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Wet Cherry of Truth	By : uztre Category: +S through Z > Witcher 3: Wild Hunt Views: 96295 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Chapter List
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Summary:
Triss gets hunted by the witch hunters on the streets and then rescued by some young prostitutes. However, this has its price and Triss is compelled to not only act like a brothel whore but also actually be and work as one. In the beginning, she has her reservations, though these changes quickly after her first customer fucked her the rough and right way.
Tags: F/M, multiple customers, debauchery, voluntary prostitution
Notes:
- Spell-checked on June 14, 2018
Taking a step outside the sewer tunnels, the red-haired sorceress let her gaze wander from one side to the other. It had already gotten dark, even a little rainy, as her light hazel eyes recognized where she was: at the far end of the docks, facing the last tower in the line before the bay ended and the sea opened its gate to those who were brave and worthy.

Her bones were aching from the least pressure as she drew a deep breath and swallowed hard. "Goddess, thank you," Triss muttered, as heavy raindrops hit her skin through her dirty clothes. It was windy and dark. The horizon was crossed by clangorous flashes and ice. Triss' slender legs turned to jelly as she braced herself against the lantern in sight. She was a nervous wreck and hadn't yet worked out how she ended up in this terrible situation, as the pictures of her burned and dead friends flashed through her mind, their empty eyes gazing back at her before they all got killed, giving her the creeps.

As if this wasn't enough, Triss was sure that her home near the Kingfisher Inn would be kept under surveillance. Additionally, her friends were spread all over the city and she had no idea how to find them. And to make matters worse, the enemy's entire forces seemed to be mobilized and well-informed about her appearance, clothing and background story. Her heart leaped when she realized how deep she was in the mire; in the shit.

And her magic abilities were blocked too.

The most terrible scenario ever, and Triss was right in the middle of it.

The moment of peace and rest didn't last long, as two patrols of temple guards headed her way from both sides, their war dogs barking like mad. "THERE! THE RED-HAIRED WHORE! GET HER, MEN!!"

Scared out of her skin, Triss ran towards the next back alley. Her heart was pounding incessantly
in her chest as her legs seemed to move on their own. Although a stitch in her side was incredibly painful, she didn't dare to look back, too scared and winded to stop the muscles from flexing themselves. The urge to keep running dominated her actions and thoughts. After crossing one road after another, Triss finally arrived - to her shock - to a dead end, surrounded by three soaring walls blocking the way, her escape.

"No no no, please no," Triss uttered near to tears, already hearing the guards calls and dogs terrifying barking getting closer. She headed back to some doors further back in the hope someone would let her in, knocking and pulling at the cold doorknobs for what felt like an eternity, without avail.

"Open the door! Someone. Please!" Triss shouted, already on verge of yielding to her fate. But even as the situation seemed to be hopeless, the door right in front of her opened and a young half-elven woman with green eyes grabbed her collar and pulled the wide-eyed sorceress inside.

"Thank you. Thank you so mu-," Triss blurted out but was interrupted by the green-eyed girl's hand pressing against her lips. "Shh listen! The door won't stop them. They'll come in, one way or another. We have to come up with an idea..." She stated while her eyes scrutinized the sorceress' ill-smelling clothes. "Yes, I think I got one. Follow me... Hurry!"

As if stung by an adder, Triss tottered after the beautiful girl to another room which looked like a communal bedroom. Two other women got out of their beds in surprise and one of them hissed with a concerned voice, "Hey, Brialla who is this? What's going on here?"

"Strip naked and jump into that bathtub," the half-elven girl ordered Triss as she opened the door to the bathroom, and ignored other girls' clueless stares. "Throw your clothes into the heating stove. Everything, alright? It's important... Just get rid of all your things before the guards- dammit!" Harsh knocking and loud barking came from the entrance hall, making Triss almost jump out of her skin.

"I'll stall for time. Now hurry up! And you both there just try to keep calm and let me handle this!" Brialla snapped and banged the door closed with ear-splitting force. The bathroom itself was narrow, as Triss quickly took off her last piece of clothing and crammed it into the burning oven next to her. Although it hurt seeing her expensive outfit flaring up before her eyes, every single piece of it handcrafted and dearly bought with her first reward in Novigrad, the red-haired sorceress didn't hesitate to kick the clothes further into the flames.

It was the wrong time for sentimentality.

"WHERE IS SHE!?!" Triss heard a man's shouting coming from the next room.

"WHO???"

"GET OUT OF MY WAY, SLUT!!!"

"YOU CAN'T DO THIS!!! THIS IS NOT RIGHT!!!" Brialla yelled in a rage, as steps of heavy boots resounded through the entire floor, approaching faster and faster. Jolted in action, Triss slipped into the cold water and lay down, tried to prevent her naked body from trembling. As her eyes fell down to her left ankle, she recognized through the bubbles that she had totally forgotten the dimeritium bracelet.

"DON'T LET ME SAY IT AGAIN, BITCH. FUCK!! OFF!!!"

With that last word, the wooden door broke open and a half dozen witch hunters and their dogs burst into the room, swords drawn. Triss shrank back and tried to act surprised, covering her pussy and tits after giving off a high-pitched shriek and flexing her legs. "What's going on here?" She blurted out and tried to sound like she was caught off guard.

"LIEUTENANT, SIR, YOU CAN COME IN NOW!!!" One of the ugly hunters shouted and licked his lips at the sight of beautiful sorceress. Even the dogs' eyes locked on her C-cup breasts, which were peeking out from behind her the arm. No one said one word to her, as they stepped aside and a soldier with heavy temple guard armor, a dali mustache, and chin beard walked in with him Brialla in tow. Something about the so-called lieutenant seemed to look familiar to Triss, but she didn't know what. He had a tanned skin and short, dark hair with black eyes similar to a tawny owl. Triss was sure that the lieutenant wasn't from Novigrad or from the North at all.

