New Entry For The Backer Driven Story “She Will Endure”

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

Content Warnings/Kink Spoilers: This is a large entry coming in at just over 8,000 words. It contains HEAVY Non-con, misogyny kink, humiliation, a gangbang, a lot of slapping, and lots of messy cum.

A quick reminder that this is one of my “Backer Driven” stories. It’s being written and posted like my other poll driven stories, except only the high level backer paying for it gets to see and vote in the polls for what happens next. As of this posting I’ve still got one of those slots open on my Patreon if you’re interested!

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They’ve arrived! It feels like it’s taken so long, yet I’d not expected them to come to the inn so soon. Now my mission truly begins… yet I must not act hastily. I must be careful and not let on I’m anything but what I am pretending to be. Not draw attention in any way that would make them think I’m an agent of the Sisterhood less they spook and flee the city, flee this inn we KNEW they’d come to stay in.

“It’s time for the party to wind down for the evening,” Lockwood declared, drawing her attention back to the others still in the dining hall.

And what is HE up to now, she thought, looking suspiciously at the man she’d grown to truly despise more than any other during that night.

“I know many of you have wives to get home to. I think it’s time you do. But you, you, and you. I hate to offend my other dear friends so, but I value your companionship above all others. We’ve been like brothers for so many long years and I know you three have no warm women waiting at your lonely homes. Perhaps you will stay but a bit longer with me? We’ve still got this Black Midnight Grog to drink. We’ll share it and see if what the fat-titted serving wench proclaimed is true, that it is so good it will blind us!”

The wench’s impulse was to watch Lockwood closely. The three men he’d chosen to stay behind were the strongest and most odious of his little group of fawning sycophants. That he’d chosen THOSE three seemed to imply he meant more trouble, but what?

But no, I can’t just stand about and watch them, she realized. I must go about my duties in a most normal manner less I draw the cloaked stranger’s attention.

With a heavy sigh the woman going by the name of Audrey went back to her duties, which at that point in the night mostly consisted of clearing tables and returning dirty dishes to the inn’s kitchen where the two young men who attended to such tasks were washing up after the busy night.

She was aware, only distractedly, of Lockwood’s gang saying their farewells and leaving. Only after the hated Huntsman and his three chosen companions were left did they begin passing around the large mug filled with the special grog, laughing happily as they relived the night’s highlights.

Her face burned with shame as she heard them mostly talking crudely about her. To distract herself, continue her role as tavern wench, and get a closer look at the target of her mission, she approached the cloaked figure. “And anything for you?” she asked, doing all she could to hide her interest in them.

“A simple plate of cheese and bread,” they replied. “And a warm cider if it’s available. I want only a small meal after a hard day’s travel. And who do I speak to about renting a room?”

“The innkeeper, Galdwin,” she told him. “I’ll inform him you’re interested in lodging and return shortly with your meal.”

She hurried off, struggling not to look back at the figure. Barely looked at me, good. And didn’t even seem to notice my cursed breasts. That’s a surprise, but I’ll take it as a blessing.

As she prepared the cloaked stranger’s requested meal Galdwin approached her. “Is that late arrival looking to rent a room?”

“Yes, ser,” she replied, trying to sound as though she had little interest in the stranger. “I told them I’d let you know they were looking for lodging. We’ve plenty of rooms to let tonight, yes?”

“Yes, we do. Only a few filled at the moment,” Galdwin said, stroking his chin and staring out at the dining hall. “Even so, it was a VERY profitable evening. We made a LOT of coin, more than we normally make in a full week. But we’ve got a problem.” He pointed at Lockwood. “That grog they ordered, it seems the label spoke true. Look at those boys, literally blind drunk. They seem to be struggling to see, they’ll never find their way home now. Wouldn’t be safe to kick them out at last call. Being as they spent so much money tonight I think I’ll let them crash in some of those unfilled rooms. You’ll help them up to let them sleep it off.”

