Alicia's Descent Ch. 03

Alicia wondered who was on the other side of the partition. An older man, from the sound of his voice, perhaps a tradesman, a cobbler or woodworker. Out for an evening, little realising that he was being fondled by the daughter of the head of the Merchants' Guild. She smiled - the anonymity of the situation was strange but also liberating - one could do or be anything here. Just like her maid's disguise, her breeding and refinement no longer mattered here. Here she was little more than a cock-gobbling whore. She moaned and bent to her task, letting the stiffening cock into her mouth. She had sucked two cocks already today, and surely one more mattered little? Wincing slightly at the taste, yet also somehow relishing the humiliation of the situation, its dirty, wanton nature, she began to suck, trying to remember what she had learned today, fondling the cock while she bobbed her head. Alicia closed her eyes dreamily - she was already beginning to like this task, and no-one would know what a nasty, cock-sucking little slut she had become.

The first one lasted all too little time - within a couple of minutes she felt the cock in her mouth begin to spurt, and sucked harder as she felt splashes of watery cum in her throat, swallowing the salty liquid.

"Good girl," the man moaned, pulling back. Alicia smiled at the compliment. She wondered again who he was. He could have been anyone. Even a nobleman, slumming it like she was. Even one of the young bucks her father had tried to set her up with. Even her father himself! She blushed at the scandalous thought, yet also felt a heat in her breasts and loins.

Now a new cock pushed through the hole. This one was far bigger, knobbly and veiny, and not pink in colour but a greyish green. With a start she realised it was an orc cock! Again she reached up to touch it as it pushed forward, so big that even when she had retreated as far as the chain would let her, it was still pushing at her lips.

"In your gob, human bitch," a gruff voice commanded from the other side of the partition.

Alica swallowed and, steeling herself to the task, let her lips slide over the tip. It was less yielding than the other cocks she had sucked today, with a leathery texture. She ran her tongue around the end and sucked it into her mouth, and was rewarded with a groan of satisfaction and the whole thing twitched and began to thicken. In the next door stall, she could now hear wet, slurping and sucking noises coming from her trollop of a maid, who was already, it seemed, an accomplished cocksucker. Alicia hollowed her cheeks and began sucking hard too, feeling the cock grow further until began to fill her mouth. Again the play in the chain restricted how far back from it she could move, so that it inched its way into her slobbering mouth to butt against the back of her throat. Alicia gagged, eyes watering, but the chain held her securely in place, unable to retreat from the monster cock. And then, she saw a large, warty green hand reach through the hole and snatch at the links of the chain, strong fingers closing firmly around it and suddenly jerking her towards the wall, dragging her head forward and simultaneously forcing the thick green cock all the way down her throat. Her forehead banged against the wooden boards and she began to choke around the cock as the hand snaked behind her to pin her head in position. Choking around the orc's enormous member, Alica felt it begin to pump back and forth, her throat stretching around it at each forward thrust. She squeaked and grunted and gargled and gurgled around it, coughing up more saliva and providing both her tormentor and Mari with a delightful array of sound effects as the latter sucked industriously at the cock at her own gloryhole. The sound of her haughty mistress choking on a huge orc cock in a dirty privy was music to Mari's ears, and from the way that the wooden partition was shaking and banging with each determined thrust her pretty blonde employer's tight little throat was getting quite the workout - perhaps rather more than she had bargained for!

At last the assault on Alicia's tonsils ceased, and the creature pulled back to gruntingly discharge the contents of his large grey-green balls into her mouth. She felt the green monster cock twitch and then hot spurts were spraying across the back of her throat, quickly filling her mouth with its thick, sticky, yet strangely sweet-tasting goo. The pumping seemed to continue for ever. Desperately, she tried to swallow it, feeling a great gobbet slide down her gullet, soothing her sore throat, into her stomach, but still more burst from her mouth, even her nose, and spattered the partition as it oozed down her chin and onto the front of her maid's outfit. She could feel hot slime slide between her breasts and into her cleavage. Then the cock was retreating, and the hold on her head was released, and Alicia was able to settle back, spluttering, onto her knees again. She coughed up more orc spunk, and moaned at her humiliation, bringing her gloved hands up to wipe her chin, only for them to become as slimy and coated as the rest of her. Wrinkling her nose, she wiped them on the wooden board, but it suddenly seemed like everything around her was covered with jizz. Alicia groaned. She had sucked an orc's cock - let it fuck her throat. Next to her she could hear Mari squealing in surprise and - yes? possibly delight? - as she received her own baptism of cum, erupting in thick clots across her pretty little face, staining her hair, neck and corseted breasts. The more prudent Mari had already struggled out of her uniform and cloak, placing them carefully to one side of the wooden cell to try and keep them from getting further soiled by her activities. The cock was withdrawn, and Mari soon faced a second orc cock, and began to stroke its length with one hand, smearing pre-cum along it, while she groped for her puffy pussy lips with the other, sliding her fingers inside and beginning to sigh in pleasure as she started to suck again.