"The magic detector, private!" The lieutenant ordered and stretched out his hands while he kept a dead serious face, eyes locked on hers. The witch hunter next to him immediately took out a silver medallion shaped like a dodecahedron and suspiciously similar to the medallion witchers were wearing. It was supposed to be sensitive to magic, vibrating and tugging on its chain when spells were being cast or magical beings, like genies, were present. But Triss had never heard of the medallion being used to expose sorceresses or mages.

"The detector can't work with so much dimeritium here. Only six people will stay in the building and the others will surround the house and block all exits. And take these stupid dogs with you... And at least four men will position themselves right at the window there. MOVE!!!" The officer commanded as every redundant witch hunter left the building until only six remained, three inside and three outside the room, with the girls' wondering faces appearing at the door.

There was an eerie silence as Triss didn't dare say anything, while Brialla seemed to be overwhelmed by the whole situation. The other girls were palpitating with fear, sharing terrified looks between them.

The sober lieutenant stretched his hand out over Triss' bathtub, with the amulet dangling from it. All eyes were locked to it; if the medallion of the witch hunters worked the same way as the witchers', it should be pulsating incessantly by now.

But nothing happened. Not a single twitch. Brialla and Triss exchanged relieved glances.

The lieutenant didn't seem surprised as he abruptly knelt down, bent over the red-haired sorceress, and dove his left hand into the water. He headed towards her arms first, then continued to fondle her wrists and hands. On its way, his snoopy fingers touched every imaginable and inappropriate part of her body, starting with her tits and stiff nipples. Triss wanted to defend herself and resist, but as her eyes fell to her ankles and the dimeritium bracelet, she realized that the layer of soap bubbles seemed to evaporate faster when she kept struggling and moving.

Shocked, Triss stopped fighting back and unfastened the grip covering her delicious tits and cunt, in the hope the commanding officer would be pleased enough with the valuable goods he already had access to, and forget about her long legs and its ankles. After swallowing her pride, the red-haired sorceress' hands appeared above the water and her knees spread to either side of the bathtub. The witch hunters' eyes nearly exploded as Triss's carrot red, T-shaped and trimmed pubic hair became clearly visible through the water.

The lieutenant, however, still kept a straight face when he subjected the curvy sorceress to a body search, fondled her tits and nipples with his bold hands. He wasn't gentle with her while his black eyes moved slowly from the abdomen down to her neglected cunt. Leaving his left hand by her big breasts, the soldier let his other hand dive into the water as well and clutched at Triss' tiny pussy, moving his hands along its sensitive folds, caressing it possessively. "Uhng," the red-haired sorceress moaned and bit her lower lip while looking straight into the officer's black pupils. Soon, the hint of pleasure changed into heat, and she felt her entire body spasming in desperate thrill.

The other girls' eyebrows arched when the red-haired sorceress' eyelids started to jitter. As her lovely molester pushed his middle finger into her tiny pussy too, Triss' head fell backward and her hands clasped the edge of the bathtub. One wave after another rushed through her as the lieutenant seemed to start fingerfucking her slowly. Instead, something smooth and edged was pushed into her aching cunt, and his finger slunk away, leaving Triss behind with reddened cheeks, gaping eyes and pussy plugged.

"So what's your name, sweetheart?" The lieutenant asked blushing sorceress blushed as he stood up. Being totally overwhelmed by the pleasure, Triss was caught off guard by the question and didn't have a clue what to say.

"Scarlett, just tell them who you are!" Brialla suddenly tossed in and gave her a pointed look.

"Scarlett... Greenstein. My name's Scarlett Greenstein," Triss added with such uncertainty that she wouldn't have even believed herself.

"No, sweetheart..." The lieutenant smirked. Brialla and the other girls looked at each other, expecting the worst. "Not your real name. Your alias!"

Triss didn't know what he meant. Panic spread all over her body as she said the one thing she should never give away. Was it the horniness or desperation? The red-haired sorceress had no idea. But right at that moment she only felt the urge to say the following words, "Triss. Triss Merigold."

Every person's eyes shot wide open, including the witch hunters nearby. Brialla instinctively stepped backward, and the other girls were thunderstruck. A fight seemed to be inevitable.

"Ah everything makes sense now, men, right?" The lieutenant said to his subordinates and nodded as if he had disclosed an open secret. Triss' heart just leaped into her throat.

"No? C'mon, really? Her hair color and style, that amulet, those big titties and her T-shaped pubic hair. Didn't get it?"

The confused hunters looked at each and then shook their heads as their commanding officer heaved a sigh before paying his attention to the red-haired sorceress again. "Triss, how long have you been already working here in this... establishment? Just a few days, I'd guess? You must be new here, right?"

The red-haired sorceress didn't know what was going on, but something about the lieutenant's black eyes and serious expression indicated that he wasn't like all the other racist assholes eager to kill her. His behavior and his hidden accent had something she couldn't explain. He was different, but not less dangerous.

Triss' silence began to bother Brialla, so she uttered instead, "Sir, you're absolutely right. It's actually Triss' second day and night at the Massive Oak. After turning tricks at the docks for years, our madame decided to give her a chance to use her talents here at the brothel."

"The Massive Oak? Brothel? Street harlot? Me? What?" Triss asked herself. As she realized what was going on, her cheeks reddened. However, she decided to keep a stiff upper lip and play along. And as long as they didn't try to kill or rape her, she would even pretend to be the cheapest whore in Novigrad. As long as they didn't know who she really was, it didn't matter.

"Aah, I guessed that," the commanding officer nodded, ignoring the embarrassed redhead's face. "And I must admit imitating the sorceress Triss Merigold of Maribor is such a brilliant idea... I mean which man wouldn't want to shag that hot sorceress bitch if he had a chance, right? As a whore looking like her, you could make a fortune." All witch hunters around couldn't stop nodding their head in approval. Even those who stood outside and were peaking through the open window. "And you must have gotten your idea for the sorceress' appearance from the wanted posters hanging all over the place, right?"