“Yes, ser,” she replied, gritting her teeth. She’d hoped her ordeal with the hated Huntsmen and his men had been over for the night. Not only had she hoped to not have to deal with them anymore she was eager to retire to her small bedroom so she could begin making plans now the target of her mission had arrived.

At least they look drunk enough to soon pass out, she thought as she gave the four men an anxious, appraising look. And they HAVE been blinded by that Grog, at least mostly. How much trouble can they get up to disabled so?

She delivered the stranger’s food and drink, struggling not to look too interested in them as she did. Once more, they seemed to barely notice me. That’s very good. If I’m just part of the background here I’ll be able to maneuver more effectively.

Galdwin was at Lockwood’s table, explaining that he’d be letting them sleep things off for the night upstairs. “Can’t let you boys go home like this,” he was saying as the wench approached the table. “Audrey here will help you upstairs.”

“Up the stairs?” Lockwood slurred. “And me blind! I’ll miss her huge mountains of fuckmeat jiggling and bouncing as we ascend the stairs.”

The other three men laughed drunkenly, one moving to slap his back but missing and falling blindly out of his chair instead.

That stuff really was strong, she thought. “Come on, boys,” she told them with a begrudging sigh. “I’ll help you four up the stairs.”

The journey was more of an ordeal than she’d expected. The three needed constant help thanks to their inebriation and temporary blindness, being led or held up less they stumble. It required her to be nearer to all four than she wanted to be, which allowed them all to grope, slap, and grab at her endlessly. They acted as though these unwelcome touches were but an accident, but she knew better. Even blinded the men were pigs.

By the time they reached the top of the stairs she felt angry and soiled by their improper, crude touches. Worse, however, was that their stumbling gropes for support had frequently led to them slamming into her massive breasts, often even “grabbing” onto them for support. Thanks to the curse on her breasts the crude, rough stimulation had left her flush with arousal, something that made her feel even more angry, both at these drunken fools AND her body.

At least they’ve been mostly silent. They’ve said barely a word, thank the gods. They all look near to passing out. As soon as I have them in their rooms I’ll be done with them for the night. And I can look forward to how painfully hung over the villains will be in the morning!

“This room is open,” she said, opening the first door they came to. “Who’ll be taking this room for the night?”

“I know who’ll take the room,” Lockwood slurred, stumbled towards her then tripping in a drunken stupor. She went to catch him, but instead he grabbed her. Her heart stopped as the man righted himself and stared into her eyes, his vision suddenly clear and all signs of drunkenness gone from his face.

“YOU’LL be taking the room,” he told her, grinning in a way that sent a chill down her spine.

He then shoved her through the open door. The other three men rushed past the Huntsman, pushing her further into the bedroom. They too were no longer blinded and seemed to be cured suddenly of their drunkenness.

Faking it, she realized, panic setting in as she realized the danger she was in.

The thought had barely raced through her head when one of the goons grabbed hold of her hair and jerked her back. She yelped in pain, reaching back to try and pry his fingers from around her hair.

Another of the men slapped her hard across the face. The blow was hard enough to send her stumbling sideways. She’d probably have fallen over but the man holding her hair yanked it hard again, pulling her back. At the same time the third man grabbed her arm and jerked her in the opposite direction the blow to her face had sent her reeling.

She yelped and groaned in pain as the three yanked, slapped, pulled, and pushed her over and over again. They kept her disoriented, abusing and pushing and pulling her till she had no idea what direction she was facing.

The abuse felt like it lasted an hour, but the assault lasted only long enough for Lockwood to close and lock the door to the room. Once he had done that the three goons pulled her to her feet and forced her to face the Huntsman, two holding her arms and the other wrapping an arm around her neck from behind to hold her in place and keep her from struggling.

“Go ahead, scream for help,” Lockwood told her as he stood by the locked door and grinned evilly at her. “No one is going to come help you, good old Galdwin will ensure that. And he told me he’d like the others to hear your screams. He wants them all to know your body is finally for sale and that you’ll endure anything they want to do to it.”

