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This is a story based on Glen Cook's creations. I've used the city of Tunfaire
and some of his characters from the the Garrett, P.I. books to give background
to my stories. I've also used the character of Phaia from the manga comic
"Spunky Knight" as the main basis of my heroine. The entire flashback story in
Chapter 2 comes straight out of Issue #1.

Anything else is by me.

Hope you enjoy reading it, and comments and feedback are very welcome!

BTW, this is my first time posting a story here after lurking for almost 2
years. 
 
Oh, yes. Ummm... this story is for adults only. If you don't qualify, go away
and don't go crying to mommy/daddy after you've read it. Everyone else... Enjoy!

This story will have practically everything in it by the time it's finished,
including more bizarre and extreme forms of sex like necrophilia, scat,
watersports, fisting, bestiality, gang-bangs, inter-species sex, pedo,
exhibitionism, killings etc. Then again, it's all fantasy, so anything goes, right?

A Sticky Situation	

CHAPTER 2

Ah... the Hill. What can I say about it, except that was where the rich
overlords of Tunfaire, the movers and shakers, the ones with the money and
power stayed. It was up north, past the Dream Quarter, where the temples of
the cities thousand and one cults and religions made their home. The streets
are much cleaner here. More brightly lit, and safer too, since the City Watch
take care to look after the welfare of those who hold the power to hire and
fire over them.

The mansion of the StormWarden Argent Sable stood almost at the top of the
Hill, status being measured by the proximity of your residence to the crest of
the hill. And StormWarden Sable was really powerful, both in the magic
department and the political arena. I wondered what he was doing back in the
Cantard, away from all the fighting. Say what you will of our fair city's
leaders, at least in this one respect, money and status didn't make any
difference. The war down South was important, and they certainly did their
share. 

The StormWarden's place was huge, massive, even, and brooding, built in mock
gothic imperial style that was popular a few centuries ago. Cavorting
gargoyles and various uglies chased each other all over the facade. Oh, Ymir.
One of those pretentious ones. The ones that feel they have to impress you
with their money, wealth, status and power.

I couldn't have been more wrong.

Once inside, after a quick lookover by suspicious guards, the interior didn't
match up with the outside. It was all light and airy, with a lot of maple wood
furniture, open spaces and rugs thrown all over the floor. The butler took my
cloak, and compressed his lips when he saw what I was wearing, but being well
trained and the epitome of the stiff-upper-lip school of butlering, he said
nothing beyond, "This way, milady," with a bit too much emphasis on the 'lady'
for my taste.

Still, I was dressed to please myself, not anyone else. And I was wearing my
usual working gear. All black leather. Thigh high boots made of soft, supple
leather. The rest of my outfit consisted mainly of leather straps, used for
the main purpose of providing me with places to hang my gear on, and I had a
lot of gear, some of which wasn't immediately obvious. Two tiny triangles that
barely covered my nipples left my tits uncovered and a slightly larger
triangle that was just enough to cover my cunt hair. In fact, it was so small
and tight down there, my pussy lips were bulging out at the sides, and the
thin thong that cut through my crotch left my ass totally bare.

If you're wondering why someone in my line of work is wearing something so
obviously impractical, let me tell you a little story.

Somewhere down the line, the giant gods played a really mean trick on me. Even
though I was a half-breed giant, I didn't look it. Mom was the shortest of the
lot, standing at only 8 feet in her socks... if she bothered to wear any at
all. And my flaming red hair comes from mom's side too, since they were fire
giants. I stand only 5' 8" in my socks. IF I bothered to wear any, and I
thought I'd gotten a pretty raw deal for someone with fire giant blood. I was
taller than most human females, though, and manage to hold my own with human
males. What I did get from mom's side, though, was my strength. I don't look
it, being quite well proportioned, and not overly muscular like some of the
amazon-type female warriors, but I am stronger than oh... 3 or 4 men. Works
out quite well in my line of work. And my skin is tougher than normal. It
gives me the equivalent protection of leather armour, so you can see I don't
slice easily, although a sword thrust is another story.