"Yes, that's exactly how it was," Triss agreed of her own accord, seeing an opportunity to affect her intricate situation. "The double bun hairstyle, makeup, and mascara, outfit and medallion, I got everything from the posters the lovely temple guards have been hanging around. And since I was the spitting image of this treacherous sorceress, with the same curvy body and breast size, I thought I could copy her name and appearance, and use her reputation to do some good for the hardworking people of Novigrad."

That explanation was enough to make Triss puke, but she kept smiling at witch hunters at the door.

"The famous entrepreneurial spirit of Novigrad. I like it. Risky and daring. You'll make it far as the needy harlot Triss Merigold of Maribor," the lieutenant said with a wink and added, "Much further than this wannabe sorceress freak could ever make it, that's for sure... But I think we better go now. Wasted enough of your time, and you and your friends surely must have customers to satisfy."

All the girls' heartbeats quickened as they thought that they had really managed to survive this situation without losing a part of their bodies.

But just as the soldier seemed to turn around and walk away, he twirled back and put forward another idea, much to the displeasure of the female attendants around, "But where are our manners? We unexpectedly dropped in on you and your friends, broke the door and its lock, and surely scared you to death as well. We have to compensate you for the shock and loss."

Still sitting in the bathtub, Triss countered, "Noooo, Sir. That's really not necess-"

"But it is. And I must insist," he stated, bound and determined. The girls' eyes widened in unwanted anticipation. "In difficult times like these, the temple guards and the witch hunters need to serve as an inspiring example of justice and charity. If we do something wrong, we also have to take responsibility and learn how to make up for it."

Triss could literally hear Brialla's hard swallowing from the distance.

"How about I'll pay your madame a visit tomorrow, apologize for the broken door and intrusion in person. And to walk the talk, the fifth interim company of the witch hunters and I going to start regularly employing your services in the next few days. By doing this, your madame is going to be compensated for the damage, you make good money and, to top it all off, the nasty prostitute Triss Merigold of Maribor is going to make a name as the most frequented whore in Novigrad. A win-win situation for everybody. What do you think?"

Shocked speechless, the red-haired sorceress just sat there. She looked over with desperate eyes first to Brialla and then to the stony-faced girls in the next room, awaiting some kind of support to avert the upcoming disaster. But nothing came from them, as they also seemed to be too surprised by the lieutenant's offer.

Triss knew she brought this plight upon herself, and now, with her back to the wall, she had no options left to talk him out of his stupid - and not to say - humiliating idea. But somehow, and she couldn't explain it at all - Triss also felt how her pussy tingled at the thought that she was going to be fucked by an entire company of her greatest enemy. The men who killed her friends and drove her underground, while they called her by her 'fake' real name and their cocks exploded inside her womb, flooding her deepest folds with sticky cum. Even the slightest imagination made her legs slap together, her tiny cunt moisten.

"Lieutenant, again, this is really not necessary," Triss stated and forced a smile as she saw the dimeritium bracelet gleaming in the water, the layer of the soap bubbles almost gone. When the lieutenant made one step closer, she blurted like a scalded cat, "Alright, alright. If you really insist, so be it. What a... prostitute would I be if I refuse such a generous offer, right?"

"Splendid," the heavy-armored soldier replied and bowed his head. Brialla and the other girls could do nothing more than view the spectacle with open mouths. "Sir, we don't want to be ungrateful or rude, but Triss has to prepare herself for the night shift now and..."

"Of course, of course. Men! Forward March! Back to the rendezvous point! Hurry up! And Triss... Until tomorrow, then. Can hardly wait to see that beautiful, freckled face of yours getting covered with my cum," he said in an undertone of possessive superiority.

"Same here!" She countered in fake, eager anticipation as she watched the lieutenant's depart, leaving an eerie silence over the place. The entire situation felt surreal, and everyone seemed to need a moment to reflect on what had happened over the last thirty minutes.

"We actually did it," the half-elf girl with violet eyes broke the silence as she fell back into bed. "And we didn't get raped, abused or whatever these assholes do with people like us. It's a miracle."

Triss felt the same way, as she let her head fall backward and sink into the water, as she thought about the mess she got herself into. As the conversation became louder, the red-haired sorceress surfaced again and heard Brialla talking, "... we are not over the hump yet, Calli. Now, we all are up shit creek."

"Why?" Calli asked with shaking voice, obviously the youngest of the three girls.

"It's all because of you, Brialla! Why did you let her inside in the first place?" The elven harlot with slim body and petite, round breasts tossed in, boiling with anger as she headed towards her.

"What was I supposed to do, Ariari? Do nothing? Watch how these bastards rape her. Kill her?" Brialla countered.

"Yes! That's exactly what you should have done!" Ariari barked, hands wavering under stress. "If the procuress finds out about this - what we have done to save her - she'll bump us out! And I don't know about you, but I need every little coin I make here to feed my seven brothers and sisters back home in the slums. By the goddess, I don't even want to imagine what happens when the witch hunters come tomorrow and see that she's not working here. They'll kill each one of us and the other girls too!"

Calli and Brialla kept silent.

"I would never let that happen." Triss interrupted, causing them to look over to her. "I will talk to your procuress and work at the brothel until it's all water under the bridge."

"And you think you can do this?" Ariari asked with doubtful voice. "Let yourself get called a whore and shagged by those very racists who want to kill you? Can you be their little slut Triss Merigold for only a handful of crowns, every single day?" As the red-haired sorceress hesitated to give a convincing answer, the elven girl shook her head in annoyance and muttered, "We are dead. So fucking dead, girls."

"No, we are not, Ariari," Brialla countered. "If we prepare her for the Madame tomorrow, teach her how to speak, sound and act like one of us, she will get the job and we'll be off the hook. There is no need for a miracle, only a little guidance, and luck. What do you say?" Triss didn't know how to react to the half-elven girl's kindness and readiness to help her. After what happened a few hours ago, she realized how good it felt to have someone on her side, and hoped that her other friends made it too. Although her world seemed to be out of joint, she wasn't broken yet and was still ready to fight till the end.