She glared at the man, shaking in fear and having little doubt he was telling the truth. The memories of herself as a brave warrior of the Sisterhood flashed into her mind. There had been a time she’d have been able to take four brutes like these men on alone and unarmed. But now? She had gone soft after so many years. She’d had little choice as her oversized breasts made fighting with any meaningful skill nearly impossible.

And even if I could overpower these men I wouldn’t, she realized. I can’t do anything that would reveal myself as an agent of the Sisterhood, especially now that my target has arrived. He saw me as a tavern wench who blended into the background, I have to keep it that way even if that means becoming the kind of wench who men get to take liberties with.

She decided that she’d endure anything these men did to her, yet part of her still rebelled at the idea. “I’ll not give you the satisfaction of hearing me call for help,” she retorted, knowing by the stomach-turning look on the Huntsman’s face he WANTED her to scream out.

“We’ll see,” he said, sneering evilly at her. His expression then softened. “This could have been avoided, you know,” he told her, giving her a pitting look. “If you’d done what most tavern wenches do, spread your legs for a few coins, you’d not be here about to be gang raped by me and my boys. You’d have been able to flirt and bed only the men you found pleasing. Men would have WORKED to be let to pay you. But you chose to keep your thick thighs closed. And now when men pay for you it won’t even be you they’ll be handing it to, but Galdwin.”

She kept glaring at the man, not saying anything.

“I don’t know what power he holds over you, but he’s quite sure you’ll allow us to do ANYTHING to you. Perhaps it’s as he says, you just need this job. I think there is more to it, but I suppose it’s none of my concern. What I know is I’ve paid my coin and now we get to do with you as we please.”

“Fine,” she spat out. “I’ll service you all. I might hate it, but I DO need this job. So let go of me and no more talk of ‘raping’ me. I’ll do what you—”

Lockwood’s hand flew up then slapped into her face, delivering a blow that would have sent her crashing to the floor if the other three men hadn’t been holding her up. She yelped in pain then whimpered, longing for her arm to be free so she could hold it to her cheek to soothe the stinging pain of the blow.

“Oh, you’ll do what we want, but not willingly. Half the fun is going to be FORCING you. But yes, you’ll take it, you’ll endure anything we dole out. And you’ll do it as passively as possible or we’ll slap and beat you into submission. A person takes part in sex, but you’re not a person, are you? You’re a woman, that means you’re just a thing to be used. You are meat, fat pleasing soft meat with three holes to fuck. Wet holes that need to have hard cock shoved in them so they can be filled with cum.”

She simmered with open hatred and rage as she was held in place and made to endure his misogynistic rant. It was impossible for her not to think of how any other member of the Sisterhood would have stopped the rant and mostly likely dragged the odious man back to their keep to punish him for such language.

When he was done he stood for an uncomfortably long time, seeming to savor the look of hatred on her face. “Tell me what you are,” he eventually demanded.

Endure it all. You can’t fight, it will draw too much attention.

“I’m a woman,” she blurted out, knowing it wasn’t the answer he wanted but unable to stop herself. “A woman. A person. Not just mea—”

The slap came just as hard as the last, only to her other cheek. “What are you?” he demanded again.

Breathing deep as she tried to keep her composure she struggled to keep up her defiant stare but the stinging pain in her cheeks gave her pause. “Meat,” she growled through gritted teeth.

“Close, but not good enough,” Lockwood told her.

She winced when he raised his hand again, closing her eyes as he prepared for another blow to her aching cheeks. With her eyes closed she did not see where the slap was directed this time, allowing it to catch her by surprise, leading to the blow having an even greater impact on her.

His hand flew into the side of one of her massive breasts, sending it colliding into the other. Once more the blow would have been strong enough to send her flying to the ground, especially because the way it sent her breasts shifting would have knocked her off balance. But the three goons kept hold of her, forcing her to remain on her feet.

