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The roof had leaked for ages. Though outside of the rainy spring season, it wasn’t much of a bother for the young Mouse. She had hardly time and money to fix it. Lena simply accepted that spring entailed a wet floor in her tiny shack. The loamy ground in her home that bore imprints of her naked feet testified to that. \n\nStill early, the port quarter of the city woke up slowly, if at all. On this gloomy day, unexpectedly, someone knocked on her door. Reluctantly Lena opened the door and stared at a crotch. While her eyes wandered up, her brain put together: —strong—tall—handsome—male—Lion—rich. Rich? No one with money would ever get lost in this part of town! \n\nWhile worrisome, his demeanor didn’t telegraph any ill intent. His fancy clothing was well hidden beneath his grey linen cloak. Four guards stood on the other side of the mud road, presumably to appear less threatening to the Mouse, and were equally hidden under grey linen. Unless observed straight on as Lena could do from the doorframe, no one would suspect a rich person under those capes. Neither had he knocked in an aggressive manner, like a city guard would have done. And even now, he patiently waited in the rain until Lena said something. \n\nEventually, the Lion cleared his throat while smiling at Lena. Only then the Mouse realized she had just stared at the gentleman for a minute.\n\n“Oh, uhm, forgive, come in, good sir, come in.” Lena stammered. “A customer visiting at home? Especially such a rich one? No, that can’t be—too unusual. What did he want?” she thought.\n\n“Thank you kindly, madame.” He entered. Lena waited a few moments but closed the door as none of the Lion’s guards moved. Neither the man, now inside, nor his entourage, still outside, complained. \n\n“Uh, have a seat, sir” The offered chair scratched over the floor as Lena hastily positioned it for better access. \n\nSeated, he began to speak with a deep but gentle voice. “May I introduce myself? I’m Mr. Rufus Beck, and I serve Lord Mechenhard as—how to say it—the fulfiller of his secret wishes. But before I go on, may I also ask you for your introduction? Just to make sure I stumbled into the place I sought to find. Houses in this part of the city are easy to confuse with each other.”\n\nLena wondered if anyone else ever called the impoverished dwellings in the port quarter Houses. She certainly wouldn’t call her wet one-room shack a House. It barely qualified as home! \n\n“Oh, of course, forgive, Sir! My name is Lena, and I’m—well—a whore.” her breath hastened. “In no world was I the one he searched for. What would he want with a cheap Mouse whore from the streets, after all? At best, things are becoming awkward. At worst, he’s going to lash out at me. There is not much of the law that stands between a nobleman and a cheap whore.” she thought.\n\n “I—I’m sorry, I suppose this might be the wrong dwelling after all. But if you describe who you’re searching for, I might be able to help?” She preemptively attempted to appease the Lion.\n\nRufus smiled gently at the unnerved Mouse. “Thank you kindly; I searched for a prostitute named Lena, who I was told is a Mouse. I also assure you I mean you no harm. Rather I have an offer that I hope you’ll find exciting.”\n\nIt might have been his pleasant voice or honest smile, but the young Mouse trusted this Lion’s words. It didn’t clear her confusion. Brothels for the rich folk with highly skilled and beautiful courtesans existed. With girls that were capable of acting like the noblemen they served. Lena knew she could make a sailor happy. But in a noble’s manor, she would be as out of place as a fish in the desert.\n\n“An offer?” she asked reluctantly but with distinct curiosity.\n\n“An offer indeed! Yet I may warn you that what we discuss must stay between us! No word to any soul! It’s not in my nature to threaten or harm a young girl. But disobedience in that regard will have dire consequences. Forgive those unveiled threats, but I need you to understand! This would be your last opportunity if you want to bail out and label this as a weird encounter on a rainy day. But if you’re brave enough to continue, I promise it will be worth your time!”\n\nThe Mouse inhaled sharply. Dealing with nobles was scary. One of the few upsides of living in a poor area was that nobles avoided it. Even without those threats, Lena knew she entered dangerous waters by agreeing to anything.\n\nBut a poor whore from the port doesn’t get many opportunities to make good money. Usually, there are no opportunities. She couldn’t pass this up. She knew that, and so did Rufus. Make his master cum, play along in whatever he wants, and get a week’s pay. “Yes, that sounds great!” she thought. \n\n“I understand, Sir!” she said. “I’m at your disposal.”\n\n“Good, then may I ask you to disrobe, madame.”\n\nLena was perplexed since she thought his noble master was her customer, not the Lion. Not that she minded. Rufus was a beautiful man. She was used to working in the streets. And usually, the Mouse never accepted customers in her home. A principle partly born out of shame for her pathetic shack. In this case, making an exception wasn’t a hurdle, though, with him already standing here and so much money on the line. After hesitating shortly, the Mouse unfastened the cords on the shoulders. Like water, the dress slid down her petite frame, revealing a beautiful Mouse body. Strong legs, wide hips, thin but muscular belly, and ample breasts for a 4.5 ft Mouse. \n\nAdvancing toward the Lion with swaying hips and a lascivious gaze, he raised his hand to stop. Rufus noticed Lena’s confused expression.\n\n“I apologize for the misunderstanding. But I will not be your customer. But it is required that I—forgive the bluntness—inspect what I acquire for my master.”\n\nLena’s cheeks burned from embarrassment. A foreign reaction to her, since having worked as a whore and worse for many years, dignity was an alien concept to her. Nonetheless, the Mouse couldn’t help it. Not just what was about to happen ashamed her, but more so that this handsome Lion performed it. Most people treated her like dirt, simply for what she did to earn her coin. Rufus, though, employed respect towards her. An alien concept for the Mouse, given her tough life thus far.\n\nRufus weighed her ample breasts in his large hands. Lena inhaled sharply. Being touched there by him—she wanted to moan like a slutty bitch in heat. Though, the young Mouse resisted the urge with all her willpower. She didn’t want to sink even lower in the eyes of Rufus. Next, the Lion pulled up her eyelids and thoroughly examined her eyes. The trembling Mouse entered another low point on her shame-meter when Rufus’s middle finger probed her vagina while his thumb and index finger pushed her labia aside. The same action was performed on her ass afterward—the shame-meter went up another notch, to Lena’s surprise, since she thought she had already surpassed the upper limit. \n\nWith the most embarrassing body parts out of the way, he next moved his hands through her hair and fur. Far more agreeable touches to Lena. Even though Rufus still showed the same methodical and professional approach in this awkward examination. He kneaded and stretched her hand and fingers and followed up by doing the same with her feet. Rufus seemed indifferent that they were muddy from the wet floor. Unlike the Lion, Lena was too poor to have ever worn or owned shoes. \n\nHer tail ran through his hands as he explored its smooth skin. Lastly, he pushed the Mouse’s mouth open to inspect her teeth and tongue. Lena, by now, had a lot of sympathy for the horses sold on the market. Though, the inspection she had to go through was considerably more thorough, and on second thought, she doubted a Horse would be as ashamed as her. The whole process was so degrading!\n\nAfter the exhausting checkup, Rufus spoke: “Forgive this procedure, madame. While I had little doubt that you were aesthetically up for the job, I had to ensure that you were equally healthy! I’m dearly sorry to have you put through this.” \n\nUnfortunately, Rufus raised his hand to stop Lena as she sought to get back into her dress and forget the shameful scene. “I apologize again, but I require you to be undressed for a bit longer. Don’t worry. There won’t be any further probing, and you will understand soon. You might want to sit down while I explain the job, Lena.” Rufus shuffled a chair toward the Mouse for her to sit down. Since, as anything Rufus did, it didn’t seem like a suggestion but a command, Lena’s bare asscheeks quickly made contact with the crude wood of the chair. She knew better than to piss off someone more powerful than herself, and that aside, she would be heartbroken to anger such a handsome Lion.\n\n“Now, madame, the situation is the following. In autumn, my Lord will have the inauguration ceremony that declares him as the sole heir of his father’s titles. This ceremony traditionally follows a lavish festivity with the young master’s closest friends, or whom he thinks are his friends, might be more precise. Frankly, in noble circles, this means a large—and I can hardly use a different word—debauched party.”\n\nRufus paused. This sounded not too bad to Lena. What could it mean? She dances naked on the tables and sucks some cocky’s noble cock? “Count me in,” she thought. She did worse for presumably less money.\n\n“My Lord had an unusual—quite strange—request for the entertainment centerpiece.” \n\nShe brushed with her hand through her chest fur while deep in her thoughts about what she might have to do. It didn’t appear to be particularly hard-earned money. Some nobles probably got a thrill from fucking a tough, rough-edged, cheap port whore like her. Instead of an elegant beauty from the brothels. The Mouse couldn’t hide a smile of excitement, which the Lion noticed.\n\n“While I’m rarely short of words, in this case, I must admit, the only way to explain it is the most direct one. My apologies in advance as the following will be, as I said, unusual. Yet I assure you, it will pay handsomely. No copper coins, no silver coins— but gold coins!”\n\nLena’s hands dropped in surprise, revealing her bare breasts after hiding them behind her arms. “Gold?” she thought. “I have never seen a single Gold coin in my life! “Two coppers for a suck, three for a fuck!” that’s the catchphrase.” \n\nShe hid a single silver coin under her mattress, representing the largest amount of money she had ever possessed. It took her years to save up that much. When Rufus suddenly started to laugh heartily, Lena realized she must have stared at him with big Mouse eyes while in thought.\n\n“It appears I got your attention, madame. Now for the task—you better grab the table to not fall from the chair,” he kept laughing. “Alright, my Lord wishes for a particular Mouse to be kept in strict chastity until the festivities start. Said Mouse is to drink an herbal tea once daily to put her into heat. To ensure you comprehend, you’ll be almost mad and mindless with lust when the day of the festivity arrives. And there is no bailout!”\n\nLena inhaled sharply. That sounded, indeed, quite bananas. And the money appeared suddenly much harder to earn than she thought initially. But then it was much more than anticipated as well. “Gold! Lena! Gold! He didn’t say how much, but even one gold coin would be worth the ordeal! “the thoughts echoed through her mind. Rufus waited momentarily and watched Lena’s expression switch from excited to worried forth and back.