Companies on the island that use them for labor. The Warden had said something about Gladiator fights. Or was it whorehouses? Maybe both Zora had barely been able to sleep this whole trip and couldn't think so straight.

Couldn't be much worse than rotting in a stone box for the rest of her life

, she thought.

The other prisoners crowded their portholes and Zora joined in to see what was going on. Out the window she saw it. Port Brutale, the single city that sprawled across most of the Island. It wasn't huge, certainly not like the Capital,

but it wasn't small either,

Zora thought. She only knew Crescent Island by reputation, a bustling place with more than its share of debauched cutthroats and crooks. A place where outcasts, misfits, and otherwise 'indecent' types could make a name for themselves if they were tough, clever, and lucky enough.

The ship docked in the harbor and the Guardswomen escorted the prisoners out onto the wharf. The first thing Zora noticed was how fucking hot it was. She was roasting and the humidity made the air thick enough to bite. She squinted her eyes in the bright sun and scanned across the busy harbor. The entire harbor looked to be one massive machine with endless little parts in constant motion. The Guardswomen barked orders for the prisoners to line up along the wharf. When she got in position Zora noticed two women approaching them. The first one was a skinny, mousy one who took short, quick steps and was carrying a ledger. Next to her was an absolute unit of an Amazon wearing a couple simple garments that just barely covered her surprisingly small breasts and unsurprisingly thick and muscular ass. She was not quite bulky but very muscular and lean.

A Warrior Cut From Marble

, Zora thought. With a mane of Jet black hair dropping to her mid-back and a sword and dagger sheathed along her waist.

Bet she's got another blade behind her back too

, Zora thought. She didn't seem the type to be caught unprepared in a fight.

The Mousy Woman slipped the Sergeant a few coins. "Alright you get first pickings. Just be quick about it." Mousy Woman gave her a few quick, short nods as the Sergeant handed her the Manifest and shuffled up to inspect the 'merchandise'. Her Amazon friend stood back leering silently at the prisoners. Mousy had picked out three of the prisoners, jotting down notes in her ledger as she did, by the time she got to Zora.

"Oh. Hello." She flashed me a shy smile before burying her face in her ledger where she had slid the Manifest. She was wearing a teal linen shirt with an orange sash. In the sash she had tucked in a few pencils and a smaller notebook. And beneath the sash she had a simple linen skirt of the same teal that reached her ankles. And up resting on her nose was a pair of big, thin-framed glasses. Her clothes weren't anything fancy,

but she took good care of them

, Zora thought.

"Sentenced to life for larceny? Really? Seems harsh oh wait I see. Oh my. You tried to steal the Royal Jewels from the Palace itself? You're a daring one aren't you? Daring and pretty." Zora raised an eyebrow wondering what this Mousy one's deal was while Mousy pulled out the little notebook and scribbled some notes in. Zora knew she was hot with her shoulder-length raven black hair, her tall and lithe physique, her smooth olive skin, and no one she bedded could get enough of her deep blue eyes.

The two most brilliant sapphires in the world,

they said.

But she was fresh off two weeks in some shitty prison boat, and before that two months in prison she felt like a complete disaster of sleep deprivation, grime, and sweat.

"This one's a thief." The Amazon had walked up. "Can't trust a thief."

Zora couldn't help but notice how sweaty the Amazon was.

Well everyone's sweaty here.

She thought. But this Amazon also carried a heady scent to her that was impossible to ignore.

"I appreciate your concern Arsenie but she's by far the best candidate here for a Domestic and it's been 6 weeks almost since the last one left. I know with you, Ironhide, and Dracona around she won't do anything funny. Isn't that right uhm..." She looked down at the Manifest. "Zora! Isn't that right?"

A Domestic? That doesn't sound so bad. Beats working in a mine or something like that,

"I'll be on my best behavior."

Arsenie in a flash grabbed Zora's face, squeezing her cheeks together painfully. "You will see that you are Thief. Because if you pull any hogshit on my watch then I gotta answer for it. And if that happens, I'm making it your fucking problem!" She stepped closer to Zora, craning her neck up to force her to keep eye contact.

