New entry for the poll driven story “A Night at the Drunken Crow Inn”

You can find the new entry below the break or read the story in its current entirety HERE.

Content warning: story is super non-con and is leaning into misogynistic abuse right now.

The Barbarian moaned and fell onto her side, hands on her crotch and knees closed tightly together as her whole body began to convulse with pleasure.

“Something like that,” the leader said with a cruel chuckle.

He put his foot on the Barbarian’s shoulder and pushed her over onto her back. “Having fun? I’ve always wanted to see what a handful of Aspier powder would do to a woman. Cost me a small fortune to buy it but so far it looks like it will be worth every coin I spent on it.”

Her body eased just long enough for her to growl, “I’ll kill you,” before she tightened up into a ball, moaning and quivering from forced pleasure.

“She’s going to keep cumming till her mind starts to break,” the man said to his men. “Maybe we’ll have some fun with her in a bit but right now I think I just want to see the huge-titted brute rolling around helpless on the floor while she has orgasm after mind-melting orgasm forced from her.”

“Aspier powder?” Urilee slurred, struggling to get up on her elbows to look at what was going on at the other end of the room. “That stuff is, like, totally dangerous. Even the Mushroom Munchers won’t touch it.” She looked bleary-eyed from the moaning, writing Barbarian on the ground to the cruel look on the leader’s face. “This isn’t right… you guys… you’re evil!” She moved to get out of bed but collapsed, far too inebriated to even remain upright any longer.

“Awwww, the dumb drugged-up bitch is finally starting to get it,” the leader said, voice filled with glee. “Now that IS fun. It’s always nice when the fuckmeat realizes what’s happening. Because that’s all you are, just fuckmeat. Not a person, women aren’t people, you know that right? You’re just a series of warm, wet holes and nice soft curves that exist to be used by men to pleasure themselves.”

“No,” Urilee groaned, confused. “You don’t really think like that?”

All three men erupted into laughter. “Of course we do,” the leader said, wiping a tear of mirth from his eye. “But I wouldn’t expect a dumb thing like you to understand. Every man that’s ever been kind to you, given you a sliver of respect, it’s all been a lie. Men only pretend to treat women like people, but deep down even if they deny it they KNOW you’re just things.”

“Stop it,” Urilee said, choking back a sob. “No one can think like that.”

“But we do. You’re just a thing here for our enjoyment,” he said, waving the other two men towards Urilee. “We’ll show you, you’re just pleasurable fuckmeat we’re going to spend the night enjoying. Something soft and fuckable to feel up before we start using you.”

“Leave her alo—” the Barbarian tried to growl between orgasms then collapsed back into a helpless pile of quivering, moaning flesh.

The three men didn’t so much as acknowledge her as they climbed onto the bed and began groping Urilee, grabbing at every part of her body. She groaned and wiggled, asking them to stop. They ignored her and kept crudely feeling her up, grabbing handfuls of her huge breasts, squeezing and pinching. They grabbed at her pussy, rubbing it then one of them slapped it to make her yelp.

“You’re pathetic,” the leader barked cruelly as he grabbed her neck and squeezed, pushing her down into the soft mattress. “But it’s okay to be pathetic when you’re a woman, it’s your nature.”

Urilee gasped, eyes open wide in terror as he desperately gasped for air. The other men, having seen how she’d reacted to having her pussy slapped, were gleefully slapping her all over. They slapped her tits, pushed her hips over and slapped her plump ass then dropped it back down and pulled her legs open to slap her pussy again.

“Don’t worry,” the leader said, squeezing her neck a bit tighter and making her eyes bulge, “we’re just getting warmed up.” He let go of her neck and allowed her to gasp in a much-needed lungful of air. “You look like you need to relax, take a hit you drugged-up slut,” he said as he grabbed her pipe and shook it.

“I don’t want to do this anymore,” she whined.

“Too bad,” he grunted, shoving the pipe in her mouth. “Now take a hit. You don’t want to find out what the ‘or else’ would be.”

Tears welling up in her eyes, Urilee took a hit of the Charillian Vapors. As she held them in her lungs her tense body eased and when she blew them out the stressed fearful look on her face melted to one of calm bliss.

“That’s better,” the leader said, stroking her cheek.

What are the men going to do with Urilee next? (Choose up to 2 options from this poll)

What happens with the Barbarian during the next entry? (Choose up to 2 options from this poll)

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