\n\n“When the day arrives, you will be brought on stage, the belt removed, and you start masturbating. That’s the gist of it. My master’s idea was that you squeak and cum the whole evening. Given the conditions, this should be inevitable and not pose a challenge. So, Lena, if that sounds crazy to you, we are already two. But that is my Lord’s wish, and it’s not my task to ridicule them. You’ll be paid 25 coins in Gold. Given the usual rates for prostitutes in the port quarter, this should be an agreeable payment for six months of work. Albeit unpleasant work.”\n\nLena’s nails scratched over the table as her world turned upside down. Her body hit the floor as the chair fell over. “25 Gold coins? That would last me for years! No! For my whole life!” she thought while her head spun. “So much money!” with a dumb smile, she stared at the ceiling. Drips of water hit her face, but she barely noticed and cared even less. \n\n“Madame Lena, is everything alright?”\n\nSlowly Lena’s thoughts returned to normal. The Mouse hardly believed what she had heard. Twenty-five gold coins signified wealth beyond measure. Even if she had reached the ripe age of 60—more than unlikely for an impoverished whore—she would not have earned that much money during her whole life. \n\nLena stood up awkwardly and asked: “Oh, yes, of course, sir, I just—25 Gold coins? Really!?”\n\nHe laughed heartily: “I take that you approve of the job and its conditions?”\n\n“Most certainly, sir, but—uhhhm—I don’t want to be insolent—but—it doesn’t sound—like–I can’t work while wearing the chastity and—with that tea.”\n\n“Don’t worry about that, Lena. You’ll receive an interim payment regularly. Sufficient to cover your current humble lifestyle. Additionally, you’ll receive a Gold coin every two weeks. Naturally, I don’t want you to think I play you, madame. When the festivities arrive, you’ll have earned half the payment. The other I’ll hand over after a satisfying performance. When we put that belt around your waist, and you drink the first cup, I’ll make good on that promise and hand over the first gold coin. Further, some copper coins which will last you until we meet once more. \n\nLena watched him with big eyes and nodded. Still in utter disbelief. For what she had to do and what she got out of it. On the one hand, she will be rich. Actually rich! On the other hand, what she had to do for it didn’t scare her nor collided with her beliefs or morals. She hadn’t much of either, regardless. No, what was expected from her was just so—bizarre. \n\n“Now, with that out of the way.” Rufus snipped his finger, and moments later, a soaking wet guard entered, a thick metal chastity belt in his hands. “Alright, have your coin while we fit that piece of equipment.” As he said that, he tossed the promised Gold coin.\n\nLena barely caught the coin, her hands shaking as adrenaline rushed through her body. If anyone had told her the ludicrous turn her life would take just an hour ago, she would have ridiculed that person. \n\nAnd now—a gold coin in her hands. A real one, no doubt. The young Mouse stared at it in disbelief. A whore like her never saw, let alone touched, a thing so valuable. Yet it was hers. She owned this piece of metal that represented a new start, a new life. \n\nWhen the cold steel hit her nethers, she inhaled sharply. Lena hadn’t noticed the guard approaching and fitting the device on. “Right,” she thought, “some small hurdle to get over before dreams of a new beginning could materialize.” “Click, click,” and locked was the belt. The guard handed the key to the Lion and went back outside. \n\nThe sensation the cold contraption caused on her sensitive area was alien to the Mouse. The tightly fitting metal pressed against her labia and clitoris. With every movement, her skin rubbed slightly, albeit not painfully, on the steel, which slowly synchronized with her body temperature. Alarmed, Lena noticed that she had gotten wet. She hadn’t even drunk that strange tea Rufus had talked about! \n\nThough, neither had she reached a climax for several weeks. Her job was to make her customers cum. She rarely got off by it. Sometimes she masturbated at home—when she wasn’t too tired after work. Regret hit the Mouse that she hadn’t thought to ask Rufus if she could rub one out before this ordeal. She’d done it in front of him if he’d wanted. This would have been barely another drop into the large embarrassment barrel she had filled to the brim in the past hour. \n\n“You may now get dressed, madame Lena. And would you be so kind as to boil some water? I have the herbs for your first cup of tea with me.”\n\nLena’s comfort level rose significantly with the dress back on her body. Of course, hundreds of males have seen her body, an inevitability for a whore. Besides, Lena never was ashamed to show her assets. The Mouse knew her beauty well. Yet, this particular situation had been even for a shameless whore, awkward at best. \n\nAnd while the metal beneath her clothes posed a steady reminder, communicating with Rufus presented itself more comfortably. Thus Lena asked: “Uhm, what I wanted to ask you, Mister, if I’m permitted, I—why me?”\n\nDeep in thought for a moment, Rufus answered after breathing a sigh. “At times, my Lord wanders out at night to places one of his standings doesn’t belong. Though, it is not mine to criticize or scold him for this behavior.” \n\nThe Lion sighed once more. “However, several months back, he spent another night incognito in a shabby port tavern. As the young Lord told me in private on his way home late at night, he heard the sweetest sound from one of the back alleys. When my curious master peeked into the pathway, he saw a beautiful Mouse prostitute squeaking while serving a filthy Horse sailor. Ever since, my young Lord put it into his head that he wants those squeaks during the festivities. Maybe he finds them amusing, or he likes your sound. I do not know.”\n\nLena remembered the occasion. The Horse fucked her in the back alley. No one takes a room for a cheap port whore. She simply lifts her dress up, bends forward, and after a few thrusts, coins change hands while cum drips down her legs. Simple and gross. So was her life. \n\nUsually, she forgets about her customers quickly. They were a job, one she didn’t enjoy, so erasing the filth that touches her from memory served her well. Though, this encounter was different. For once, she rarely takes big species like Horses as customers. Taking them hurts too much, and she always was scared that she would get injured and couldn’t work for a while. Yet he paid double, and she accepted. An action Lena did regret immediately. Taking the fat cock in her small Mouse hole hurt hellishly. And the Horse wasn’t gentle. He hammered her quick, fast, and deep. Fortunately, she survived the ordeal unharmed. Ignoring the dull pain that accompanied her for a couple of days. \n\nThe other detail she recalled vividly about this particular night was the shadow that observed them. Although she does her business on the street, it wasn’t custom to peek. Not out of decency, but most sailors solved disputes with their fists. Being watched while fucking a whore counted as an offense to most, no doubt. Fortunately for the young noble that Horse didn’t notice him. Lena did but kept it for herself. It hardly bothered her. Aside she couldn’t recognize much, just a shady figure at the far end of the alley. She never thought this peeping tom was a noble who would turn her life upside down. \n\nHer moans amusement to a nobleman. Lena’s prejudices toward the nobility seemed confirmed. While the prospect humiliated her, with the Gold at hand, Lena had little qualms about her task. A night of shame and then a life of prosperity. A deal too good to be true. And yet here she was. She once again looked at the Gold in her hand. More riches than she could have ever dreamt of. And more to come. \n\n“But, wouldn’t it be—I don’t know—bad for him if some cheap harbor whore is present at the festivities.”\n\n“Very Bad indeed, madame Lena. One of your stands doesn’t belong in a noble’s palace. It would be scandalous. Forgive the harsh words. I don’t desire to disrespect such a beauty. Yet his peers would hardly welcome your person on the festivities.”\n\nRufus paused for a moment. “That’s why I require you to be absolutely silent about this job. Not a single word or hint to anyone! I hope you understand this, madame Lena. I detest threatening a fair lady like you, but the consequences would be dire if your tongue should ever slip. \n\nThe Mouse inhaled sharply and nodded. Fully aware no one would shed a tear for a cheap harbor whore. In fact, not a single soul would even notice if she went missing—a few rumors for a week. But no one would actually bother searching for her.\n\n“My apologies for this blatant threat. Seeing you harmed would be no joy, so I must also demand that you hide your newfound wealth. Until the job is done, you will live your normal life. I assume you also serve customers with your mouth, and I expect you to continue that. We don’t want any rumors about a whore who suddenly stopped working altogether. Understood, madame Lena?”\n\nThe Mouse nodded.\n\n“Further, with the job done, you are expected to leave the city. You’ll start a new life far away where no one ever heard about the whore Lena!”\n\nThe Mouse was caught off-guard. She didn’t expect that! Yet she simply nodded. Lena knew better than to speak up. The whole deal was up to Rufus and his master; she had no bargaining powers regarding the modalities. Still, her future wealth had more strings connected to it than anticipated. Fortunately, starting a new life with 25 gold coins posed little, if any, challenge. Nonetheless, leaving the city was a scary prospect for the Mouse, who had never been outside the city walls. In fact, since her childhood, she hasn’t even been outside the ports quarter. \n\n“We will make up a fake story that gives you a more agreeable background. We’ll think about something that doesn’t require much talking from you. Considering the handsome payment, I’m confident you’ll play your role well.”\n\nLena nodded once more. Since Rufus appeared to be finished with the lecture, she fetched the kettle with the boiling water and filled a cup. The Lion nodded and prepared the tea.\n\n“Please, drink it hot, Lena.”\n\nThe Mouse downed the tea slowly, not to burn her mouth too severely with the hot beverage. The Lion nodded encouragingly while she drank.\n\n“Very well, Lena. After the first cup, you’ll not feel too different. You might get a bit tingly down there but nothing too unpleasant. It takes a few weeks of regular ingestion to take effect. After that, you must keep drinking the tea to maintain the artificial heat. It will be unpleasant for you, as you can imagine. However, the instructions from my Lord were clear. He desires you to be mad with lust when your big performance comes around. We will see us again tomorrow when I provide the next herb dose. Until then, I wish you farewell, madame Lena.” \n\nWithout further ado, Rufus left. Lena’s head spun, now alone with her thoughts. The Mouse couldn’t believe this. Was it a dream? Things like this didn’t happen. And certainly not to her! Her heart pounded both from worry and excitement. How could a poor girl grasp that her life would change forever soon? Even though she has to go through quite the ordeal beforehand. \n\nWith no soul around anymore, she lifted her dress. The metal she discovered between her legs told the story. It wasn’t a dream. Things like this didn’t happen, but it happened to her nonetheless. Heavy and sturdy, kept in place by two heavy padlocks to which she had no key. Her sex was securely locked away, not to be seen by anyone until the festivities. \n\nTo put it to the test, Lena clawed at the plate in front of her pussy. Nothing reached her sex underneath. No sensation of touch or pleasure. She hammered her fist at the same place next. Barely noticeable on her needy nethers. And hardly pleasurable. No doubt she won’t push herself over the edge with this monster around her waist.