Alicia too found that another cock had already presented itself at the hole for her attention, this one already hard from watching her service its companion. Just as Alicia's strangled gulps had aroused Mari, so Mari's sighs and moans around the cock she was sucking now acted as an aural stimulant to Alicia, who was determined not to let this new 'customer' get hold of the chain and throat fuck her like the last one had. She instead began sucking noisily at the new cock and, as her own arousal also started to build, hiked up the hem of her skirt, already covered with long white streaks of cum, to reveal her stockinged legs and her own dainty pussy, which she began to frig shamelessly, adding muffled moans of her own to the slurping sounds of the two cocksucking girls.

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At the bar, sand trickled slowly through the large hourglass. Madame Terese, the Haven Club's mysterious owner, and the only fully clothed woman in the building, idly ran a gloved finger down it. Even in her high-heeled boots she was several inches shorter than Mistress Onyx, her capable freedwoman and chief employee, though her petite frame was more curvaceous. Her skin was also dusky and her long mane of hair raven hued, pointing to a more southerly origin, but her colouring was not as ebon black as that of Mistress Onyx.

"Who is in the Stalls?" she asked Mistress Onyx, curious. "I see no-one missing from the floor."

"Two young whores who tried to blag drinks off you," Onyx replied. "One claimed to be of high birth, but they were dressed as maidservants and had no coin. I gave them an hour in the Stalls to teach them a lesson."

Madame Terese laughed delightedly. "Oh, I'm sure that will be very educational for them!"

"There was one other thing," Onyx said, lowering her voice. "One of them also mentioned the tunnel. They wanted to use it to get back to the Upper City."

Terese frowned. "That is more troubling. I wouldn't want this passageway to become more widely known; we are not a public thoroughfare! And our business is secrecy - if the identity of our ladies were to become common knowledge, there would be the most almighty scandal. Remind me when their hour is up - I think I need to speak with our young guests."

"Of course, Mistress," Onyx said deferentially.

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As the end of the appointed hour finally arrived, Alicia found that she had lost all track of time and any precise sense of the number of cocks, human, orc and half-orc, that she had serviced. A dozen? Perhaps more. She existed only in a perpetual limbo of hard cocks and spurting seed. Her jaw ached with the effort of continual sucking, and her throat was sore where several of the men and orcs had forced her to deep throat them. She was plastered with the mixed semen of all of those who she had tugged and sucked to climax, her lovely silver-blonde hair plastered to her scalp, the front of her dress a soaked and gooey mess. Her gloved hands were slimy and sticky with it, her stockinged thighs liberally spattered. Jizz decorated the walls and floor of the wooden stall. Even her stomach felt heavy and queasy with the volume of sperm she had swallowed, and pushed at the confines of the corset. She had not known that orcs could produce so much semen! But what she had not lost count of was the number of orgasms that she had rubbed herself to; four. Four shattering climaxes, sweaty, mewling, cum-soaked climaxes that had left her feeling dizzy and weak-kneed.

The tide of visitors to the privies had abated from its initial rush, and now they only appeared only in ones and twos, giving her and Mari some time to recover between bouts, but even so Alicia was glad to finally hear the door to the corridor behind her open and have Mistress Onyx return to unchain her neck from the collar that kept her fixed to the stall.

"Is it time?" she gasped, trying to lick jism from her cum-dripping lips.

"Your hour is up," Mistress Onyx confirmed, gingerly trying to turn the key in the lock to the collar without getting any of the copious mess upon herself. "I trust that you have drunk your fill now, slut?" she smirked. "Don't worry, there is no charge for that particular vintage."

She tossed a rag at Alicia's knees. "Clean yourself up. There is someone who wishes to speak with you."

Alicia gratefully grabbed the dirty rag and managed to wipe the worst excess from her face and neck, but her hair was still wet and she could feel the sticky sliminess of the cum where it had run down inside her corset, and now stuck it to her skin. She stank of cum, she realised, and was not sure that she would ever get the taste from her mouth. And yet... there was something about the orc cum that was strangely sweet, not brackish like human or half-orc. She almost felt that she could drink more of it, in spite of the queasiness in her stomach.