So you can see why I wear as little as I can get away with without being
carted off to the Slough of Despond -- Tunfaire's jail -- for indecent
exposure. I don't need the armour. Plate is good, but a little showy and
noisy. Anything else was as good as my skin. So I sacrificed the weight and
extra protection for speed and mobility. Besides, it gives me an advantage in
a fight. Most men just can't take me seriously when I'm dressed like a whore
playing toy soldier. So while they're still making up their minds whether to
whip me or fuck me, I get the first strike.

But the giant gods were definitely out to get me, what with their warped sense
of humour and all. I mean, they think it's funny to cut someone up and tie
their entrails to a tree, then set wolves chasing after the poor sod just so
they can watch him wind his guts round it. I mean, I'm a giant 'breed, right?
Flaming red hair and all. I'm a bounty hunter, right? Mean, tough bitch
that'll bite off your balls and chew 'em up for breakfast, right? So why by
all the giant gods did they have to give me big, bouncy tits with ENORMOUSLY
large, I mean huge nipples? My nipples stick out like a sore thumb because
that's how large and thick they are! And a slim waist that helps a lot in
combat because I can twist and dodge a lot better, but they had to go and
spoil it all by giving me this ass that wiggles and jiggles when I walk on my
long, slim legs.

And don't get me started about my cunt, either. Thick, fleshy pussy lips that
dangle down an inch from my plump cunt mound, and a clit that's the size of a
pea sticking out an inch from its hood. Gods above, I tell you if I wasn't a
bounty hunter, I'd probably have been the most successful and popular whore in
the history of Tunfaire.

Shit, who's gonna take me seriously when they see me coming? That's why I make
it a point to make sure my rep stays tough.

And I could see all of this and more in the eyes of the StormWarden. He looked
a normal, ordinary fellow. Nothing distinguishing to mark him as one of the
city's most powerful sorcerers... until you noticed the air of competent power
that he projected. 

Whoa, girl. Better play it straight here.

"Ms... Sapphire Steele?" Deep bass. What, I wondered, was he doing with a
flunky like Softy?

"StormWarden Sable. I got here as quickly as I could." 

"So I was told." Was that a flash of wry humour in those obsidian eyes?

"Right." I was being brisk and all business now. "Who do you want me to find?"

Instead of answering me, one of Tunfaire's major powers walked off and led me
to his study. It was a bit like him. Quiet, undistinguished. But every piece
of furniture and every book that lined the walls were there for a purpose, and
you could almost feel the magic from all those years of study and practice
charging the air in the room.

He turned and watched me enter. I had to give him full marks for his control.
I mean, here I was, practically bare-assed naked, sexy as hell, if I say so
myself, with a walk that set old men drooling, radiating a silent "FUCK ME"
siren call to 99% of the male population and he watched me with absolutely no
more emotion in his eyes than he would have given an old servant bringing in
his afternoon tea. My respect for him went up even more.

I sat down in one of his chairs, unconsciously sitting with my legs spread
wide open so that my leather crotch covering practically disappeared into my
wet slit, exposing my cunt lips. I mean, I'd done it for so many years it was
automatic and I never gave it a second thought. Not until I looked into his
eyes again. By then it was too late to do anything about it, so I decided to
tough it out. By Ymir's iron balls, I'd outfaced hairier men than this.

I never noticed him making any sort of signals, but as soon as we were seated,
the butler came in again with some drinks. I never found out how the smooth
bastard did it, but I was served my favourite drink. Dark ale, all foamy and
drawn straight from the keg. The StormWarden had a glass of purplish red
wine... claret, I guess.

He looked at me and all of a sudden, my cunt woke up and began to itch like
crazy. Oh, gods, I wanted his cock inside me! Aware that my cunt juices would
seep out sooner or later, what with my legs spread wide open like that, I
tried to speed up the interview so I could leave before I embarrassed myself
further by showing him evidence of how much I wanted him to fuck me. Before I
could say anything, however, he spoke.