\n\nFortunately, the small holes in front permitted her to pee. Next, the Mouse examined the padlocks; they were heavy and almost as big as her delicate hands. “Those won’t come off by accident!” She realized quickly. Lena even doubted if an average blacksmith could remove them. \n\nA metal strap ran through her buttcheeks and connected to the waistband above her tail. A hole around her anus was left for her to do the necessary. Albeit not big enough to stuff anything inside to relieve her need that she knew would build over the months. Much to her dismay, Lena was positive that this device would do its job perfectly and mercilessly. \n\nIf she only had had an orgasm lately. It really sunk into the Mouse that she won’t be able to reach a climax for roughly half a year. And soon the tea will put her into heat. Lena experienced anxiety from this outlook. She knew she’d suffer. Her last orgasm appeared like a distant memory to her, and her jobs as whore were anything but pleasurable. Now that it posed impossible, she’d like nothing more than to rub one out! \n\nShe took deep breaths. “Everything will be fine! I get through that! Somehow!” Not that Lena had any plan on how not to be driven insane.\n\nThe following day Rufus knocked on her door. Shabby clothing and the guards nowhere to be seen. He noticed the Mouses questioning gaze and explained.\n\n“If a rich guy with four guards appears here daily, it gets suspicious. But don’t be fooled, my guards are close, just hidden.” he smiled.\n\nHe once more provided the tea, and the Mouse drank it. Since early this morning, her sex tingled, and her desire to orgasm became overwhelming. But alas, a deal was a deal, and she knew her commitment. Besides, Rufus would not accept her backing out. He pointed that out clearly. What bugged Lena the most was that she knew her heat hadn’t even kicked in. Things would go downhill from here. Still, the Mouse was determined, with 25 coins on the horizon as motivation. \n\nThe hill was steep, as Lena realized three weeks later. With her heat kicked in fully. She lay naked on the floor more than once, crying and pointlessly clawing at the unforgiving steel. And her need became worse with every passing day. \n\nEventually, she begged Rufus on her knees with tears in her eyes to release her from this torment. Grant her to touch herself once, if only for a few seconds. She promised she wouldn’t push herself over the edge. Lena wanted him to realize that she NEEDED to feel something down there. That she would go insane if not.\n\nThe Lion simply smiled sympathetically and shook his head slowly. “Sorry, Lena, you knew the deal. I explained it’d be hard, and I’m very sorry you have to go through this. But think about the reward. Few of your social stand ever get to raise from the gutter.”\n\nLena simply nodded with tears in her eyes. She knew that, but she needed to touch herself. How could he not understand!?\n\nA week later, she ripped her clothes off her body, dropped on all fours, and kissed Rufus’s feet. During kisses, she begged him to do something—anything. Lena offered anything she could think of. Which mostly was sex. So, she offered precisely this. To become Rufus’s personal sex toy. That he could have sex with her every day of her life for free. Told him he could do anything, no matter how depraved if he let her touch herself for a few seconds. Lena was beyond desperation and would degrade herself in any way for the slightest chance of release. \n\nRufus embraced the Mouse. He petted her shaking body as tears soaked her cheeks. Lena’s begging, just a whisper now. He held her and brushed with his large hands through her back fur until she stopped crying. It didn’t soften her burning need, yet the Mouse wouldn’t want to miss that moment. It rarely happened that someone genuinely tried to comfort and soothe her. The port quarter wasn’t the place where one finds warmth, even less so for a girl without a family. \n\nDuring the coming weeks, Lena slowly adjusted to the unforgivable cry for pleasure by her body. While still hard to bear, Lena accepted that she couldn’t change it. The singular path available was forward straight through the discomfort. Her shameful breakdowns in front of Rufus became rare until they stopped altogether. Slowly the big day grew closer. \n\nWith the festivity mere two weeks off, Rufus suggested, or rather commanded–-after all, the considerable pay was to keep her mouth shut and say yes to anything–-. So, he suggested that for the remaining two weeks, she would live at his master’s manor as part of building her fake background story. Lena had little objections to getting out of her shack into a comfortable palace. Another experience a port whore wasn’t supposed to have. \n\nLena was to play the part of an exotic beauty washed ashore and saved by Rufus’s master. As a show of gratitude, she agreed to show her skills at the party. The guests are told that this was indeed a form of entertainment performance where Lena supposedly came from. Further, all guests are told that she didn’t speak their tongue since the Mouse was from a faraway land. \n\nRufus taught the Mouse a handful of words in a foreign language which she could use in case someone tried to talk to her to establish that she didn’t understand that person. Rufus said the less she spoke, the less likely she would blow her cover, and Lena fully agreed with that assessment. \n\nThe next unexpected and unannounced change in plan materialized when Rufus disclosed that Lena’s role required her to be more credible. They arranged to give the Mouse a plentitude of piercings to achieve this feat. Rufus believed it sold the exotic beauty part more believably. \n\nLena had little objections about the ear piercings. The ones in her nipple hurt quite a bit but didn’t bother her too much, either. The dozen piercings in her tail were a different beast altogether. The pain of having them stabbed into it aside, the little bells connected to them, got boring quickly. “Who thought that would be a great idea?” the Mouse wondered. Yet, with the Gold at hand, Lena knew better than to complain openly. \n\nEventually, the day had arrived. Lena’s long-anticipated conclusion of the contract. The time the pent-up Mouse would finally find release for all the built-up pressure with multiple earth-shattering orgasms. That it would happen in the most humiliating manner did little matter to the girl by now. She had looked forward and dreaded this evening for six months, during which she cursed the unforgiving metal between her legs countless times. After that, she will be rich. \n\nAt least, the Mouse hoped she would be. While Lena trusted Rufus, she never trusted rich people. If they simply kicked her out of the manor after her duty was done, without clothing or anything to her name, she could do little about it. Lena knew that and feared it. She had little choice but to play her part and hope Rufus was as trustworthy as she believed. \n\nLena stood in front of the large closed portal leading into the ballroom with two guards and Rufus. Laughter and chatter leaked through the thick mahogany door. \n\n“Ready?” Rufus asked the worried-looking Mouse. \n\nShe nodded. Because shaking her head hadn’t changed a thing, Lena knew that too well. \n\nThe guards opened the door. The laughter and chatter went mute. Everyone watched the petite Mouse in the entryway, clothed in a thinly woven silk dress. Lena’s eyes widened, and she forgot to breathe—a prey animal whose flight instinct was about to kick in. \n\nA nudge by Rufus pushed her back to reality. The Mouse took a deep breath and slowly walked inside. Eyed by many dozens of pairs of eyes. Not one word was spoken. Lena’s naked feet patting on the cold marble floor appeared to her like a hammer’s noise when it hit the anvil.\n\nThe crowd suddenly began cheering and applauding after their initial surprise subsided, and they realized she was the evening’s entertainment. To Lena’s surprise, it sounded awfully close to what she witnessed in the cheap port taverns when a girl danced naked on the tables.\n\nThough, to be fair, what she was about to perform was considerably more debauched than dancing naked on a table. It probably fitted the situation that these nobles behavior dropped down to a drunk sailor level.\n\nRufus guided the nervous Mouse to the center of the hall, where they stood for a moment, so every guest could catch a good glimpse at the Mouse before he began to talk. “Here we have the exotic beauty from a faraway land. Saved by my Lord and your friend. This rodent goddess will now perform for your entertainment to show her gratitude. She does this voluntarily, even begging Lord Mechenhard to do it as it is custom in her realm! And how impolite would it have been if he denied her the opportunity?”\n\nAs rehearsed with Rufus, Lena’s seethrough dress slipped down while he said that. A bare Mouse presented itself to the crowd, wearing nothing but a chastity belt. Lena kneaded her ample breasts. Squeezed them, brushed over her chest fur, weighed them in her hands, then suddenly let them drop down and wobble for everyone to see. \n\nSlowly her fingers closed in on her hard sensitive nipples, which she twisted, tugged, and twirled for the crowd’s enjoyment. Lena couldn’t hold her moans of desperation back. The crowd cheered, not at all dissatisfied with the slutty Mouse noises. \n\nRufus continued his speech while slowly and tenderly playing with Lena’s hair. Behind her head, and hard to see for the crowd, whose focus lay on other parts of the Mouse’s body. Rufus’s gesture calmed the still nervous and uncomfortable Mouse. Lena appreciated the Lion for always knowing how to soothe her when she was particularly distressed. \n\n“The Mouse was denied access to her nethers for a long time as requested by her land’s customs. It signifies the need and desperation she went through before Lord Mechenhard saved her. The removal of the belt represents the rescue. While the performance she graces your eyes with shortly illustrates her thankfulness and relief.”\n\nLena’s turn again. With desperation in her eyes, which required no acting skills given her circumstances, she began to claw at that chastity device. Her heart skipped a beat as it slowly sunk in that, in moments, her pussy would be free again. \n\nFinally, she’d find the release she craved for months. She could finally touch herself. The seconds ticked down too slowly, and her whole body trembled in anticipation. Her heart pounded like a drum. Lena was so ready to meet her nethers again after so long! \n\nWhile the Mouse clawed at the device, Rufus raised a key. Applause from the boozed-up crowd. He kneeled down to reach the locks and whispered in her ears. “It’s finally the moment. Don’t hold back and moan as loud and slutty as you can, madame. You got an easy crowd, so no worries, they will enjoy it.” And moments later, the chastity belt dropped. \n\nHer hands quivered, but she had to wait a few more seconds for Rufus to finish his speech. Never had Lena required to summon up so much willpower. She was so ready! Her legs shook. The fresh air touching her soaking wet nethers pushed her close to the edge.