"You really are this red-haired sorceress the hunters were looking for, right?" Calli asked and looked straight into Triss' downcast eyes. She took a deep breath first before looking up and admitting, "Yes."

"And can't you just conjure and, you know, fly away or whatever you people do?" Ariari tossed in, clearly awaiting an honest explanation from her.

"Teleportation, you mean? Well, I could if this stupid thing wasn't keeping me here right now," Triss replied and raised her leg, presenting the dimeritium bracelet around her ankle. Immediately, the girls' eyes widened in shock at the sight of it. "But I would never leave Novigrad anyway. My friends are still on the run and need my help. Have to make sure they're safe."

A brief silence fell over the place as the three girls exchanged glances and then, one by one, nodded their heads. "Triss, get out of the bathtub. C'mon, we have a lot of work ahead of us," Brialla stated, as Triss grabbed the fair-haired elf's hand and hopped out. Water dripped down her slender legs as her feet touched the ground. After wrapping herself up in the silken towel, she was ready to follow the girls to the next room as something little and metallic slipped out from her pussy and bounced against the stone-flagged floor.

"What was that?" Calli wondered and turned around.

"It looks like a... key. Where is that come from?" Brialla asked and looked at Triss' blushing face.

"I know from where," Ariari chuckled and watched how the sorceress picked it up, eyebrows raising. It really was a key, ebony in color and slim like a bobby pin. It didn't belong to a door, Triss was sure. As the black key flipped between her fingers, she hit on a theory.

"What?"

"You remember when the lieutenant frisked me? He also foisted something on me," the red-haired sorceress said, making the others giggle. "Yeah, we saw how you got 'foisted'," Calli chuckled and added, "And how you spread your legs and almost climaxed at the soldier's touch. You were hornier than a fake virgin priestess of Melitele's at her first initiation ritual."

"Calli?!" Brialla nudged her.

"What? There's nothing wrong with being a little bit naughty these days!"

"Well, that's true," Triss uttered with a smile and then hopped into bed, lifting her foot with the dimeritium bracelet. "If this works now... if this IS the key for this damned shackle here, it would make my life much simpler. Improve my situation a good deal... Please, oh great Goddess, let it be." As she pushed the key into the lock and turned it, a short click echoed through the room. The bracelet's bolt shot open like clockwork, and the shackle dashed against the floor.

"It really worked... Finally, some luck," Triss beamed with joy and raised her hand to cast fire. As a bright flame kindled on her hand and lifted into the air, the other girls backed away with fear. "Oh, I'm sorry. Didn't want to scare you. That was rude of me, wasn't it?" She said and waved the magic off, asking herself why a commissioned officer of the temple guards did this for her.

"I don't like the idea that a guard knows about Triss' real identity," Ariari said, irritated and nervous.

"Doesn't matter. When the lieutenant and his friends come to hump her, she can ask him why he did it. For now, we have better things to do. Like making sure that Triss gets hired by the Madame, for instance. And that we continue living," Brialla replied and made sure the door was properly closed before turning back to the red-haired sorceress.

"Triss listen carefully. This is the plan..."
The night wasn't gentle to Triss. The images of her friends' deaths, their bursting bodies and their shocked faces when the wall of fire and force hit them, haunted her like a vindictive ghost. Blood covered her hands and face as she stood in the basement again and looked around with empty eyes. She had failed. They were all dead. Never coming back again. "It's your fault! It's your fault!" A distant voice kept shouting endlessly. The walls trembled and shattered, the floor flooded with blood and bones, and collapsed under the weight of her guilt, as everything around her twisted and turned upside down, and Triss fell headlong into a hole: her own grave. She cried, yelled and tried to climb out, but failed miserably when the walls of dirt and mud stretched up above. Her painful calls for help resounded through the eternity while her face was fixed to the darkness above her.

Then, from the far distance and in the shadows, people shrouded in dark cloaks stepped closer and made the red-haired sorceress jerk with fright. "You have killed us all, Triss. We are all dead because of you!" They blurted one after another, their faces pale as death. "I'm sorry. I didn't want to! Please, you have to believe me!" Triss yelled back with shaking voice, but no one seemed to listen. Every friend she had lost over the last months got out a shovel and began to bury her alive. It didn't take long as the red-haired sorceress' weeping and begging for mercy was brutally quashed and her limps were paralyzed below the dead ground. "I don't wanna die. Please help me!" She uttered with despair, with only her face left gazing out from the mud.

But no one came.

She was going to die. Here and now.

It was over.

Falling out of bed in terror, Triss collapsed against the cold, wooden floor while her heart hammered in her chest. Big droplets of sweat were running down her forehead as she tried to make out where she was again, looking around in haste. When Triss saw rays of sunshine gleaming through the open window, her heart made a little hop and smoothed her deep breathing, causing her fears to ease and wash away. She was alive, safe, not dead. It took time to accept that, to realize it was just a dream before she sat up, stretched out her hands and legs. The birds' beautiful twittering soaked through her body, as the red-haired sorceress headed to a bucket to wash her face, trying to get the terrible images out of her mind.

It was going to be an important day; a crucial watershed to step out of hunters' line of fire and to take up her lost friends' trail. There was no room left for doubts or fear. No alternative than being a harlot of one of the most sordid brothels in Novigrad, famous for its poor clientele and substandard working conditions. If she had ever flirted with the frivolous idea of turning tricks in a brothel, it would never have been the Massive Oak. But here she was now: vulnerable, cornered and desperate, like a common peasant's daughter selling her virginity and body just to survive, or feed her family. Or like in Triss' case to go unnoticed by her enemies' while saving her friends from Menge's deadly clutches, while getting in touch with Dijkstra again.

And how was Triss going to accomplish that?