"Your appearance belies your reputation, Ms Steele."

Tactful sod. "Yeah, well, it's... useful."

"I find I am in need of your particular talents. I need you to locate someone
for me."

"Hey, that's what I do. I'm a bounty hunter, after all. You want him dead or alive?"

"Alive, please." Yes, definitely a flash of wry humour there. "And it's a
'her', nor 'him'."

Her??? A female??? Now, there's nothing wrong with the female sex, but most of
the folks I bump into in my line of work are males, for some reason. Maybe us
females can get what we want without having to resort to crude, lawless
methods. Unlike the poor men who have nothing else to offer, especially that
piece of equipment between their legs.

"Alright... who is she?"

"She's... my daughter." Gods, the amount of pride he'd had to swallow to make
that admission. Like I said, he was already sky-high in my estimation, so I
tried to make it easy on him.

"Kidnapped? They want ransom or something? That's more like Garrett's line of
work, you know. You ever hear of him?"

"Yes, his name was brought to my attention. However, he is out of town on an
assignment. Down to the Cantard, I believe, but no," he continued. "She wasn't
kidnapped. She ran away... with her boyfriend."

Oh, great, girl. Why don't you put both feet into your big mouth at the same
time? Save you all that trouble.

"How do you know?" Might as well play it straight. I figured he could take it
like a man.

"She didn't leave a note if that's what you mean, but I made some enquiries."
If I remembered correctly, StormWarden Sable was a widower, and his daughter
was the only child. She would've been spoilt rotten. Wonderful. I sighed
mentally. 

"Do you know where she is?"

"Yes." Hmm. Weird. If he knew, why call me in?

"And..?" This was going to be difficult if he needed the prompting.

"She's... down in the Tenderloin. And her boyfriend leads a packs of ogres."

Sheee...it, girl! Gods, I would EARN every single copper groat of my fee! That
short sentence told me a lot. It meant that his daughter was probably living
it up as a whore, shacking up with her ogre boyfriend, the pimp. AND he had a
bunch of ogres to back him up. The worst of it was, there was no way the
StormWarden was able to charge in there to rescue her -- if she needed any
rescuing in the first place -- because that would have meant he'd be butting
heads with the kingpin of Tunfaire's underworld... Chodo Contague.

Chodo was... Chodo. Tunfaire's Kingpin, crimeboss, emperor of Tunfaire's
underworld. He was a hairless, colourless, ugly lump confined in a wheelchair,
and he looked like a helpless cripple. Until you look in his eyes. Chodo's
eyes mirror his rotten soul and the fury, lust and murder there show you just
why he is the undisputed king of the dunghill. Nobody, but nobody, messes
around with Chodo. Not even a StormWarden.

This was getting better and better. The giant gods were having a roaring time
at my expense today.

"So... do you think she left willingly? Or did you have a quarrel and she's
doing this to pay you back?"

He looked away to hide the pain in his eyes. "We were close, once... but since
her mother died, we drifted further and further apart... the pressures of
ruling the city... the war in the Cantard... she grew up even before I knew
it. And I discovered I never even knew the girl that is my daughter."

Hmm. Standard sob story of the rich and shameless. Poor little rich girl.
Daddy's girl, wanting his love and attention, but not knowing how to get it.
And both end up hurting the ones they love most. I may be only eighteen, but
I've seen a lot of life and its seamier side.

I kept my mouth shut, though. Hell, no one is perfect. From all accounts, the
StormWarden did try to do his level best for the city, and gave his all in the
war in the Cantard. Too bad there wasn't any of him left over for his daughter.

"What's her name?"

"Jade. We... my wife and I... named her that for her green eyes."