\n\n“And here she is, our exotic beauty in all her glory. To show her gratefulness, she will now start her special show for you.” And with that, Rufus left, and Lena remained on the stage alone. Eagerly watched by several dozens of noblemen.\n\nA moment of silence as all eyes lay on the nude Mouse. Her fluids ran down her legs. The noise of the drops hitting the floor was audible in the silent room. Finally, she snapped out of her paralysis and remembered why she stood there. \n\nSlowly and still in disbelief, her hand moved between her legs. Only as her finger touched the wet flesh did her brain finally realize that the metal barrier was gone for good. A loud “Ohhhhhhhhh” escaped the Mouse’s lips as she explored the soft wet lips of her no longer imprisoned vagina. \n\nNothing could hold the desperate Mouse back as soon as her finger entered her wet fold. Even if she’d lain on a battlefield with a rain of arrows shooting down, she’d just kept masturbating. She was convinced. Judging by the loud cheers, no arrows were about to rain, and not a singular person had any objections about her masturbating the needy flesh between her legs. \n\nThe Mouse’s mind went blank. She sank to her knees with her fingers sliding in and out of her soaked pussy. She moaned. Loud. Louder! Slutty and loud. She screamed like a girl in heat who was denied their rightful relief for months. All thoughts about Gold or reward were gone. There was pure pleasure and nothing else. Her world shrunk to the sensations her nethers received. \n\nIf anyone thought she just acted, they’d be wrong. The Mouse lying on the floor of Lord Mechnehards manor was indeed the neediest creature in the realm, maybe the whole world. And she showed it. Not because she was supposed. Her frantic body forced her to. There was no holding back. She screamed and moaned like the goddess of sluts. \n\nThe Mouse rubbed and fingered out six months of unbearable frustration and need. Her body and mind were shattered by one orgasm after the other. Climaxes in magnitudes more intense than she’d ever dared to imagine. Orgasms that erased any thought from her mind. She was pure lust during those initial three dozen climaxes. \n\nThe Mouse hadn’t paid attention to the party that had been going on for hours. Consumed and overwhelmed with lust and relief, her surroundings a blur. Nothing mattered to her but her pleasure. Only later, when her lust subsided, already late in the evening, she became aware once more that a room filled with drunken men observed her. Lena, the professional she was, kept the show going despite her lust and desire for orgasms waning. \n\nWhile the Mouse certainly was an onlooker and curiosity in the beginning, as the party grew older, less and less attention was given to the moaning Mouse. Not an unexpected development. Moreover, the girl’s squeaking sounds were still a welcome background noise for most attendees. \n\nWithout a different order given, Lena kept her show going. She stopped enjoying herself a while ago. Her body and mind were exhausted after hours of cumming. She lay in a large puddle of her fluids, and her fur was soaked and smelly. Her throat hurt from screaming. Likewise, her vagina was red and sore from her fingering. Her enjoyment purely acted at that point. But as a whore she was good at this kind of show and thus kept going. The reward promised was worth the discomfort. Lena reminded herself of that constantly.\n\nDespite being late into the festivities, orgasms still hit Lena occasionally. Though unlike hours earlier, they were unpleasant and draining. Her pussy had become numb and swollen. Her voice turned into a rasp. Tears of pain and discomfort had long replaced the tears of joy in her eyes. Her senses slowly left her. The exhaustion and pain gradually wore the suffering Mouse down. \n\nBravely she kept masturbating—kept cumming–-kept squeaking. Thoughts of money, or any thoughts at all, were long gone. By now, almost automatically, she kept her show going. Any conscious thoughts had evaporated. Just a voice deep inside her told her she must keep going. Must keep cumming. Why? She didn’t care! Lena was used to do things she didn’t want to do. So she kept listening to the voice as she lay in her juices and pleasured her wrecked body. Until hours later, the Mouse finally passed out, drained and depleted. \n\nA steady shaking and rustling woke Lena up. The Mouse was still tired after her ordeal. She wondered how long she had been unconscious. She, in fact, didn’t remember that she fell asleep in the first place. “I must have passed out during the party,” she assumed. The bright sun breaking through the curtains pained her eyes.\n\nAfter Lena rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, she realized she still didn’t wear a single slice of fabric on her body. The fur was a mess, crusted and smelly with her own dried fluids. When the Mouse caught sight of the swollen lump of flesh between her legs, she gasped in horror. \n\nHer labia, bloated to triple their normal size, hung between her legs in red and blue colors. She swallowed. “’S going to heal, but ain’t a pretty sight.” she thought. She doubted the throbbing and searing pain would dissipate soon. “Might take a week or two to heal,” she quietly whispered to herself. After a few deep breaths, the Mouse shakily pushed herself up from the bench she had slept on.\n\n“Where the heck was I?” Lena thought and lifted the curtain on the window to glimpse outside. Confused and surprised, the Mouse realized she stood inside a carriage. Lush meadows met her eyes. “I am already out of the city! Did they just put me in here after the party, not even bothering to wait for me to wake up?” Lena wondered and couldn’t help feeling a bit insulted. The hilly landscape suggested they had left the city behind a while ago. \n\nThe Mouse inspected the inside of the carriage. “They surely didn’t leave me naked and dirty in here with nothing. Right?” She was alone, that wasn’t unexpected. To her relief, a nice and clean dress lay on the opposite bench. Relieved that she at least won’t have to start her new life naked, the Mouse kept scanning the carriage with her eyes. \n\nShe put off wearing the clothing right away. She enjoyed her nudity with no one in here and a warm breeze blowing through the window. That aside, her messy fur won’t be a more pleasant sensation with fabric rubbing at it. Lena noticed the small leather bag, and her heart jumped with joy. \n\nThe Gold! They did not betray her! Rufus kept his promise! Lena’s chest filled with excitement. Shakily, she grabbed the bag and opened it. Tears of joy ran down her cheeks. The promised 25 coins! Lena had to sit down. Until this very moment, she didn’t dare to believe that they would actually keep their word! \n\nLastly, the Mouse noticed a neatly folded letter. She grabbed it and began reading. Though, Lena wondered if Rufus realized the unlikeliness of a harbor whore being literate. The Mouse was certain Rufus didn’t know she could read. They never talked about her past, and if she’d been born in the harbor, the chance that she had ever seen a school would have been zero. “Did someone like Rufus simply assume anyone can read?” Lena asked herself. \n\nFortunately, Lena wasn’t born in poverty. Her parents owned a small carpenter’s workshop. But after their untimely death, her only child, Lena, had to care for herself. When she was still young, that meant thieving and begging. As she grew older, she replaced it slowly with whoring. And that would have been her whole and certainly short life until she died without Rufus’s intervention. \n\nShe couldn’t read well, having been at school for no more than two years, but slowly she deciphered the script.\n\n____\n\n“Dear Madame Lena,\n\nI dearly apologize for your sudden departure. As we discussed, we planned for you to leave the city after a well-done job. My Lord and I decided that it would be best if you leave as soon as possible. \n\nThe carriage will bring you to the city of Hochwald. It is a large, prosperous city, a three-week carriage drive from here. My apologies for the long ride. You will meet in Hochwald with a friend of mine who will get you settled there. He knows about the formalities a newcomer faces. \n\nFurther, he’ll be able to teach you the language spoken there. You can trust him. He is a good man. Equally, you can rely on my cousin who drives your carriage. He is a good company; I’m confident you’ll get along well.\n\nFurther, since we didn’t want to rob you, all the belongings we picked up in your home are in this carriage’s holding space. Lastly, I allowed myself to sell your home. I could haggle 15 silver coins for it, which I added to the bag with the Gold.\n\nI wish you the best in your new life and am sure you will make the best of it. Maybe we have the chance to meet again one day, Lena. \n\nSincerely \n\nRufus Beck\n\n____\n\nLena indeed used her opportunity. With the fortune at hand, the Mouse decided she wanted to be a business owner. And while frowned upon by some, Lena had only expertise in one profession. Yet the young Mouse certainly was not without ambitions. Simply opening a brothel didn’t suffice. She desired to own the best brothel in town. One that fulfilled every and any wish. An establishment that treated its employees fairly and paid the prostitutes well. \n\nThe “Naughty Mermaid” succeeded and became the most renowned brothel in the trade quarter of Hochwald—a destination known far beyond the city walls. Lena advanced to be one of the wealthiest in Hochwald. Later, she opened brothels in other towns and branched into other businesses. The wealthy Mouse eventually owned several brothels, taverns, and even a theater. \n\nThough even many decades later, after an eventful life, the Mouse could hardly believe how fortunate she was. The chances that all this happened were minuscule tiny. Nothing of this would have happened if she hadn’t agreed to the Horse as a customer all those years back. If Lord Mechenhard hadn’t passed by precisely at that point in time, nothing of this would have transpired either. Her life in the port quarters would have continued, and she’d died in poverty after a short life. This was the fate of a whore. \n\nYet even with all that coincidences, Lena often asked herself if Rufus knew how excessively he overpaid her. He could have offered 50 silver coins, and she’d still willingly accepted the job. \n\nDid he simply not care how much he paid? Did he desire to pay a handsome amount to feel better about the horrible job he put her through? Did his Lord know how much he overpaid? Lena knew that while life-changing for most people, it was an insignificant amount of wealth for a noble. And while she knew little about the Lord, he didn’t seem to be the type who micromanages his finances. Lena never figured out an answer to those questions. Since, regretfully, she never met the good Rufus again. But Lena certainly never forgot the Lion that had changed her life. \n\n_____\n\nConsider joining my Telegram Channel, where you can find WiPs and artworks I post nowhere else. [url=https://inkbunny.net/j/420935-Volatus-telegram]Info here[/url] \n\nAnd I have a Mastodon, where you can find a lot of artwork too. [url=https://pettingzoo.co/@Volatus]Link[/url] ", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Lena watched the rain spilling through her ceiling and hitting the floor. The roof had leaked for ages. Though outside of the rainy spring season, it wasn’t much of a bother for the young Mouse. She had hardly time and money to fix it. Lena simply accepted that spring entailed a wet floor in her tiny shack. The loamy ground in her home that bore imprints of her naked feet testified to that.  