As she stood there, Mari joined her from the next stall. Alicia noted with some annoyance that her maid's own dress was mostly unmarred by the white streaks and blobs that coated Alicia's, except for one or two spots where drops had flown even across the wooden stall. Mari's face and hair were, like Alicia's, a gelatinous mask of dribbling cum, however, and in spite of her best efforts with her own dirty rag Mari still looked as though she had bathed in semen.

A short, brown-skinned woman in a dark, stylish dress emerged from the doorway to the bar. Her age was hard to pinpoint, but she looked to be mature, perhaps in her 40s. She wore a necklace and earrings of silver filigree, and carried herself with an elegant grace. She smiled slightly as she saw the state that Alicia and Mari were in, and looked across at the stern form of Mistress Onyx, waiting to one side.

"These are the cheap sluts who can't afford to buy wine and yet who want to use the secret tunnel?" she asked. Onyx nodded. The woman snorted in derision and turned to face the two girls, wry amusement twinkling in her eyes. "I am Terese Mishra, owner of this establishment. I am told that you claim to be denizens of the Upper City. What do you have to say for yourselves?"

"It is true, my lady," Alicia answered, trying to emphasise her accent. "I apologise for the state you currently find us in. Your... servant," Onyx glowered at that, "has made us perform the most humiliating acts in recompense for our temporary lack of money, but I assure you that I am of noble birth myself. My name is Alicia DeKann, and my father is the head of the City Merchant Guilds. This is my maidservant, Mari." Mari curtsied automatically.

"I know Thomas DeKann. I am a Guild member myself. There is a resemblance, I can see. But presumably he does not know that his daughter is out whoring herself?" Terese asked, one eyebrow arched.

Alicia blushed. "No, my lady. He does not. That is why it is imperative that I return home tonight before I am missed, otherwise there will be a search, and if the truth comes out, I think it will be the worse for all of us."

"You should be aware that you threaten a very secret society here, which could be the ruin of many of the noble families of the Upper City," Terese said sternly. "However," she relented, "you seem to have served penance enough for one night. On this occasion I will let this intrusion slide, and allow you both back to the Upper City."

Alicia sagged with relief. "Thank you, my lady! I promise that I shall tell no-one of this! I would be ruined!"

"Indeed not," Terese agreed. She paused. "And... how did you find your evening?" she asked. "Was your ruin all that you imagined?"

Alicia cast her mind back, to her sordid tryst with the sailors, to being chained like a common slave in the Stalls, sucking the cocks of the city's basest residents, and of masturbating furiously to it. "Ohh, my lady!" she said. "It was... a whole world of which I have been ignorant. My mind is a whirl."

Terese smiled indulgently. "There are those who find that in casting off the airs and graces that society makes us wear, and in lowering ourselves to expose our basest instincts and appetites, there is yet a freedom, and a joy that comes in submission which no other experience can duplicate. Would you say that that was the case?"

Alicia found herself nodding. "Yes," she whispered. "That's so true."

"And having experienced such heights - and depths - of depravity," Terese asked carefully, "do you think it possible that you might one day wish to do so again?"

Alicia struggled to take in what Terese was saying. "Oh... again? Yes! I mean, would... would that be possible? Perhaps not in the Stalls, although..." she blushed again, "there was a perversity to being the slave of such rough beasts which was undeniably... stimulating."

Terese laughed. "Yes, Onyx tells me you stimulated yourself most vigorously!"

Alicia found her face grow scarlet, and looked down.

"Do not worry, my dear," Terese said. "There is no shame in it. I know very well how you feel. We have all felt it here. There is no judgement at the Haven Club, only pleasure. There is a fee, of course, a matter of a few gold marks per visit, although in recompense you may keep whatever coin the filthy beasts think you are worth. In return we can have a uniform made for you, should you wish to visit us on another occasion. We attend weekly meetings at the Imperial Women's Institute. Be there promptly at sunset. You would only need to pick a name and a colour to identify you; not your real name, but a name by which you will be known when in this establishment. You have seen Jade, Rose, Peach and Scarlet already, I think."

Alicia nodded, remembering Countess Amelia and Nicola, Lady Penelope, and the oriental woman, Jade, who it seemed must also be a noblewoman. She nodded eagerly.

"Then if it is possible, perhaps Azure - to match my eyes."

Terese smirked at the young woman's vanity, but nevertheless smiled. Had she once been this callow? Perhaps she had. "Then Azure you shall be," she said. "Hurry on home now, girls, and get yourselves cleaned up. We will see you again."