The plan Brialla and the other girls had drowned up for her was actually quite simple. Dressed up as a servant girl suffering from miserable salary she was paid by her titled mistress, Triss had to convince the Madame to hire her. Calli also told her that there were already hundreds of young, drop-dead gorgeous girls that tried to do the same, and the Madame would send them all away. There were just too many prostitutes in Novigrad; the supply outstripping the demand. To prevent a price collapse and drop in profits, each procuress and pimp followed one, single rule: don't hire more girls than necessary. By doing this, one of the most powerful cartels of Novigrad was born.

The first time Triss heard of this, she couldn't stop her jaw dropping in amazement. Ariari added that she definitively had to come up with the audacious lie like she would be a maidservant of one of the noble families in Novigrad, and could provide the brothel with information if necessary. Otherwise, the Madame would reject her for sure. But if she got hired, Triss could use the network of prostitutes and sisters to locate her friends and contact Dijkstra.

That was the plan.

Today, everything just depended on whether Triss will become a whore or not. The three girls had already left, working the streets while wearing nothing more than a shoulderless, white blouse with deep cleavage, chestnut brown mini skirt, and ankle boots. Their sultry outfits were designed to catch every man's eye, causing their slender legs to look long and sexy, and their butts raw and ready to get spoiled whenever the customer was ready to. And, of course, the orange garter around their right thigh couldn't be missing. As a concrete sign of being on duty and ready to attract new customers, every harlot was obligated to wear it. And soon, Triss knew she had to tie such a degrading garter around her leg too, which not only made her pussy feverishly tickle, but also moisten in eagerness to get filled and stuffed with cocks.

When she asked the girls why they had to go hooking on the streets when they already worked at the brothel, they told her that the Madame forced them to work in shifts and to a schedule. Since there was a keen competition, all brothels found themselves compelled to show some presence in their own districts and back alleys. Brialla added too that the entire system was putting them under constant pressure to make more money every day. Girls who couldn't bear up against pain and stress got weeded out and fired. Those who could got a chance to work at the brothel and make a lot more money than those who were constantly condemned to hustling on the streets. And the most successful girl, the bitch who made more crowns than the next three successful girls in the line, could work there regularly and got her own dwelling. An accolade for every whore in Novigrad.

After pushing shameful thoughts aside, Triss put on the modest servant's dress Calli had arranged and wrapped a cloak tightly around herself to conceal her exposed tits. Wearing a dress taken from someone who was obviously smaller than her, the garment could not properly cover her breasts and left generous portions on full display. Ignoring the fact, Triss just checked out her famous hairstyle and makeup in the mirror before leaving the building through the back door.

It was a beautiful morning. The sun was still rising in the far distance as she headed off. It would only be a short journey, circling around the wooden, unimpressive-looking building and to enter again, this time through the main door. At the edge of the road, some drunkards were sleeping off when Triss turned around the next corner. Then, even as she went to walk around the next one, she saw a checkpoint of the temple guards. Handful guards were checking people's identification papers, not letting someone pass without one. This was another thing Triss had to get for herself.

Moving along, more and more street harlots filled her view and attracted her attention. The girls were touting for potential patrons' affection. When she passed them, their sneer and giggling leaped out at her. They were mocking her for the outfit Triss was sure. "Just wait till I'm in the running. You'll soon be laughing out of the other side of your faces, bitches!" Triss thought and sneered back at them, then had to laugh at herself. It seemed that she had already adapted herself too fast to the idea of becoming the next harlot around here. Some seconds later, the nervous sorceress finally made it to the entrance with a simple sign of a big oak surrounded by cloverleaf above it, just as two drunk witch hunters stepped outside the building and almost fell into the moist mud before them.

Surprisingly, the red-haired sorceress made her way to The Massive Oak without incident, and entered the lecherous house, the smell of smoke and liquor, sweat and sex filling the room as the fussing noise of the dwellers deafened her ears. The building itself was a large establishment with a rowdy tavern on the first floor and numerous rooms on two upper levels. Triss was impressed by its good state, especially here at the port of Novigrad. Honestly, it was large enough for someone to get lost in, and that meant it would be more likely to take on a new girl with such short notice.

Triss' eyebrows arched in amazement. There was a stage on the far side of the room, with a dozen girls parading around, calling out to the patrons and trying to entice customers. The room itself was crowded with soldiers and hunters, at least fifty of them at the bar and at the tables in front of the stage. There were probably even more of them upstairs with some girls right now. Just next to the stage, an older woman stood guard over the stairs leading to the upper levels.

Guessing she was the Madame, Triss barged her way through the men, blushing as some groped her, smacking her pert, round butt or squeezing a handful of her tit flesh. Triss' heart raced, pounding furiously as she reached the end of her misgivings, and the beginning of her most feared fantasy. And she knew too well that the touch of these men was just foreplay before the main event, but she was already soaked beneath the linen servant's dress.

"Good morning, Madame," Triss muttered and opened her cloak, presenting her large tits to the older woman, the tightly cinched dress keeping them held aloft. "I wanted to ask you whether... whether you could need another girl?"

The Madame looked over Triss approvingly, knowing that her endowments, juvenile body, carrot red hair and ravishing, curvy beauty would make her immensely popular in no time. "I'm actually not the Madame here, darling. Just deputize for her until she comes back again. But you can talk to me as well. It's just the Madame who decides at the end... My name's Gabrielle, by the way."

Triss bit her lip, getting extremely nervous because of change of plan. "Um, alright. Err, I'm Scarlett and working as a maidservant for a noble family here in Novigrad. But the pay isn't enough anymore to make ends meet. I really need the money."

"A noble family, you say. Good to know. And you have such a luscious body, and those tits... you would make it far, that's for sure," Gabrielle smiled at the sorceress, reaching forward the brush her thumb over Triss' hard nipple, giving it a soft flick before tugging the neckline of the dress down to let her tit fall out. The redhead gasped as her breast became exposed, a rush of pleasure at the exposure rippling through her. Some of the men standing nearby hooted and cheered. The sorceress felt their eyes on her, and her pussy gushed further with the thought that they would soon be lining up for the chance to fuck her. Her thighs slid together as she gripped the skirt of her dress, knuckles going white as she clutched the fabric around her fingers.