Still early, the port quarter of the city woke up slowly, if at all. On this gloomy day, unexpectedly, someone knocked on her door. Reluctantly Lena opened the door and stared at a crotch. While her eyes wandered up, her brain put together: —strong—tall—handsome—male—Lion—rich. Rich? No one with money would ever get lost in this part of town!

While worrisome, his demeanor didn’t telegraph any ill intent. His fancy clothing was well hidden beneath his grey linen cloak. Four guards stood on the other side of the mud road, presumably to appear less threatening to the Mouse, and were equally hidden under grey linen. Unless observed straight on as Lena could do from the doorframe, no one would suspect a rich person under those capes. Neither had he knocked in an aggressive manner, like a city guard would have done. And even now, he patiently waited in the rain until Lena said something.  

Eventually, the Lion cleared his throat while smiling at Lena. Only then the Mouse realized she had just stared at the gentleman for a minute.

“Oh, uhm, forgive, come in, good sir, come in.” Lena stammered. “A customer visiting at home? Especially such a rich one? No, that can’t be—too unusual. What did he want?” she thought.

“Thank you kindly, madame.” He entered. Lena waited a few moments but closed the door as none of the Lion’s guards moved. Neither the man, now inside, nor his entourage, still outside, complained.

“Uh, have a seat, sir” The offered chair scratched over the floor as Lena hastily positioned it for better access.

Seated, he began to speak with a deep but gentle voice. “May I introduce myself? I’m Mr. Rufus Beck, and I serve Lord Mechenhard as—how to say it—the fulfiller of his secret wishes. But before I go on, may I also ask you for your introduction? Just to make sure I stumbled into the place I sought to find. Houses in this part of the city are easy to confuse with each other.”

Lena wondered if anyone else ever called the impoverished dwellings in the port quarter Houses. She certainly wouldn’t call her wet one-room shack a House. It barely qualified as home!

“Oh, of course, forgive, Sir! My name is Lena, and I’m—well—a whore.” her breath hastened. “In no world was I the one he searched for. What would he want with a cheap Mouse whore from the streets, after all? At best, things are becoming awkward. At worst, he’s going to lash out at me. There is not much of the law that stands between a nobleman and a cheap whore.” she thought.

 “I—I’m sorry, I suppose this might be the wrong dwelling after all. But if you describe who you’re searching for, I might be able to help?” She preemptively attempted to appease the Lion.

Rufus smiled gently at the unnerved Mouse. “Thank you kindly; I searched for a prostitute named Lena, who I was told is a Mouse. I also assure you I mean you no harm. Rather I have an offer that I hope you’ll find exciting.”

It might have been his pleasant voice or honest smile, but the young Mouse trusted this Lion’s words. It didn’t clear her confusion. Brothels for the rich folk with highly skilled and beautiful courtesans existed. With girls that were capable of acting like the noblemen they served. Lena knew she could make a sailor happy. But in a noble’s manor, she would be as out of place as a fish in the desert.

“An offer?” she asked reluctantly but with distinct curiosity.

“An offer indeed! Yet I may warn you that what we discuss must stay between us! No word to any soul! It’s not in my nature to threaten or harm a young girl. But disobedience in that regard will have dire consequences. Forgive those unveiled threats, but I need you to understand! This would be your last opportunity if you want to bail out and label this as a weird encounter on a rainy day. But if you’re brave enough to continue, I promise it will be worth your time!”

The Mouse inhaled sharply. Dealing with nobles was scary. One of the few upsides of living in a poor area was that nobles avoided it. Even without those threats, Lena knew she entered dangerous waters by agreeing to anything.

But a poor whore from the port doesn’t get many opportunities to make good money. Usually, there are no opportunities. She couldn’t pass this up. She knew that, and so did Rufus. Make his master cum, play along in whatever he wants, and get a week’s pay. “Yes, that sounds great!” she thought.

“I understand, Sir!” she said. “I’m at your disposal.”

“Good, then may I ask you to disrobe, madame.”

Lena was perplexed since she thought his noble master was her customer, not the Lion. Not that she minded. Rufus was a beautiful man. She was used to working in the streets. And usually, the Mouse never accepted customers in her home. A principle partly born out of shame for her pathetic shack. In this case, making an exception wasn’t a hurdle, though, with him already standing here and so much money on the line. After hesitating shortly, the Mouse unfastened the cords on the shoulders. Like water, the dress slid down her petite frame, revealing a beautiful Mouse body. Strong legs, wide hips, thin but muscular belly, and ample breasts for a 4.5 ft Mouse.

Advancing toward the Lion with swaying hips and a lascivious gaze, he raised his hand to stop. Rufus noticed Lena’s confused expression.

“I apologize for the misunderstanding. But I will not be your customer. But it is required that I—forgive the bluntness—inspect what I acquire for my master.”

Lena’s cheeks burned from embarrassment. A foreign reaction to her, since having worked as a whore and worse for many years, dignity was an alien concept to her. Nonetheless, the Mouse couldn’t help it. Not just what was about to happen ashamed her, but more so that this handsome Lion performed it. Most people treated her like dirt, simply for what she did to earn her coin. Rufus, though, employed respect towards her. An alien concept for the Mouse, given her tough life thus far.

Rufus weighed her ample breasts in his large hands. Lena inhaled sharply. Being touched there by him—she wanted to moan like a slutty bitch in heat. Though, the young Mouse resisted the urge with all her willpower. She didn’t want to sink even lower in the eyes of Rufus. Next, the Lion pulled up her eyelids and thoroughly examined her eyes. The trembling Mouse entered another low point on her shame-meter when Rufus’s middle finger probed her vagina while his thumb and index finger pushed her labia aside. The same action was performed on her ass afterward—the shame-meter went up another notch, to Lena’s surprise, since she thought she had already surpassed the upper limit.

With the most embarrassing body parts out of the way, he next moved his hands through her hair and fur. Far more agreeable touches to Lena. Even though Rufus still showed the same methodical and professional approach in this awkward examination. He kneaded and stretched her hand and fingers and followed up by doing the same with her feet. Rufus seemed indifferent that they were muddy from the wet floor. Unlike the Lion, Lena was too poor to have ever worn or owned shoes.

Her tail ran through his hands as he explored its smooth skin. Lastly, he pushed the Mouse’s mouth open to inspect her teeth and tongue. Lena, by now, had a lot of sympathy for the horses sold on the market. Though, the inspection she had to go through was considerably more thorough, and on second thought, she doubted a Horse would be as ashamed as her. The whole process was so degrading!

After the exhausting checkup, Rufus spoke: “Forgive this procedure, madame. While I had little doubt that you were aesthetically up for the job, I had to ensure that you were equally healthy! I’m dearly sorry to have you put through this.”

Unfortunately, Rufus raised his hand to stop Lena as she sought to get back into her dress and forget the shameful scene. “I apologize again, but I require you to be undressed for a bit longer. Don’t worry. There won’t be any further probing, and you will understand soon. You might want to sit down while I explain the job, Lena.” Rufus shuffled a chair toward the Mouse for her to sit down. Since, as anything Rufus did, it didn’t seem like a suggestion but a command, Lena’s bare asscheeks quickly made contact with the crude wood of the chair. She knew better than to piss off someone more powerful than herself, and that aside, she would be heartbroken to anger such a handsome Lion.

“Now, madame, the situation is the following. In autumn, my Lord will have the inauguration ceremony that declares him as the sole heir of his father’s titles. This ceremony traditionally follows a lavish festivity with the young master’s closest friends, or whom he thinks are his friends, might be more precise. Frankly, in noble circles, this means a large—and I can hardly use a different word—debauched party.”

Rufus paused. This sounded not too bad to Lena. What could it mean? She dances naked on the tables and sucks some cocky’s noble cock? “Count me in,” she thought. She did worse for presumably less money.

“My Lord had an unusual—quite strange—request for the entertainment centerpiece.”

She brushed with her hand through her chest fur while deep in her thoughts about what she might have to do. It didn’t appear to be particularly hard-earned money. Some nobles probably got a thrill from fucking a tough, rough-edged, cheap port whore like her. Instead of an elegant beauty from the brothels. The Mouse couldn’t hide a smile of excitement, which the Lion noticed.

“While I’m rarely short of words, in this case, I must admit, the only way to explain it is the most direct one. My apologies in advance as the following will be, as I said, unusual. Yet I assure you, it will pay handsomely. No copper coins, no silver coins— but gold coins!”

Lena’s hands dropped in surprise, revealing her bare breasts after hiding them behind her arms. “Gold?” she thought. “I have never seen a single Gold coin in my life! “Two coppers for a suck, three for a fuck!” that’s the catchphrase.”

She hid a single silver coin under her mattress, representing the largest amount of money she had ever possessed. It took her years to save up that much. When Rufus suddenly started to laugh heartily, Lena realized she must have stared at him with big Mouse eyes while in thought.