Her musky scent was practically punching her in the face now as Zora was faced with the Amazon's glistening mid-section. "Yes! Understood!" Between the scorching heat, Arsenie's crippling grip and intoxicating scent Zora's senses were overwhelmed and she could only shout.

"Good. Remember this conversation." The Amazon released her and started walking back towards the shore. Barking commands to the new laborers to line up behind her. Zora couldn't help but linger her gaze on Arsenie's strong round ass in those tight shorts of hers. She could feel the blood rushing to her clitoris and her pussy getting a little wet.

Did she rub her thumb along my lips?

Zora asked herself. She was still sleep deprived and the heat wasn't helping either so maybe her mind was just deceiving her.

"I'm Arielle by the way. But everyone just calls me Ari." Said the Mousy Woman. She gently squeezed Zora's arm, "She's Arsenie and don't worry too much about her. She can be mean at first and vulgar but she'll warm up to you I know it!" Zora was surprised at the gesture and didn't really know what to say so she just nodded and followed the two women off the docks and into the City.

As the group was exiting the harbor Arsenie pointed out an Office next to some warehouses telling the other laborers to remember that spot cause that's where the company gets their imported supplies from. Moving on they entered a massive boulevard bustling with life.

"This is Main Street!" Ari said. She practically had to shout to just be heard over the commotion. "It's the main hub of Port Brutale. It runs all the way to the other end of the Island. The rest of the city all branches off from it!"

The street was massive. Zora noticed there were no lanes for wagons or any transport like that the entire boulevard was teeming with pedestrians. Along the center was a line of pretty gardens filled with exotic plants that Zora had only seen in the gardens on Noble estates back home. This must be where they grow naturally. They had periodic breaks in the gardens so people could cross between the two big lanes that made Main Street.

Zora's train of thought was broken by the sound of someone crashing through a window to the right, just where the harbor met Main Street. She turned her head just in time to see a burly Orc leaping through the window to get at the other Orc she'd just thrown through it. An old Dwarf scrambled out the front door angrily shouting, "Oi! You cunts are paying for that!" Mumbling curses as she went back inside. You look above the entrance and see the sign.

"The Drunken Mermaid", Arsenie says. "Good place for a good fuck." Zora's eyes scan up to the second floor balcony where she sees a cute Elf bending some lucky woman over the rail and drilling her senseless.

Yeah I think this beats prison. Easily.

Zora can't help but remember how violently underfucked she's felt.

What's it been? Three months?

More like three years it felt.

"Oi! Keep moving!" Arsenie barks and the group moves along.

Ari was pointing out a few landmarks here and there along Main Street while Zora couldn't help but steal some looks at Arsenie's ass. Her shorts just barely covered those big meaty cheeks.

Both sides of the street were lined with every kind of establishment you could think of. Tavern's, brothels, gambling houses, restaurants, shops filled with trinkets and all sorts of this and thats, street performers too. This place had it all. There were also a bunch of smaller streets that branched off Main Street like arteries from a heart.

Pickpockets too no doubt.

Zora thought as she looked onward. In the distance she saw a massive Arena. It had to be the biggest building in the City. A bit closer on the other side of Main Street she saw what looked like a Fortress with a fancy Mansion standing tall above the walls.

Her thoughts trailed off as they entered an open air market on the street.

"This is the Bazaar!" Ari said. The Bazaar was full of stalls with merchants selling their wares. Spices, textiles, jewelry and all kinds of metalware. Mixed in were food stalls as well. There were spiced chunks of meat and vegetables skewered and grilled over a fire. Served either as is on the stick or wrapped in a fluffy pita. There's also skewered fish, squid, and other seafoods being grilled. The chefs brushed some kinda glaze onto them to caramelize on the meat. Next she saw a cook pulling some slabs of the crispiest looking pork belly she'd ever seen out of an oven, chopping them up and drizzling some dark red sauce over them.

Gods it all smells amazing!

It had been ages since Zora had eaten something decent. As they walked out of the Bazaar she let herself hope that her new overseers would let her out on the town.

This place was built for me. It's beautiful!

She thought. Even looking up at the buildings the city was sprawling with 4-6 story buildings, with tile roofs and lots of crossings and archways connecting the buildings over the streets.

It's like the Gods designed a Paradise for thiefs.

Zora was dreaming of the havoc she could wreak on this town. If only her overseers would let her.