Great. A description at last. Turned out she was sixteen, blonde, tall, very
pretty with a curvy figure. She'd go down like gangbusters in the Tenderloin.
Line up, line up to sock it to an aristocrat's daughter. The johns would pay,
and gladly... especially if she was willing. Finding her wouldn't be a
problem. Getting her back would.

"Was she a virgin when she ran away?" Now, why did I ask that?

"I don't know... judging from her actions, I'd have to say... no." OK. So he
was being a realist.

"Do you know where she is now?"

Gods, I swear. That stone face of his seemed to crack for just a moment. But
he held it in. "She's working over in Kitty's Pleasure Palace. The ogre, her
'boyfriend' is her pimp and she's doing twenty or thirty customers a day. I -
want - my - daughter - OUT - of there and back here."

Why can't anything, the things that matter most, ever be easy? "What if she
doesn't want to come?"

"How can she not?!!!" he exploded. "You can't mean to tell me she -- she --
LIKES it there? Doing what she's doing???"

"It depends," I coolly pointed out. "Inside every woman, there's a hot-cunted
slut just waiting to get out. Look at me. Some never do, 'cos it's buried so
deep. Others discover it and there's no stopping them. You've done your
homework on me. You should know that all the girls who work in my place do it
because they like it. They have to. You can't pay any girl enough to do what
they do. You can threaten and drug them. But you can't pay them. Hell, I've
got kids as young as eleven or twelve working there because they can't get
enough goblin cock. I don't know about your daughter, but if she loves it,
there's no way I can bring her back out again." 

I was giving it to him hard. I guess he needed to wake up from his fantasy
that daddy's little girl doesn't put out. If she was spreading her legs for
twenty or thirty johns a day -- and over at Kitty's, you don't get the refined
clientele but the scum of the street... beggars, cripples, the homeless -- she
was not only putting out, but loving it. Either that, or she was doing it
drugged or because she was being beaten into it. But if her boyfriend was an
ogre... well, the StormWarden had brains enough to put two and two together.
Now, if he would only use them.

He refused to use them. "I don't care. I want her OUT! I don't care how much
it costs. I'll pay."

"Anything? You don't care?"

"Just get her back. I'll pay whatever it takes." Gods, he didn't like me at
that moment. I wouldn't have given a wooden groat for my chances of ever
getting him into my oozing pussy.

"I'll charge you expenses. But for my main fee..." I paused. Alright, girl go
for it. No pain, no gain. No guts, no glory. "For my main fee, I want you to
remove a curse from me."

"What??!!" There. THAT startled him enough out of his mire of self-pity.

"I said, I want you to remove a curse from me." And I told him why.

+++

If you think humans are biased towards half-breeds, you should see how the
non-humans treat breeds.

I never knew how mom met dad. Hell, I never even knew who dad was. I was a
bastard, pure and simple, and no one wanted me except mom. For the first
couple of years of my life, I was living a bare existence. Every other giant
ignored me like I wasn't there... except when they wanted me to do scut work.
Every night, I could hear mom's parents, brothers, sisters, uncles, aunts,
cousins... the whole fucking family... ream her out because of me.

When I was five, I guess mom couldn't take it any more. She left me at a
monastery. But before she did that, she told me it was for my own good, that
I'd be free to make my own way in the world instead of being beholden to her
whole crummy family.

The place she'd left me at was the monastery of the Sisters of the Moon, a
warrior priestess organisation that worshipped the Lady in the Moon, and went
around protecting other women from abuse by men. And yes, they were all
lesbians. I got sucked into it almost from day one. I looked human. I acted
human. And I was very careful, after a few accidents, to hide my true
strength. No one ever found out.

They put me into training as an acolyte warrior priestess. I may go into
detail about that at some later date. They taught me how to fight, all the
secret empty hand techniques handed down from generation after generation of
warrior priestesses. They taught me two schools of weapon fighting. And I was
being inducted into the first level of moon-magics, so I could participate
fully in the full moon rituals.