“It appears I got your attention, madame. Now for the task—you better grab the table to not fall from the chair,” he kept laughing. “Alright, my Lord wishes for a particular Mouse to be kept in strict chastity until the festivities start. Said Mouse is to drink an herbal tea once daily to put her into heat. To ensure you comprehend, you’ll be almost mad and mindless with lust when the day of the festivity arrives. And there is no bailout!”

Lena inhaled sharply. That sounded, indeed, quite bananas. And the money appeared suddenly much harder to earn than she thought initially. But then it was much more than anticipated as well. “Gold! Lena! Gold! He didn’t say how much, but even one gold coin would be worth the ordeal! “the thoughts echoed through her mind. Rufus waited momentarily and watched Lena’s expression switch from excited to worried forth and back.

“When the day arrives, you will be brought on stage, the belt removed, and you start masturbating. That’s the gist of it. My master’s idea was that you squeak and cum the whole evening. Given the conditions, this should be inevitable and not pose a challenge. So, Lena, if that sounds crazy to you, we are already two. But that is my Lord’s wish, and it’s not my task to ridicule them. You’ll be paid 25 coins in Gold. Given the usual rates for prostitutes in the port quarter, this should be an agreeable payment for six months of work. Albeit unpleasant work.”

Lena’s nails scratched over the table as her world turned upside down. Her body hit the floor as the chair fell over. “25 Gold coins? That would last me for years! No! For my whole life!” she thought while her head spun. “So much money!” with a dumb smile, she stared at the ceiling. Drips of water hit her face, but she barely noticed and cared even less.

“Madame Lena, is everything alright?”

Slowly Lena’s thoughts returned to normal. The Mouse hardly believed what she had heard. Twenty-five gold coins signified wealth beyond measure. Even if she had reached the ripe age of 60—more than unlikely for an impoverished whore—she would not have earned that much money during her whole life.

Lena stood up awkwardly and asked: “Oh, yes, of course, sir, I just—25 Gold coins? Really!?”

He laughed heartily: “I take that you approve of the job and its conditions?”

“Most certainly, sir, but—uhhhm—I don’t want to be insolent—but—it doesn’t sound—like–I can’t work while wearing the chastity and—with that tea.”

“Don’t worry about that, Lena. You’ll receive an interim payment regularly. Sufficient to cover your current humble lifestyle. Additionally, you’ll receive a Gold coin every two weeks. Naturally, I don’t want you to think I play you, madame. When the festivities arrive, you’ll have earned half the payment. The other I’ll hand over after a satisfying performance. When we put that belt around your waist, and you drink the first cup, I’ll make good on that promise and hand over the first gold coin. Further, some copper coins which will last you until we meet once more.

Lena watched him with big eyes and nodded. Still in utter disbelief. For what she had to do and what she got out of it. On the one hand, she will be rich. Actually rich! On the other hand, what she had to do for it didn’t scare her nor collided with her beliefs or morals. She hadn’t much of either, regardless. No, what was expected from her was just so—bizarre.

“Now, with that out of the way.” Rufus snipped his finger, and moments later, a soaking wet guard entered, a thick metal chastity belt in his hands. “Alright, have your coin while we fit that piece of equipment.” As he said that, he tossed the promised Gold coin.

Lena barely caught the coin, her hands shaking as adrenaline rushed through her body. If anyone had told her the ludicrous turn her life would take just an hour ago, she would have ridiculed that person.

And now—a gold coin in her hands. A real one, no doubt. The young Mouse stared at it in disbelief. A whore like her never saw, let alone touched, a thing so valuable. Yet it was hers. She owned this piece of metal that represented a new start, a new life.

When the cold steel hit her nethers, she inhaled sharply. Lena hadn’t noticed the guard approaching and fitting the device on. “Right,” she thought, “some small hurdle to get over before dreams of a new beginning could materialize.”  “Click, click,” and locked was the belt. The guard handed the key to the Lion and went back outside.

The sensation the cold contraption caused on her sensitive area was alien to the Mouse. The tightly fitting metal pressed against her labia and clitoris. With every movement, her skin rubbed slightly, albeit not painfully, on the steel, which slowly synchronized with her body temperature. Alarmed, Lena noticed that she had gotten wet. She hadn’t even drunk that strange tea Rufus had talked about!

Though, neither had she reached a climax for several weeks. Her job was to make her customers cum. She rarely got off by it. Sometimes she masturbated at home—when she wasn’t too tired after work. Regret hit the Mouse that she hadn’t thought to ask Rufus if she could rub one out before this ordeal. She’d done it in front of him if he’d wanted. This would have been barely another drop into the large embarrassment barrel she had filled to the brim in the past hour.

“You may now get dressed, madame Lena. And would you be so kind as to boil some water? I have the herbs for your first cup of tea with me.”

Lena’s comfort level rose significantly with the dress back on her body. Of course, hundreds of males have seen her body, an inevitability for a whore. Besides, Lena never was ashamed to show her assets. The Mouse knew her beauty well. Yet, this particular situation had been even for a shameless whore, awkward at best.

And while the metal beneath her clothes posed a steady reminder, communicating with Rufus presented itself more comfortably. Thus Lena asked: “Uhm, what I wanted to ask you, Mister, if I’m permitted, I—why me?”

Deep in thought for a moment, Rufus answered after breathing a sigh. “At times, my Lord wanders out at night to places one of his standings doesn’t belong. Though, it is not mine to criticize or scold him for this behavior.”

The Lion sighed once more. “However, several months back, he spent another night incognito in a shabby port tavern. As the young Lord told me in private on his way home late at night, he heard the sweetest sound from one of the back alleys. When my curious master peeked into the pathway, he saw a beautiful Mouse prostitute squeaking while serving a filthy Horse sailor. Ever since, my young Lord put it into his head that he wants those squeaks during the festivities. Maybe he finds them amusing, or he likes your sound. I do not know.”

Lena remembered the occasion. The Horse fucked her in the back alley. No one takes a room for a cheap port whore. She simply lifts her dress up, bends forward, and after a few thrusts, coins change hands while cum drips down her legs. Simple and gross. So was her life.

Usually, she forgets about her customers quickly. They were a job, one she didn’t enjoy, so erasing the filth that touches her from memory served her well. Though, this encounter was different. For once, she rarely takes big species like Horses as customers. Taking them hurts too much, and she always was scared that she would get injured and couldn’t work for a while. Yet he paid double, and she accepted. An action Lena did regret immediately. Taking the fat cock in her small Mouse hole hurt hellishly. And the Horse wasn’t gentle. He hammered her quick, fast, and deep. Fortunately, she survived the ordeal unharmed. Ignoring the dull pain that accompanied her for a couple of days.

The other detail she recalled vividly about this particular night was the shadow that observed them. Although she does her business on the street, it wasn’t custom to peek. Not out of decency, but most sailors solved disputes with their fists. Being watched while fucking a whore counted as an offense to most, no doubt. Fortunately for the young noble that Horse didn’t notice him. Lena did but kept it for herself. It hardly bothered her. Aside she couldn’t recognize much, just a shady figure at the far end of the alley. She never thought this peeping tom was a noble who would turn her life upside down.

Her moans amusement to a nobleman. Lena’s prejudices toward the nobility seemed confirmed. While the prospect humiliated her, with the Gold at hand, Lena had little qualms about her task. A night of shame and then a life of prosperity. A deal too good to be true. And yet here she was. She once again looked at the Gold in her hand. More riches than she could have ever dreamt of. And more to come.

“But, wouldn’t it be—I don’t know—bad for him if some cheap harbor whore is present at the festivities.”

“Very Bad indeed, madame Lena. One of your stands doesn’t belong in a noble’s palace. It would be scandalous. Forgive the harsh words. I don’t desire to disrespect such a beauty. Yet his peers would hardly welcome your person on the festivities.”

Rufus paused for a moment. “That’s why I require you to be absolutely silent about this job. Not a single word or hint to anyone! I hope you understand this, madame Lena. I detest threatening a fair lady like you, but the consequences would be dire if your tongue should ever slip.

The Mouse inhaled sharply and nodded. Fully aware no one would shed a tear for a cheap harbor whore. In fact, not a single soul would even notice if she went missing—a few rumors for a week. But no one would actually bother searching for her.

“My apologies for this blatant threat. Seeing you harmed would be no joy, so I must also demand that you hide your newfound wealth. Until the job is done, you will live your normal life. I assume you also serve customers with your mouth, and I expect you to continue that. We don’t want any rumors about a whore who suddenly stopped working altogether. Understood, madame Lena?”

The Mouse nodded.

“Further, with the job done, you are expected to leave the city. You’ll start a new life far away where no one ever heard about the whore Lena!”

The Mouse was caught off-guard. She didn’t expect that! Yet she simply nodded. Lena knew better than to speak up. The whole deal was up to Rufus and his master; she had no bargaining powers regarding the modalities. Still, her future wealth had more strings connected to it than anticipated. Fortunately, starting a new life with 25 gold coins posed little, if any, challenge. Nonetheless, leaving the city was a scary prospect for the Mouse, who had never been outside the city walls. In fact, since her childhood, she hasn’t even been outside the ports quarter.

“We will make up a fake story that gives you a more agreeable background. We’ll think about something that doesn’t require much talking from you. Considering the handsome payment, I’m confident you’ll play your role well.”

Lena nodded once more. Since Rufus appeared to be finished with the lecture, she fetched the kettle with the boiling water and filled a cup. The Lion nodded and prepared the tea.

“Please, drink it hot, Lena.”

The Mouse downed the tea slowly, not to burn her mouth too severely with the hot beverage. The Lion nodded encouragingly while she drank.