"Ohh you're so sweet, and so innocent. Very well, darling, I'll give you a chance to prove yourself. There's just one more thing. Have you already thought about your alias? It's important and you should choose it wisely."

After looking left and right, Triss tilted her head and said softly, "Triss, Triss Merigold of Maribor."

Gabrielle's eyes widened. "Wow, that's... that's... brilliant. The resemblance is incredible. You really look like that red-haired sorceress from the wanted posters. Why didn't I see it? Two bun hairstyle, the makeup, and the similar features. You really thought through. And more importantly, there are so many people burning with anger who would love to spend time with a treacherous sorceress, even she's just an imitation. Alright, Triss, I think I can get you started right away." Turning toward the men who were eagerly watching, she raised her voice above the din of the crowd. "Who wants a piece of my new girl here? Who wants to fuck sorceress Triss Merigold of Maribor?!"

A massive roar was the answer and a line of men began to form. "But first we need to make sure she's worthy of Massive Oak's charm and soul, don't we?"

The men laughed in response, cheering and egging Gabrielle on. Triss stood frozen under the attention of all the men. When the old woman pushed her against the wall and began lifting up her skirt, she groaned softly and spread her legs. Gabrielle lifted the skirt of the dress above Triss' waist to expose her pussy, snickered as she pressed her fingers against the red-haired sorceress' folds. "Wet already! She's eager for it boys! And she looks clean enough, so I don't see any reason to hold this up any longer!" The elder woman released Triss' dress, letting it slide back into place then wiped her fingers on Triss' face with a smirk. Finally, she directed Triss up the stairs, giving her perky bottom a hard smack to send her on her way.

As the red-haired sorceress rushed up the steps, she heard Gabrielle call after her to turn left and take the fifth room on the right. Making her way down the hall, Triss glanced through the doorways on her way to the assigned room. Each chamber had only a hanging strip of cloth to offer privacy to the clients, and they did not always conceal the rooms entirely. The princess could hear moans and slapping coming from inside, sending another quiver of excitement through her.

Triss entered her room, leaving the curtain slightly open. Immediately, her trembling fingers fumbled to undo the ties holding her dress closed, but they soon parted, allowing the servant's dress to fall off her body and pool at her ankles. The red-haired sorceress wore nothing beneath it, adding to the perverse thrill of her current situation. She licked her lips over and over again as she waited, eagerly looking out the doorway. Her hand fell to her pussy, gingerly running over it, marveling at how wet she was while trying to handle the tension pulsing through her.

As Triss brought her fingers up to examine the moistness, her first client entered the room, yanking the curtain closed behind him. The man looked at the moisture glistening off her fingers in the candlelight and smiled. "Ready for me, sorceress whore? Eager and waitin' for the fuckin' I'm gonna give ye?"

The man was large, unshaven and unkempt; a witch hunter through and through. But that didn't matter to Triss. All that mattered was to get fucked and hired by the Madame so she could save her friends. "You guessed it, Sir. This little sorceress needs to get punished really bad... come here and let me see that fat cock!" Triss sputtered out the words, trying to talk like the girls she heard below in the tavern. The man advanced with a grin, reaching out to the sorceress. "Lemme see those titties..." He squeezed Triss' melons, his rough, calloused palms rubbing against her hard, sensitive nipples.

"Ah, yes. Please," Triss shivered as the hunter's hands groped her breasts, the coarseness only turning her on more. The man was most probably a cold-blooded murderer, a rapist, and an enemy, and he was about to fuck the bombshell sorceress of the former Lodge, even if he didn't know it. The thought intoxicated Triss, and she reached out to him, feeling his biceps, rubbing and massaging the bulging muscles. He leaned in, pressing his face between Triss' large bosoms, then kissed and nibbled his way to her nipple. His hot, wet tongue lapped and slid against it, teasing the sensitive nub as she panted in his arms.

"Fuck you got nice tits, bitch. Much bigger than in those posters." The man's hands gripped them tightly, sending a jolt of pain rushing through Triss. He then pressed them to his face as he nibbled at the red-haired sorceress' cleavage. The man's whiskers scraped at Triss' soft skin, but it didn't stop her from leaning back and pressing her chest firmly into the customer's face. As she leaned backward, she also thrust her hips forward, rubbing her pussy against the witch hunter's thigh.

"Hey watch it sorceress whore, I don't need your cunt juices soaking my uniform," the man shouted and released Triss, pushing her back onto the bed. "But if yer that eager ta get fucked, I think I can oblige ya... spread your legs and lemme see that famous sorceress pussy of yers..."

Eagerly, Triss lifted her knees and spread her legs, putting her pussy on display for a man. This witch hunter was the first man to see her pussy in six months, and the thought drove her wild. What would Geralt think if he knew about this? What would he say if he knew that she sold her herself and body to her greatest enemy? What she did to find and save her friends? Triss pushed her misgivings aside and leered hungrily at the man as he opened his pants and fished out his stiff cock. The redhead didn't know if it was bigger or smaller than normal, though it looked fat and much longer than Geralt's. That's for sure. And she also knew that she was about to get plowed by a total stranger; an unknown commoner in a brothel.

As Triss reached between her legs to pry her labia apart and let the man see her pink folds, the client groaned and his cock twitched at the lewd, erotic sight. Climbing atop Triss, he guided his cock to those folds and began rubbing his cockhead against the moist nether lips. The touch of the hot cock made the sorceress jump and gasp, sending near orgasmic tremors through her body, which had been neglected for too long already. The man was quick to coat his cock in her juices, and before she had time to think, slammed his cock hard and deep into the sorceress' snatch.