“What was that?” Lockwood said with an amused chuckle at the sound she’d made as he’d slapped her tit. “Sounded more like a moan of pleasure than a yelp of pain. Could it be you like having these big gross mounds of meat slapped around?”

She panted, averting her eyes. She’d never hated the curse on her breasts as much as she did at that moment. The blow had been extremely painful, not just because Lockwood was a strong man and seemed not to be holding anything back, but because the curse left her breasts unnaturally sensitive. But along with the pain there had been a flash of equal sexual pleasure that had mixed with the pain in a confusing, unpleasant blur that left her womanhood gushing in a way that shamed her greatly.

Can’t let them know. Can’t let them know. Can’t let them know.

“Slap her other tit,” one of the men said eagerly. “See if she moans the same way.”

“I’ll give her another chance first,” Lockwood said. “Audrey, what are you?”

She looked at him, shaking and struggling still to deal with the confusing rush of pain and pleasure the slap to her tit had caused her. “I’m not a woman, I’m meat,” she said, sagging in defeat but thankful he wasn’t going to slap her other breast. Why would he? She’d given him what he wanted.

The blow came anyways, impacting hard into the side of her other tit. Once more it sent the breast slamming into the other one hard enough to stagger her. The three men held her up, laughing uproariously at the pathetic mewling whimper of pained pleasure she let out.

Came, she thought as she panted in dismay. Cursed breasts! Made me cum from the abuse to them. Oh gods, please let him not have noticed.

“We can do this all night,” Lockwood said, seeming unaware he’d just tit-slapped an orgasm from her. “Tell me what you are.”

Her mind raced as she tried to remember his horrible misogynistic rant. “I’m meat. Meat with holes,” she said, hoping those were the mix of words he wanted her to say.

The evil man stepped closer and patted her cheek. “There’s a good piece of fuckmeat,” he told her. “Now, if I tell my boys to let you go will you keep being a good piece of fuckmeat and not try and escape? We’d of course stop you and then we’d have to slap these huge udders of yours around a bit more, and you wouldn’t want that, would you? No, I can see it in your eyes. We’ll save that for only if you misbehave. After all, we’ve so many other things we wish to do to you. So, will you be a good piece of fuckmeat?”

“Yes,” she whispered, breathing heavily as her mind filled with fearful imaginings of what she was about to have to endure.

One thought kept her from feeling total despair. They are men, she thought. And have spent the night feasting and drinking. Once each of them finishes they will be spent and it will be over, and if I know anything about men, especially men like THESE that care so little for a woman’s pleasure they didn’t even notice I just came, they won’t last long before they are spent. I’ve no doubt this will be a degrading, humiliating ordeal, but it will be one that won’t last long.

“Alright boys, let the fuckmeat go.”

They did, stepping away from her and going to stand by Lockwood.

She backed away from them, wrapping an arm protectively around her huge breasts while using her other hand to rub her cheeks to soothe the stinging pain that still lingered in them. When the men laughed at her she dropped the arm wrapped around her breasts, realizing it had only highlighted how comically oversized they were.

“We’ll begin soon,” Lockwood told her. “But first me and my boys have something we need to share.” He then pulled something out of his pocket. A bottle, one filled with a bubbling potion.

Her stomach dropped at the sight. She had no idea what kind of potion was contained in the bottle but was sure it did not bode well for her. It was then that she realized the entire night must have been planned out.

Lockwood has been too prepared for it NOT to have been planned out. And that bastard Galdwin must have been part of it from the very beginning, she thought bitterly. When my mission is over I will tell my sisters about every degradation I’ve had to endure. I’ll work them up into a wild mob and together we will burn this evil inn to the ground and put these two men to the sword.

“A little something to help us make the most of the night,” Lockwood explained before taking a swig of the potion and handing it to one of his goons. “A potion I had the Alchemist mix specially for tonight. It will clear us of our inebriation, allowing us to go into this feeling as refreshed as if we’d just woken. The mix will leave us unnaturally virile. Soon we’ll be harder than we’ve ever been and able to last a long time before we blow our loads. And even after we do we’ll still be hard and have more in us.”