“Very well, Lena. After the first cup, you’ll not feel too different. You might get a bit tingly down there but nothing too unpleasant. It takes a few weeks of regular ingestion to take effect. After that, you must keep drinking the tea to maintain the artificial heat. It will be unpleasant for you, as you can imagine. However, the instructions from my Lord were clear. He desires you to be mad with lust when your big performance comes around. We will see us again tomorrow when I provide the next herb dose. Until then, I wish you farewell, madame Lena.”

Without further ado, Rufus left. Lena’s head spun, now alone with her thoughts. The Mouse couldn’t believe this. Was it a dream? Things like this didn’t happen. And certainly not to her! Her heart pounded both from worry and excitement. How could a poor girl grasp that her life would change forever soon? Even though she has to go through quite the ordeal beforehand.

With no soul around anymore, she lifted her dress. The metal she discovered between her legs told the story. It wasn’t a dream. Things like this didn’t happen, but it happened to her nonetheless. Heavy and sturdy, kept in place by two heavy padlocks to which she had no key. Her sex was securely locked away, not to be seen by anyone until the festivities.

To put it to the test, Lena clawed at the plate in front of her pussy. Nothing reached her sex underneath. No sensation of touch or pleasure. She hammered her fist at the same place next. Barely noticeable on her needy nethers. And hardly pleasurable. No doubt she won’t push herself over the edge with this monster around her waist.

Fortunately, the small holes in front permitted her to pee. Next, the Mouse examined the padlocks; they were heavy and almost as big as her delicate hands. “Those won’t come off by accident!” She realized quickly. Lena even doubted if an average blacksmith could remove them.

A metal strap ran through her buttcheeks and connected to the waistband above her tail. A hole around her anus was left for her to do the necessary. Albeit not big enough to stuff anything inside to relieve her need that she knew would build over the months. Much to her dismay, Lena was positive that this device would do its job perfectly and mercilessly.

If she only had had an orgasm lately. It really sunk into the Mouse that she won’t be able to reach a climax for roughly half a year. And soon the tea will put her into heat. Lena experienced anxiety from this outlook. She knew she’d suffer. Her last orgasm appeared like a distant memory to her, and her jobs as whore were anything but pleasurable. Now that it posed impossible, she’d like nothing more than to rub one out!

She took deep breaths. “Everything will be fine! I get through that! Somehow!” Not that Lena had any plan on how not to be driven insane.

The following day Rufus knocked on her door. Shabby clothing and the guards nowhere to be seen. He noticed the Mouses questioning gaze and explained.

“If a rich guy with four guards appears here daily, it gets suspicious. But don’t be fooled, my guards are close, just hidden.” he smiled.

He once more provided the tea, and the Mouse drank it. Since early this morning, her sex tingled, and her desire to orgasm became overwhelming. But alas, a deal was a deal, and she knew her commitment. Besides, Rufus would not accept her backing out. He pointed that out clearly. What bugged Lena the most was that she knew her heat hadn’t even kicked in. Things would go downhill from here. Still, the Mouse was determined, with 25 coins on the horizon as motivation.

The hill was steep, as Lena realized three weeks later. With her heat kicked in fully. She lay naked on the floor more than once, crying and pointlessly clawing at the unforgiving steel. And her need became worse with every passing day.

Eventually, she begged Rufus on her knees with tears in her eyes to release her from this torment. Grant her to touch herself once, if only for a few seconds. She promised she wouldn’t push herself over the edge. Lena wanted him to realize that she NEEDED to feel something down there. That she would go insane if not.

The Lion simply smiled sympathetically and shook his head slowly. “Sorry, Lena, you knew the deal. I explained it’d be hard, and I’m very sorry you have to go through this. But think about the reward. Few of your social stand ever get to raise from the gutter.”

Lena simply nodded with tears in her eyes. She knew that, but she needed to touch herself. How could he not understand!?

A week later, she ripped her clothes off her body, dropped on all fours, and kissed Rufus’s feet. During kisses, she begged him to do something—anything. Lena offered anything she could think of. Which mostly was sex. So, she offered precisely this. To become Rufus’s personal sex toy. That he could have sex with her every day of her life for free. Told him he could do anything, no matter how depraved if he let her touch herself for a few seconds. Lena was beyond desperation and would degrade herself in any way for the slightest chance of release.

Rufus embraced the Mouse. He petted her shaking body as tears soaked her cheeks. Lena’s begging, just a whisper now. He held her and brushed with his large hands through her back fur until she stopped crying. It didn’t soften her burning need, yet the Mouse wouldn’t want to miss that moment. It rarely happened that someone genuinely tried to comfort and soothe her. The port quarter wasn’t the place where one finds warmth, even less so for a girl without a family.

During the coming weeks, Lena slowly adjusted to the unforgivable cry for pleasure by her body. While still hard to bear, Lena accepted that she couldn’t change it. The singular path available was forward straight through the discomfort. Her shameful breakdowns in front of Rufus became rare until they stopped altogether. Slowly the big day grew closer.

With the festivity mere two weeks off, Rufus suggested, or rather commanded–-after all, the considerable pay was to keep her mouth shut and say yes to anything–-. So, he suggested that for the remaining two weeks, she would live at his master’s manor as part of building her fake background story. Lena had little objections to getting out of her shack into a comfortable palace. Another experience a port whore wasn’t supposed to have.  

Lena was to play the part of an exotic beauty washed ashore and saved by Rufus’s master. As a show of gratitude, she agreed to show her skills at the party. The guests are told that this was indeed a form of entertainment performance where Lena supposedly came from. Further, all guests are told that she didn’t speak their tongue since the Mouse was from a faraway land.

Rufus taught the Mouse a handful of words in a foreign language which she could use in case someone tried to talk to her to establish that she didn’t understand that person. Rufus said the less she spoke, the less likely she would blow her cover, and Lena fully agreed with that assessment.  

The next unexpected and unannounced change in plan materialized when Rufus disclosed that Lena’s role required her to be more credible. They arranged to give the Mouse a plentitude of piercings to achieve this feat. Rufus believed it sold the exotic beauty part more believably.

Lena had little objections about the ear piercings. The ones in her nipple hurt quite a bit but didn’t bother her too much, either. The dozen piercings in her tail were a different beast altogether. The pain of having them stabbed into it aside, the little bells connected to them, got boring quickly. “Who thought that would be a great idea?” the Mouse wondered. Yet, with the Gold at hand, Lena knew better than to complain openly.

Eventually, the day had arrived. Lena’s long-anticipated conclusion of the contract. The time the pent-up Mouse would finally find release for all the built-up pressure with multiple earth-shattering orgasms. That it would happen in the most humiliating manner did little matter to the girl by now. She had looked forward and dreaded this evening for six months, during which she cursed the unforgiving metal between her legs countless times. After that, she will be rich.

At least, the Mouse hoped she would be. While Lena trusted Rufus, she never trusted rich people. If they simply kicked her out of the manor after her duty was done, without clothing or anything to her name, she could do little about it. Lena knew that and feared it. She had little choice but to play her part and hope Rufus was as trustworthy as she believed.

Lena stood in front of the large closed portal leading into the ballroom with two guards and Rufus. Laughter and chatter leaked through the thick mahogany door.

“Ready?” Rufus asked the worried-looking Mouse.

She nodded. Because shaking her head hadn’t changed a thing, Lena knew that too well.

The guards opened the door. The laughter and chatter went mute. Everyone watched the petite Mouse in the entryway, clothed in a thinly woven silk dress. Lena’s eyes widened, and she forgot to breathe—a prey animal whose flight instinct was about to kick in.

A nudge by Rufus pushed her back to reality. The Mouse took a deep breath and slowly walked inside. Eyed by many dozens of pairs of eyes. Not one word was spoken. Lena’s naked feet patting on the cold marble floor appeared to her like a hammer’s noise when it hit the anvil.

The crowd suddenly began cheering and applauding after their initial surprise subsided, and they realized she was the evening’s entertainment. To Lena’s surprise, it sounded awfully close to what she witnessed in the cheap port taverns when a girl danced naked on the tables.

Though, to be fair, what she was about to perform was considerably more debauched than dancing naked on a table. It probably fitted the situation that these nobles behavior dropped down to a drunk sailor level.

Rufus guided the nervous Mouse to the center of the hall, where they stood for a moment, so every guest could catch a good glimpse at the Mouse before he began to talk. “Here we have the exotic beauty from a faraway land. Saved by my Lord and your friend. This rodent goddess will now perform for your entertainment to show her gratitude. She does this voluntarily, even begging Lord Mechenhard to do it as it is custom in her realm! And how impolite would it have been if he denied her the opportunity?”

As rehearsed with Rufus, Lena’s seethrough dress slipped down while he said that. A bare Mouse presented itself to the crowd, wearing nothing but a chastity belt. Lena kneaded her ample breasts. Squeezed them, brushed over her chest fur, weighed them in her hands, then suddenly let them drop down and wobble for everyone to see.

Slowly her fingers closed in on her hard sensitive nipples, which she twisted, tugged, and twirled for the crowd’s enjoyment. Lena couldn’t hold her moans of desperation back. The crowd cheered, not at all dissatisfied with the slutty Mouse noises.

Rufus continued his speech while slowly and tenderly playing with Lena’s hair. Behind her head, and hard to see for the crowd, whose focus lay on other parts of the Mouse’s body. Rufus’s gesture calmed the still nervous and uncomfortable Mouse. Lena appreciated the Lion for always knowing how to soothe her when she was particularly distressed.

“The Mouse was denied access to her nethers for a long time as requested by her land’s customs. It signifies the need and desperation she went through before Lord Mechenhard saved her. The removal of the belt represents the rescue. While the performance she graces your eyes with shortly illustrates her thankfulness and relief.”

Lena’s turn again. With desperation in her eyes, which required no acting skills given her circumstances, she began to claw at that chastity device. Her heart skipped a beat as it slowly sunk in that, in moments, her pussy would be free again.