"Aah... Aaaahhhh... Fuck me, Sir." Triss moaned as the cock filled her tight pussy. She grabbed onto the man's shoulders to steady herself as he began banging away inside her. The friction of his throbbing shaft rubbing her sensitive inner walls made her feel alive, beloved of the goddess as if for the first time. A sexy, sensual pressure compressed her chest as her heart raced in excitement. This was better than Triss expected. Better than she imagined possible. Her hips moved of their own accord, thrusting into the man's cock, matching his own movements as she eagerly fucked him back.

"Fuck Merigold... yer tight for a whore... so fucking tight... fuck..." The witch hunter grunted in satisfaction, slamming his hips wantonly into the sorceress, while the bed was squeaking and being almost thrown out of joint. The wet sounds of his hips slapping against Triss' naked body filled the small room, and soon their own moans mingled with the rest of those in the brothel. "Ah... ah yess... fuck me harder... slam your big, fat dick inside me. Make me your sorceress bitch!" Triss cried out louder and louder. The witch hunter was not even particularly big, or skilled, but the feeling of having someone banging the shit out of her amplified everything for her, giving her great pleasure for the first time in a long while.

The man came close to cumming, riding the edge of his climax. Not wanting to cum too soon, he slowed down and then stopped after a moment. "Turn around sorceress, I wanna see that famous ass of yers when I fuck ya!" Triss whined as the fucking stopped, then quickly turned around and rose onto all fours, shaking her ass at the witch hunter as her thighs spread, pussy juices running down to the floor. The man spanked her ass hard, then gripped it to hold it in place as he pushed his cock inside her once more.

"Oh shit arrrrgghh, fuuuck!" Triss gritted her teeth, the heavy smack caught her attention, making her gasp and then groan in delight as the cock slammed into her once more, stretching her tight walls around the girth. Her stung ass glowed red, though she continued to buck it back into her client. Her hips swayed from side to side, grinding back into the cock as she squeezed it inside her, trying to trap it within her vaginal folds. "Shit yeah. That's it fucking Merigold... that's so fucking good... what a whore you really are... we all knew it... don't stop, you useless sorceress cumdumpster!" The normally refined sorceress cried out eagerly for the fucking.

The witch hunter obliged her willingly, his hips becoming a blur as he thrust faster and harder. "Screw Geralt and his feelings," Triss thought. "He can go and jump in the lake! I don't need him anymore!" The man's hands groped and kneaded her tight, pert backside, squeezing the cheeks together as he rutted with Triss. "Aaaaah fuuuck!" The man groaned loudly and whipped his cock out of Triss' gaping pussy, cumming hard and sending long sticky ropes of cum spewing over her back, tangling in her hair and painting her ass with the hot seed.

As the cum splattered down on her, the last coherent thought she had was that she never even got the witch hunter's name. Triss climaxed wildly, crying out in pleasure as waves of ecstasy exploded out from her loins through the rest of her body, making her tense and convulse as she rode the crest of the orgasm. The pleasure - the wicked, naughty, decadence of her actions - overwhelmed the red-haired sorceress and she collapsed on the fluffy bed, passing out from the overwhelming experience.

"Ah sooo goood," Triss muttered in delight, coming to moments later to find another man already atop her. Her eyes flickered open to look up at the next man between her legs, which were bent up to her shoulders. The new man, a temple guard this time, leaned on the backs of her thighs, holding her down as he pounded away into her already wet snatch. His rhythmic thrusting into her already stimulated cunt triggered another climax, and then another as the cascade of pleasure inflamed her sultry body. Soon that guard came too, spilling his seething seed over her breasts and belly. Then another client entered the room, and after him, another. Hours passed as Triss constantly serviced the patrons of the Massive Oak. Witch hunter, temple guard or sailor, it didn't matter. As long as Triss was lying on the bed, she was on duty and ready to get her holes plugged with rigid cocks.

And at the end of her first shift, she found herself on all fours, with a tattooed muscleman pumping into her from behind. Triss' muscles ached, but she continued to flex and push against the probing cock, fucking it back as it slammed into her. Her whole body was sore from a shift of frantic fucking, but the pleasure released from countless climaxes numbed it somewhat. The sailor fucking her reached forward with one hand, taking a firm grip of Triss' soft, red hair and pulled it back, forcing her to look up at the ceiling. He continued to tug, pulling her back into his cock as he slammed it inside over and over. Each thrust caused the previous loads of cum to ooze and spurt out of her, soaking into the sheets of the bed beneath her.

Triss' hands clawed and gripped at the covers as she tried to brace herself. The sailor's other hand began to smack down on her exposed, raised ass, turning her cheek a bright red from the abuse. The combination of the smacks on her bottom, the tugging of her hair, and the constant rubbing of the cock inside her drove the sorceress over the edge and she shuddered violently in the climax. "Aaaahhh, destroy me!" She hissed in heat before her vision returned and her mind cleared, and the man pulled out of her and shot his load, hitting the back of her head and soaking into the stretched out hair. The tattooed muscleman then released her, fixed his pants, and left the room.

The red-haired sorceress collapsed back onto the bed, sprawling out. Each successive man had added to the semen coating her body, leaving her caked in the sperm. It covered her breasts and her belly, her thighs and ass and back. It filled her pussy and dripped down her inner thighs. The lucky patrons fucked her in every position she could imagine and a few she never heard of, made Triss came more than she ever had before. Each climax was a stronger, more powerful than any she had experienced before that day, even with Geralt. As she basked in the aftermath, wallowing in the thick scent of sex permeating the room, Gabrielle returned with a female halfling next to her.

"There she is, Madame. Quite a talented little slut. Fucked twelve guys without batting an eye and even broke the old record. You should engage her if you ask me," Gabrielle uttered with a smile, and left the room again.

The halfling woman had an angularly shaped nose and a long scar going through her face. Her left eye was white, the right black as a raven. The tattoos on her arms reached up to her ears. The Madame looked terrifying, her gaze serious. "Well they certainly did a number on you, didn't they, dearie?" She said as she looked at the exhausted sorceress who was sprawled out on the bed, with some amusement. Triss sat up and reached to pull the thin cloth that served as a blanket over her body. "Don't you worry about that, it's nothing I haven't seen before is it?"

