Dripping water joined the sounds of the city as Melisara slunk through an alleyway. Her high heeled calf-high boots clicked on the cobbled streets while water droplets fell from gutters of roofs above her. She could dimly hear the bustle of crowds, sounds of horses and wagons, and other noise from the main roadways but the network of alleyways she had worked her way to was enough removed from most traffic it was a small afterthought. Slinking from piles of boxes to building corners and shadows she worked her way towards the kettle.
The slight breeze running over her naked thighs and butt gave her slight shivers of excitement, making her corset, boots and belt seem almost out of place. Melisara tried not to think about it overly much as she crept along. Suddenly she heard the sounds of a few whistles, and slow clapping. She stopped and looked around at the scene she had unwittingly walked into.
Three thugs stood before her, two armed with cudgels while one had a sword at his side along with several knives. The sword wielding fellow was clapping slowly, a black patch covering one eye of his face, framed by long stringy black hair and matching goatee. A quick glance behind her showed two more thugs completing the circle. One had a shoddy looking axe while the second was holding a length of rope.
"'Ello alley cat, you're a long ways from home I take it? Thanks for the show though, you're not half bad for a pretty thing," the one-eyed man said in a jesting fashion. "Might want to put on a bit more clothes lest you attract... unwanted attention."
"And I suppose you're fond of us cats? I wouldn't have guessed it with such a stag fest," Mel replied saucily as she sized up the thugs. "Five of you to take on little old me? I'm up for those numbers if you want, though I'd rather work out a deal and save you the humiliation."
"I think she's wanting it, boss. You should see the view from back here, I wouldn't mind giving it to her, eh? What with her asking for it," said one of the voices behind her.
"Alright lads, but don't rough her up too much. I know a few pet shops that pay good money for alley cats like this. After we toy with her a bit first..." Eyepatch replied, gesturing for his thugs to seize the elven lass.
Mel smiled coyly at the two thugs in front of her, then suddenly spun around and threw her duffel bag at the thug behind her holding the rope. She drew her rapier as she moved and quickly lashed out at the axe wielding fellow. A thin red line appeared across his throat that grew rapidly as blood trailed down his body and he fell to his knees, gargling and trying to breath as his life left him.
The rope holder dropped his rope and caught the duffel out of reflex, giving Melisara enough time to give a savage kick to one of his knees. He dropped to the ground with a cry as she slammed the basket hilt of her rapier against his face sending him unconscious. She spun to face the cudgel fellows who were now charging at her while Eyepatch drew his sword, hanging back a little.
One swung at her head as he ran forward. She sidestepped around him, sticking one leg out and tripping him enough to send him falling to his face. The second took no such chances and gave her a bit more respect, swinging his cudgel in a series of blows at her. She deflected and dodged as best she could but was forced backwards due to the larger man's power and the force of his blows. Suddenly her attacker backed off as she felt a pair of arms wrap around her from behind, grabbing at her chest and catching her bustier in her cleavage.
She brought a heel of her boot down hard on the foot of whoever was grabbing her. The man yelled in pain and released his grip enough for her to lunge forward and run the cudgel wielder through his chest, though she could hear an audible rip of her clothes as the material tore partially away. She danced to one side of the alley, trying to take in how many opponents remained.
Eyepatch had drawn his sword in one hand and a knife in the other, and one cudgel wielder was still alive and moving. The two moved towards her in tandem, forcing Mel to frown as her boobs spilled out from the half-destroyed bustier. "Come now, alley cat. Drop the sword and you'll find I'm quite reasonable," Eyepatch said. "In fact, you could even join our little crew and get a cut of the spoils. We'll all share and share alike, I bet you'll even find us enjoyable."
"How about you lick me?" Mel spat back as she suddenly rushed towards the cudgel wielder. She stabbed at him, a seemingly lazy shot that he parried aside with his cudgel. He smiled grimly thinking he had her until her foot shot up and connected with his right knee. The man fell to his knees, dropping his cudgel on the ground. Mel wasted no time as she quickly put her left hand on cudgel-wielder's shoulder and jumped over his body, spinning in mid-air to run him through from behind.
"Just you and me now, Eyepatch," Mel said as she panted lightly. "You should get better help before you go hunting alley cats, we bite and have claws!"
"That will just make breaking you more fun, pet," he retorted as the two began fencing in earnest. Mel focused on their fight, as much as she didn't like to admit it the man was pretty good. If his lackeys had been as skilled she would have been in serious trouble. Thankfully they were only bullies and not trained soldiers.
Eyepatch grinned as he stepped forward against her, cutting into her corset with his dagger at her cleavage and slicing through what remained of the material. Mel grabbed the falling cloth with her left hand and held it in front of her like a cloak as she backed away, boobs bouncing slightly as she moved.
"Such a pretty alley cat, you'd make a good bandit. I'd be happy to share my bed with you. Just ask around, Rufio does not disappoint," Eyepatch said as he looked her over appraisingly.
"Well this alley cat doesn't bed pond scum," Mel retorted as she wrapped her ruined corset around Rufio's dagger and threw the blade and cloth to the ground. Now they each had just a sword left, though Mel was out of clothes. "And the name is Melisara."
"Of course it is, alley cat." Rufio replied as they duelled. Mel snarled as she suddenly moved quickly, smacking his arm with the flat of her blade and then disarming him with a swift upward motion. Rufio gasped in surprise as he suddenly found her swordpoint at his throat. "Now, now just a minute alley cat! No need for violence.. you'll find I'm quite reasonable!" he stammered as he backed up into a wall.
"Save it for whoever finds you later," Mel spat at the man as she punched him in the face, dropping him to the ground as his eyes rolled back in his head.
*****
Several minutes later she had tied up Rufio and his surviving lackey with their own rope, shoving her ruined bustier into Rufio's mouth to keep him quiet. The other thug was silenced with one of his fellow's dirty socks. Personally she suspected Rufio got the better end of the bargain.
A small bag of coins was all she was able to find from the thugs, adding it to her own slim collection. She also found a scrap of paper with the name 'Julian' written upon it. This she also pocketed for later investigation. She took the time to get herself into the one scrap of clothing she had left, a front laced corset that did absolutely nothing really to cover her cleavage, but did support and display her boobs nicely while showing off her excellent figure. If she made it to the Kettle it would probably get her lots of offers, but that could be profitable as well.
Blowing the tied up bandits a kiss she turned and continued her way through the alley maze. |