Finally, she’d find the release she craved for months. She could finally touch herself. The seconds ticked down too slowly, and her whole body trembled in anticipation. Her heart pounded like a drum. Lena was so ready to meet her nethers again after so long!

While the Mouse clawed at the device, Rufus raised a key. Applause from the boozed-up crowd. He kneeled down to reach the locks and whispered in her ears. “It’s finally the moment. Don’t hold back and moan as loud and slutty as you can, madame. You got an easy crowd, so no worries, they will enjoy it.” And moments later, the chastity belt dropped.

Her hands quivered, but she had to wait a few more seconds for Rufus to finish his speech. Never had Lena required to summon up so much willpower. She was so ready! Her legs shook. The fresh air touching her soaking wet nethers pushed her close to the edge.

“And here she is, our exotic beauty in all her glory. To show her gratefulness, she will now start her special show for you.” And with that, Rufus left, and Lena remained on the stage alone. Eagerly watched by several dozens of noblemen.

A moment of silence as all eyes lay on the nude Mouse. Her fluids ran down her legs. The noise of the drops hitting the floor was audible in the silent room. Finally, she snapped out of her paralysis and remembered why she stood there.

Slowly and still in disbelief, her hand moved between her legs. Only as her finger touched the wet flesh did her brain finally realize that the metal barrier was gone for good. A loud “Ohhhhhhhhh” escaped the Mouse’s lips as she explored the soft wet lips of her no longer imprisoned vagina.

Nothing could hold the desperate Mouse back as soon as her finger entered her wet fold. Even if she’d lain on a battlefield with a rain of arrows shooting down, she’d just kept masturbating. She was convinced. Judging by the loud cheers, no arrows were about to rain, and not a singular person had any objections about her masturbating the needy flesh between her legs.

The Mouse’s mind went blank. She sank to her knees with her fingers sliding in and out of her soaked pussy. She moaned. Loud. Louder! Slutty and loud. She screamed like a girl in heat who was denied their rightful relief for months. All thoughts about Gold or reward were gone. There was pure pleasure and nothing else. Her world shrunk to the sensations her nethers received.

If anyone thought she just acted, they’d be wrong. The Mouse lying on the floor of Lord Mechnehards manor was indeed the neediest creature in the realm, maybe the whole world. And she showed it. Not because she was supposed. Her frantic body forced her to. There was no holding back. She screamed and moaned like the goddess of sluts.

The Mouse rubbed and fingered out six months of unbearable frustration and need. Her body and mind were shattered by one orgasm after the other. Climaxes in magnitudes more intense than she’d ever dared to imagine. Orgasms that erased any thought from her mind. She was pure lust during those initial three dozen climaxes.

The Mouse hadn’t paid attention to the party that had been going on for hours. Consumed and overwhelmed with lust and relief, her surroundings a blur. Nothing mattered to her but her pleasure. Only later, when her lust subsided, already late in the evening, she became aware once more that a room filled with drunken men observed her. Lena, the professional she was, kept the show going despite her lust and desire for orgasms waning.

While the Mouse certainly was an onlooker and curiosity in the beginning, as the party grew older, less and less attention was given to the moaning Mouse. Not an unexpected development. Moreover, the girl’s squeaking sounds were still a welcome background noise for most attendees.

Without a different order given, Lena kept her show going. She stopped enjoying herself a while ago. Her body and mind were exhausted after hours of cumming. She lay in a large puddle of her fluids, and her fur was soaked and smelly. Her throat hurt from screaming. Likewise, her vagina was red and sore from her fingering. Her enjoyment purely acted at that point. But as a whore she was good at this kind of show and thus kept going. The reward promised was worth the discomfort. Lena reminded herself of that constantly.

Despite being late into the festivities, orgasms still hit Lena occasionally. Though unlike hours earlier, they were unpleasant and draining. Her pussy had become numb and swollen. Her voice turned into a rasp. Tears of pain and discomfort had long replaced the tears of joy in her eyes. Her senses slowly left her. The exhaustion and pain gradually wore the suffering Mouse down.

Bravely she kept masturbating—kept cumming–-kept squeaking. Thoughts of money, or any thoughts at all, were long gone. By now, almost automatically, she kept her show going. Any conscious thoughts had evaporated. Just a voice deep inside her told her she must keep going. Must keep cumming. Why? She didn’t care! Lena was used to do things she didn’t want to do. So she kept listening to the voice as she lay in her juices and pleasured her wrecked body. Until hours later, the Mouse finally passed out, drained and depleted.

A steady shaking and rustling woke Lena up. The Mouse was still tired after her ordeal. She wondered how long she had been unconscious. She, in fact, didn’t remember that she fell asleep in the first place. “I must have passed out during the party,” she assumed. The bright sun breaking through the curtains pained her eyes.

After Lena rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, she realized she still didn’t wear a single slice of fabric on her body. The fur was a mess, crusted and smelly with her own dried fluids. When the Mouse caught sight of the swollen lump of flesh between her legs, she gasped in horror.

Her labia, bloated to triple their normal size, hung between her legs in red and blue colors. She swallowed. “’S going to heal, but ain’t a pretty sight.” she thought. She doubted the throbbing and searing pain would dissipate soon. “Might take a week or two to heal,” she quietly whispered to herself. After a few deep breaths, the Mouse shakily pushed herself up from the bench she had slept on.

“Where the heck was I?” Lena thought and lifted the curtain on the window to glimpse outside. Confused and surprised, the Mouse realized she stood inside a carriage. Lush meadows met her eyes. “I am already out of the city! Did they just put me in here after the party, not even bothering to wait for me to wake up?” Lena wondered and couldn’t help feeling a bit insulted. The hilly landscape suggested they had left the city behind a while ago.

The Mouse inspected the inside of the carriage. “They surely didn’t leave me naked and dirty in here with nothing. Right?” She was alone, that wasn’t unexpected. To her relief, a nice and clean dress lay on the opposite bench. Relieved that she at least won’t have to start her new life naked, the Mouse kept scanning the carriage with her eyes.

She put off wearing the clothing right away. She enjoyed her nudity with no one in here and a warm breeze blowing through the window. That aside, her messy fur won’t be a more pleasant sensation with fabric rubbing at it. Lena noticed the small leather bag, and her heart jumped with joy.

The Gold! They did not betray her! Rufus kept his promise! Lena’s chest filled with excitement. Shakily, she grabbed the bag and opened it. Tears of joy ran down her cheeks. The promised 25 coins! Lena had to sit down. Until this very moment, she didn’t dare to believe that they would actually keep their word!

Lastly, the Mouse noticed a neatly folded letter. She grabbed it and began reading. Though, Lena wondered if Rufus realized the unlikeliness of a harbor whore being literate. The Mouse was certain Rufus didn’t know she could read. They never talked about her past, and if she’d been born in the harbor, the chance that she had ever seen a school would have been zero. “Did someone like Rufus simply assume anyone can read?” Lena asked herself.

Fortunately, Lena wasn’t born in poverty. Her parents owned a small carpenter’s workshop. But after their untimely death, her only child, Lena, had to care for herself. When she was still young, that meant thieving and begging. As she grew older, she replaced it slowly with whoring. And that would have been her whole and certainly short life until she died without Rufus’s intervention.

She couldn’t read well, having been at school for no more than two years, but slowly she deciphered the script.

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“Dear Madame Lena,

I dearly apologize for your sudden departure. As we discussed, we planned for you to leave the city after a well-done job. My Lord and I decided that it would be best if you leave as soon as possible.

The carriage will bring you to the city of Hochwald. It is a large, prosperous city, a three-week carriage drive from here. My apologies for the long ride. You will meet in Hochwald with a friend of mine who will get you settled there. He knows about the formalities a newcomer faces.

Further, he’ll be able to teach you the language spoken there. You can trust him. He is a good man. Equally, you can rely on my cousin who drives your carriage. He is a good company; I’m confident you’ll get along well.

Further, since we didn’t want to rob you, all the belongings we picked up in your home are in this carriage’s holding space. Lastly, I allowed myself to sell your home. I could haggle 15 silver coins for it, which I added to the bag with the Gold.

I wish you the best in your new life and am sure you will make the best of it. Maybe we have the chance to meet again one day, Lena.

Sincerely

Rufus Beck

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Lena indeed used her opportunity. With the fortune at hand, the Mouse decided she wanted to be a business owner. And while frowned upon by some, Lena had only expertise in one profession. Yet the young Mouse certainly was not without ambitions. Simply opening a brothel didn’t suffice. She desired to own the best brothel in town. One that fulfilled every and any wish. An establishment that treated its employees fairly and paid the prostitutes well.

The “Naughty Mermaid” succeeded and became the most renowned brothel in the trade quarter of Hochwald—a destination known far beyond the city walls. Lena advanced to be one of the wealthiest in Hochwald. Later, she opened brothels in other towns and branched into other businesses. The wealthy Mouse eventually owned several brothels, taverns, and even a theater.

Though even many decades later, after an eventful life, the Mouse could hardly believe how fortunate she was. The chances that all this happened were minuscule tiny. Nothing of this would have happened if she hadn’t agreed to the Horse as a customer all those years back. If Lord Mechenhard hadn’t passed by precisely at that point in time, nothing of this would have transpired either. Her life in the port quarters would have continued, and she’d died in poverty after a short life. This was the fate of a whore.

Yet even with all that coincidences, Lena often asked herself if Rufus knew how excessively he overpaid her. He could have offered 50 silver coins, and she’d still willingly accepted the job.

Did he simply not care how much he paid? Did he desire to pay a handsome amount to feel better about the horrible job he put her through? Did his Lord know how much he overpaid? Lena knew that while life-changing for most people, it was an insignificant amount of wealth for a noble. And while she knew little about the Lord, he didn’t seem to be the type who micromanages his finances. Lena never figured out an answer to those questions. Since, regretfully, she never met the good Rufus again. But Lena certainly never forgot the Lion that had changed her life.

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