I'm a reasonable girl. They'll get their cut.

Zora needed to feel the Thrill of the Heist again.

Gets the blood pumping like nothing els-

Blinded by her daydreaming, Zora didn't notice the group stop and walked smack into Arsenie's back. "Watch where you're going bitch!" Arsenie roared. Zora, still reeling from the impact, could only stammer out an apology. Arsenie grabbed Zora up by her face again and leaned down, bringing their faces right up against eachother. "This is not a place for stupid girls. Use your fucking head or you'll lose it. Do you understand?" Zora's face was being squeezed together so she could only get out a quick nod. "Good. This place isn't a picnic but be smart and you'll be fine. Now everyone get inside."

Well it was nice to dream while it lasted.

Zora quickly dismissed all thoughts of this Paradise for Thieves and followed the group into the Campus. Above the door was a sign that read The Silver Lion with a silver lionshead above it.

"See that other entrance to the left?" Ari said. "That's the front door into the Company Brothel. You don't need to think about that though you'll be working out of the Higher Gladiator's Quarters though. As our Domestic."

They all passed through the front reception area, an old dwarf sat at the front desk and waved them all through. Through the door the group entered a square courtyard. Rising up the ground on all four sides were four stories that Zora assumed all belonged to the Company. Ari gave the rundown to the new laborers.

"Ok so this is the training grounds for the Gladiators. Sunday's their day off so it's empty now. The fourth of the complex that we just passed by is the Reception Office and next door is the bar on the first floor, the three floors up are the Brothel. None of you need to care about that. Over here to the right is the laborer barracks on the first floor, that's where you three are going. Then the Second floor is the Courtesan's Dormitory, the Brothel workers. Third floor is part of the Higher Gladiator's Quarters, and the top floor is for the Boss. Don't worry about what's in there cause you're never going there. Opposite of us, first floor is the Forge, that's where our Smith Mika works her magic. Second floor is the Apothecary where Max is. If you're sick go to her and don't try and fake anything she'll sniff you out faster than you can blink. Third floor is part of the Higher Gladiator's Quarters, and the top floor is for the Boss same deal as before. Now on the left, that archway leads out to the Garden. You laborers don't go there unless you have permission from the Higher Gladiators. First floor of the building itself is the Bath for the Gladiators. You laborers and the Courtesans have your own facilities in your quarters. Second floor is the Lower Gladiator Barracks, third floor is the rest of the Higher Gladiator Quarters and, top floor for the Boss and again, don't go there it's off limits."

"Alright I'll show you three to your beds. Zora as Domestic you'll be almost exclusively in the Higher Gladiator Quarters. Arsenie will show you around." Ari noticed the nervous look Zora shot her and fired back with a reassuring smile and a burst of three quick little nods.

Seeing the nervousness Zora had written all over her face Arsenie decided to torture her some more, "Oi! Just you and me now! Come let's see your new home!" She gave Zora a hearty slap on her back and grabbed her shoulder, pulling the thief into her and dragging her along inside. Before they went in Arsenie took a quick peek into the Garden to see if anyone was there. Zora being pinned to Arsenie's by her powerful arm saw an Elf woman sitting in the garden by an easel painting. "Dracona! New Domestic's here!" Arsenie dragged Zora over to where the Elf was sitting. She stood up as the two approached. Zora sized her up. She had smooth, ivory skin even in this scorching climate, rich auburn hair tied up elegantly, she was maybe 6'3" so a few inches taller than Zora, similarly built though with her slender and lithe physique.

Bit more built than me though. She's gorgeous,

Zora said to herself as she looked into her silvery eyes. Those eyes looked back at her so dispassionately Zora wasn't sure they even saw her. "I'm Dracona." She said, her only acknowledgement directly to Zora. Turning her head to Arsenie, "We needed a Domestic. Unprofessional to use the Courtesans and now I don't need to waste time going to any of the other brothels in our sunny paradise."

She noticed Zora's confusion. "Dearest Arsenie, did you even bother to tell our new Domestic what her duties in this fine establishment would be?"