When I was fifteen, I was sent out on my final test. It was a real assignment.
Succeed, and I'd be a full-fledged warrior priestess. Fail.. well, failure
meant my death anyway, so that wasn't much of a concern.

There was a human/demon half-breed that had been terrorising the countryside
to the south. He'd come in out of nowhere and taken over a ruined tower. After
rebuilding, he'd gathered a motley crew of non-humans and breeds to himself,
then he went out and captured straying farm girls, always pretty and young, to
practice his particular form of sex magicks. He'd cast a spell on them, and
then when they were willing and able, he'd fuck them to death. At least they
died in ecstasy.

I went in, full of fire and zeal. The Sisterhood had been good to me. I
developed a sense of self-worth that I could never have obtained otherwise, so
I guess mom was right there. I was trained to do something worthwhile, and
what training it was! And my young body had been introduced to sex, although
it was the lesbian kind, from age five. I wanted to prove myself worthy.

His guards weren't much of a problem. Like I said, they were rejects, the
lowest of the low, and compared to my training, I might as well have been
fighting the dummies I used for sword practice.

I'd cast a minor spell of concealment on myself, so I could sneak into the
demon's tower unnoticed. What no one told me was that the demon's power and
magick was stronger than that given to me by the Lady in the Moon. His was sex
magick, the power of life and death, and it swept away my pitiful spell as if
it wasn't there. Then, he laid hands on me... and cast his spell on me.

How well I remember his words then: "You stupid cunt! Did you think to go
against me with your pitiful Sisterhood training? Killing those worthless scum
means nothing! This is as far as you go!" I felt a tingling pass through me,
and my body grew warmer. My armour was too tight, too hot... I needed to take
it all off...

"What have you done to me?" I cried.

His laugh was cruel. "I've increased your body's sexual sensitivity one
hundred times! I've increased your natural sexual appetites a hundred fold!
I've swept away all your inhibitions... there's nothing you wouldn't do for
sex! And now... now, I'm going to fuck you to death, my stupid little cunt...
and, maybe after I have you, I'll take care of the rest of your precious Sisterhood!"

Oh, but the bastard was magnificent. His body was like a god's, his face
cruelly handsome, and his cock... his cock was a thing alive. It was fully 12
inches long and 5 inches thick, and the thick veins criss-crossing it writhed
like snakes, throbbing, never ceasing.

Then he placed the tip of his cock at the entrance of my cunt... and I
exploded into a million pieces as the most shattering orgasm I'd ever felt hit
me. I was deep in the throes of my never-ending orgasm as he raped away my
virginity... but how can I call it rape when I wanted, ached, desired for his
cock with every fibre of my being?

He took me countless times, in countless ways, shoving his prick till it was
deep in my cunt, past my cervix and he was shooting his potent sperm straight
into my womb; he fucked my asshole for the first time and flooded my bowels
with his cum; he thrust himself down my throat and filled my belly with his
hot seed; he fist-fucked me deeply, burying his hands elbow deep into my cunt
and rectum; he made me eat our shit and drink our piss until I vomited, and
made me eat that as well; and he did it again and again, over and over, making
me cum my brains out; I was in love with him, I would have died for him, as he
intended me to.

I still remember screaming, over and over, "I'M CUMMING! OH, GODS, I CAN'T
STOP CUMMINGGGG!!!!! MORE, MORE!!! DON'T STOP FUCKING ME!!!!" and his reply,
"Idiot! Fool! Cunt-for-brains! My sexual energy far exceeds that of a mere
human. I won't wear out until your human body dies of pleasure and fatigue!
I'll fuck you until your mortal mind is driven insane!!!!"

Any normal, human girl would have died from pure pleasure and exhaustion long
ago. But although I looked human, I wasn't. And that was what saved my life, I
guess. My giant genes gave me strength and endurance beyond that of a 'mere
mortal', my tissues and muscles were able to withstand the ferocious assaults
of his monstrous cock, and I discovered my capacity for sex and pleasure was
more than a match for his.