"I guess you're right, Madame," Triss smiled shyly and lifted her arm to her forehead, and wiped off the sweat glistening on her skin, pushing the blanket away again. "Have to get accustomed to it... if you decide to keep me here, of course."

"That depends on many things, Scarlett. Wasn't it? First of all, big congratulations on passing the first test. The old record was nine. The minimum number was actually three, but most wannabe whores give up after the second customer. So, you have surpassed all expectations, sweetheart. Well done," the Madame uttered, then chuckled as she entered the room and sat on the foot of the bed. "The idea of assuming the name of one the most hated and wanted sorceress in Novigrad was also brilliant. A masterstroke."

"Thanks. Does that mean that I can work here from now on?" Triss asked with hopeful eyes.

"No."

"No?" Triss countered, surprised and baffled. "Why?"

"Because you lied to Gabrielle about your real name, about your background story, just about anything," the halfling woman stated while looking into the sorceress' eyes. "Isn't that right, Triss?"

It dawned on the red-haired sorceress, as she bit her lower lip and asked, "Yes. How did I slip up?"

"It was quite plain. Your clean hands, your perfect pronunciation, your compelling story, your expensive makeup, your medallion, your clothes... Shall I continue?" The Madame stated and moved closer. "Your entire identity is made of a storybook for future prostitutes in Novigrad. Each individual part of it makes sense but fails miserably in its entirety. Gabrielle saw through you right when you stepped in. You're totally fake, my love. And only your outstanding performance here is keeping me from choking you to death." Triss could sense the seriousness of her words through her deep, firm voice. The female halfling had strong, muscular upper arms. If she didn't hear Gabrielle calling her Madame, she would have thought she was a man. "You really are Triss Merigold of Maribor, am I right?"

"Yes, Madame," Triss pouted and swallowed. "Are you going to call the guards now?

"Certainly not. It won't help anyone. And the bounty of ten thousand crowns is not worth mentioning. I make two times as much in three weeks," she explained. "And guess you're not here for money, either."

"To be honest, I'm looking for my friends. We got separated when the Witch Hunters and Temple Guards attacked us. I have to find them at any cost - assuming they're still on the run and not taken captive."

"They are not," the Madame tossed in. "If they were, fucking Menge would have already blared it like a virgin bitch selling her innocence. No, dearie. Your friends are still out there. I'm very sure about it."

"Brialla and the others said..."

"So, those little chickens helped you with all this? When I get my hands on them... They can't help you, Triss. Not as fast as you need. The network of prostitutes doesn't work that way, and your friends are actual mages and sorceress I presume? How many are they?"

"Ten, maybe eleven. Mostly women and at least two men. Why?"

"Although the network is powerful, yes, its efficiency basically depends on two factors; the people's social standard and the price on their heads. Or in other words, no whore from here to Hierarch's castle would risk her life, put her head on the block and tell you where they are, for free," the halfling woman stated. "If you really want to find them, you have to spend money. A lot of money."

"But I've got no money. Not here at least... But I know someone who has a lot. Do you know Sigi Reuven?"

"Dijkstra?" the Madame snorted disdainfully. "Good luck, girl. If you entrust your and all your friends' lives to that Redanian fat ass, you are fucked as hell. Just kill yourself here and now; it's better that way."

"You know him?" Triss asked, surprised and shocked at the same time.

"Of course, dearie. If you wanna work in the prostitution business, you don't have the luxury to not know him. As one of the major four gang bosses, he's unfortunately 'too big' to be ignored, if you know what I mean... Wait. Don't tell me you gave your hard-earned money to that asshole."

The red-haired sorceress slowly nodded her head, cheeks blushing.

"Girl are you mad? What did they teach you at Aretusa? Getting fucked and fisted for free? Why did you do that?"

"Because he said it would be the right thing to do..." Triss countered and recognized how stupid she sounded.

The Madame clapped herself on the head. "Girl, arrgh I would slap you in the face if you weren't in a pinch already... Arrgh, anyway... Let's move forward and forget your stupidity for a moment. I have a proposal for you, a chance of a lifetime, so listen carefully."

After the halfling woman sat up and closed the open window, she got a chair and placed it right across the red-haired sorceress. "You are fucked. That's obvious. But you just need someone to help you to get back on your feet again. And I will be that idiot, alright? I..." She pointed a finger at her chest. "I will move heaven and earth to find your friends and to rescue them. I will contact fat ass Dijkstra and arrange a meeting with him. I will let you stay here. I will even issue the identification papers, so you're able to move around freely. But all these things will cost you a lot of money, and there's no place for slackers in my business. As long as you work here, I will help and protect you. So, YOU..." Her finger pointed at Triss' chest now. "YOU Triss, you will pay back your debt in full measure. You will be not treated differently, which means you have to start turning tricks like every girl under my roof and always follow my instructions as if they were God-given. If you get lazy and perform poorly, I will throw you out. If you ever lie to me, I will cut your throat and sell your body to the next organ dealer that passes by. It's that simple. Do you agree to these terms?"

Triss didn't need a moment to think her options through and nodded in approval. "Yes, Madame."

"Good. Do you trust me?" The Madame asked, looking straight into her eyes.

"Yes, of course- ouch!" Triss shouted and suffered a soft blow to the head. "Idiot, no! You shouldn't trust me or anyone else in this godforsaken city. Only yourself. Always. sorceresses... no wonder you're all fucked... just victims as always..." The tattooed halfling hissed while shaking her head. "Then wiggle your butt downstairs to Gabrielle and get prepared. C'mon! Hop hop! Time is money, and we both know that goes double for you from now on!"

"Yes, Madame."

"And stop calling me that. My name's Cinia. Just Cinia. Only the customers call me 'Madame'. Now get up!"
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