"Oh right. Shit. Thought she'd just figure it out to be honest." She reached out to Zora and tilted her chin over and up so she was facing her. "Right so your job as Domestic of the Silver Lion is to make sure the needs of the Higher Gladiators are met. That's Dracona here, Ironhide, you haven't met her yet, and yours truly. You'll also be at the disposal of Max in the Apothecary, Mika in the Forge, Zee in the kitchen, and of course The Boss up topside. What we say you do and you do it when we say it, understood?" Zora nodded.

Do I have a choice?

"So what needs do I need to meet?" Zora asked. Arsenie's stone face cracked into a smirk, "Already told you. What we say you do and you do it when we say it. If that means clean our rooms you do it, when that means get on your knees and eat my pussy you drop." She cackled as she slapped Zora's ass, giving it a squeeze so rough it made Zora wince.

Well shit,

Zora thought. She knew she was underfucked but this is a lot.

Not sure breaking the dryspell's worth being broken in half by this behemoth.

"We just need to make sure we don't break you too hard." Said Arsenie as if she read Zora's mind.

"That's where Maxine comes in," Dracona followed up, "Speaking of our beloved Alchemist, has our new Domestic had her treatment yet?"

"Treatment?" Zora interjected.

"They'll help you do your job right." Arsenie said, she gave Zora's ass another squeeze, this time getting a finger on her asshole.

"Look." Arsenie stepped right up to Zora, her musk invading her nostrils again. Zora felt blood rushing to her clitoris again. "If you don't want to do this job then stay here and tell Dracona, she'll have you sent back to the harbor and on the first boat back to where you came from. None of us will touch you anymore. Or I will head upstairs and you will follow this big meaty ass you've been gawking at since we left the docks. You put yourself in this situation when you got caught stealing from some Royals so you make your choice and stick to it." She walked away towards the main building.

Fuck it I'm not going back to prison. And at least the women here are hot.

Zora followed Arsenie inside, moving quickly to catch up. She got inside, bolted through to the stairs and turned to ascend when

SSSMACK

Zora was moving so quickly when she entered the stairway she didn't see Arsenie standing just around the corner with her shorts pulled down and sticking her ass out for Zora's face to slam right into and fall right on her ass. "HAHAHAHA!" Arsenie let out a fat belly laugh, "Look at your fuckin face!"

Zora scowled, feeling like the dumbest motherfucker on earth. She could smell and taste the sweat from the Amazon's beefy ass. "Alright alright don't piss yourself angry." Arsenie said, a big cheeky grin still on her face. "Bet you liked that didn't ya you freaky bitch." She said as she grabbed Zora and put her over her shoulder with a slap on her ass. She started laughing again running up the stairs to the third floor.

"Put me down you big fuck! I can walk!" Zora was beating the Amazon's back with her fists.

Reaching the third floor the Amazon put her back on her feet. "Alright alright our new whore's got some bite. Stronger than you look eh, dirty fighter too you aimed for my kidneys didn't ya." Arsenie seemed genuinely pleased to see some tenacity from Zora. She pointed down the corridor to the left, "Dracona's room's down there. She manages the Brothel so she's right next to it. Pointing at the room right in front of them, "That's Zee's room. She doesn't fight anymore. Lost her leg. But she's a damn good cook. That's her kitchen." Pointing at the room to the right of them.

She pulled Zora into the Kitchen. "Oi Mango! Domestic's here." She shoved Zora forward.

Guess she remembered how to be a cunt.

Zora thought, for a second Arsenie was being kind of pleasant. Kind of. She at least seemed like a person.

Can't have that can we?

The kitchen was even hotter than the rest of this Island. No surprise there was a big fire on with a pig roasting above it. "New Domestic? That's nice." Zee said as she wiped her hands on her apron. Zee was a Tiefling, looked a bit older with grey streaks in her long black hair. She kept it tied up tight and had a headband on so hair wouldn't get in the food. She wasn't as tall as Arsenie but she was built like a fucking wall, muscles bulging underneath her dark crimson skin.

Better not piss this one off.

Zora thought as she glanced up at the massive Warhammer hanging up on the wall above the stove. Like Arsenie said she was missing the bottom half of her left leg. Zora told herself to not stare at the peg-leg. "Maybe all you cunts won't be so grumpy anymore eh?" She flashed a cheeky smirk at Arsenie. Zora was surprised Arsenie let someone talk to her like that.