The morning came, as I stirred lazily back to my senses again. I was sticky,
totally caked in cum. Every single inch of me was literally plastered in dried
and drying cum. I had to clear my eyelashes before I could see, and wipe my
nostrils clear so I could breathe. My mouth felt and tasted foul... no wonder,
since I'd eaten shit, piss, cum and vomit. My insides were flooded with his
cum. My tits ached with need, my nipples so stiff and sensitive the very
slight breeze caused my cunt to awaken with renewed desire. My cunt and
asshole hung open, semen still leaking out, loose and gaping from the
uncountable times he had fucked me senseless with his giant cock and arms. I
felt good, I felt wonderful, I felt ALIVE!

I felt him stirring beneath me. "Oh, my goddddssss..."he moaned. "Two hundred
and thirty eight times!"

"Oh, goody, you're awake!" I chirped, as I reached for his limp cock. "Let's
continue... I need to fuck some more!"

"I can't," he moaned pitifully, "I'm exhausted! There's nothing left!"

I had been sucking on his cock, feeling that wonderful thickness stirring to
life inside my mouth, awakened by my lips and tongue. "Oh? Well, that's not
what this little fucker here says!"

I rose up, and straddled him. My cunt gaped wide open, and a dollop of cum
plopped out of the holes between my legs, lubricating his erect shaft. "You
promised to fuck me till I was completely satisfied, remember?" I lowered
myself onto his cock, heedless of his feeble protests, feeling my orgasm build
up again as I felt his thick cock slide into my hungry pussy. "And honey, I'm
not even CLOSE to being satisfied!"

I used my tired legs to pump myself on his turgid prick. My loose vagina
easily accepted his massive cock, as I plunged it all the way into my cervix.
I held it inside me, as I squeezed my internal muscles together, hoping to
coax another blast of hot cum to fill up my empty womb.

"No! Oh, demons below You're a succubus! That's what you are! A succubus!"

"No, I'm not, honey," I said, as I felt the first spurts of cum hitting my
womb. "I'm just a very horny girl, and I'll suck you all you want, right after
I fuck you." And with that, I let my orgasm take control of my body.

But the demon gave a frightful wail, and right before my astonished eyes, he
began to shrivel and dry up. I could actually feel his cock shrinking inside
my cunt! 

Before long, I was fucking the dried, mummified remains of the demon and
cumming my brains out. I was still so horny, I sat on the dead demon, fucking
his shriveled cock for half a day before I quit.

I thought the demon's death would've removed the spell, or curse he'd placed
upon me, but I'd no such luck.

The journey back to the Sisterhood took two long weeks. I was so incredibly
horny, I ended up fucking my horse, and any stray dogs or travelers we ran
into. The animals were the best, since they could keep on fucking for a long
time, often several times after they came inside me, before they finally quit.
Even so, I nearly fucked my horse to death by the time we reached the monastery.

And guess what happened to me then?

The giant gods were having a rare good laugh at my expense. Even after I'd
succeeded in my mission, I couldn't remain in the Sisterhood because I was no
longer a virgin, and had been sullied by the touch (and cock) of a male. Hell,
I knew I REEKED of cum even after two weeks, but they didn't have to get THAT
snotty about it all.

So I kissed the Sisterhood goodbye with my middle finger, and made my way to
Tunfaire where I've been for the past two years, where I've made it my
ambition to be the best bounty hunter the city has ever seen, and to fuck my
way through the entire male population before I leave.

+++

The StormWarden sat silently after I'd finished telling my story. I really
couldn't make out what he was thinking, his eyes were so closed.

Then, abruptly, he spoke, "It's agreed, then. Get my daughter back, and I'll
try to remove your curse from you."

"'Try?'"

"I cannot do or promise anything until I've had time to study the curse... and
its effects on you."

No shit. Still, this was the best chance I've had of getting the curse removed
from me since I met up with that damned demon. And half a chance is better
than none.

"It's a deal." And we shook on it.

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