They all laughed as the woman they knew as Audrey groaned in dismay.

By then the other men had all drunk from the potion. Lockwood slipped it back into his pocket then began to undress, telling the others to do the same. “Don’t you dare turn away,” the man growled as she began to. “Look upon us. See our hard cocks in all their glory. Stare at our magnificent maleness in preparation for submitting to it. You should savor it, you should be worshiping our maleness and be giving thanks we are blessing you with it. Because what are you?”

“Meat with holes,” she muttered as they undressed before her.

 She hated the sight of their naked bodies as they were revealed. She hated how strong they all were, remembering when her body was hard and strong like that. She hated how hairy all of them were. Hairy chests, huge stinking tufts of hair under their armpits. And their manhoods! Each seemed hairier than the last. She was already fearing the stink that would be lingering in that hair.

And their members are already so hard, she thought in dismay as her eyes darted fearfully between their four exposed dicks. So hard I can see them throbbing, see the gross veins running up their shafts pulsing with each of their heartbeats. That fucking potion! Evil men, truly evil men to use magic in this way. One day I’ll see them all dead along with the Alchemist that brewed the potion. The whole town, every man here in this evil place we’ve worked so hard to protect all these long years.

“Alright, fuckmeat, your turn. Take it all off. It’s time to finally get a look at those epic tits of yours.”

She undressed, shaking with a potent mix of humiliation and disgust at the way their greedy eyes watched. As her body had softened and grown plumper over the years she’d grown ever more uncomfortable with it. It had been a VERY long time since she’d been naked in front of anyone. She was ashamed of how plump and, to her mind, grossly thick she’d become. It was a feeling made all the worse as she was left comparing her soft plumpness to their hard, fit, muscular bodies.

Then there was the sight of their cocks throbbing even more as her breasts were revealed. It filled her with a flare of fear. The potion they’d drunk was turning these evil men into beasts ruled even more by their lusts, and if Lockwood had spoken true they’d be able to indulge in those lusts thoroughly.

“Wrap your arms under those huge tits,” Lockwood said once she was undressed. “Lift them up, give us a sense of their immense weight.”

She did as she was told, face burning. They WERE heavy, how could they not be with how comically large and dense they were? Part of her had always wondered just how much each of the vile things weighed but had never tried to find out, knowing their weight would inevitably be more than her worse fears and leave her feeling even more ashamed of them than she already was.

“Good fuckmeat. Now come to us and kneel here,” Lockwood said, pointing to the floor in front of him.

As she did as she was told the other three men crowded around Lockwood, making a semi-circle in front of her.

“Would you look at them! Even bigger than they looked crammed into that slutty outfit she wears,” Lockwood declared cruelly. “Although with tits that huge I doubt there is an article of clothing she could wear that WOULDN’T leave her looking slutty. Truly the most indecent body I’ve ever seen. And so cock-hardening, right boys?”

They all nodded in agreement, grabbing their members and giving them an eager squeeze.

“Let’s show her tits how hard they make our cocks,” Lockwood said. They all moved closer, holding their members up like they were bludgeons they were about to beat her with. “Up higher on your knees,” the man barked.

Something out of one of her nightmares began as the four men began slapping her massive mammaries with her members. She winced at every heavy impact of hard manhood into her dense breast meat. She hated the gross fleshy sound of their members impacting her breasts, hating it even more as the precum leaking liberally from their cockheads began to splatter across the top of her breasts and make the impacts noisier.

Worse than the sound and feeling, worse than the humiliation, was the pleasure it was causing her. She struggled to hide how good it felt thanks to her curse, biting her tongue to keep herself from moaning. That more than anything left her feeling ashamed. The one who had cursed her breasts truly had destroyed her, ensuring that as she endured this soiling and humiliation she also had to endure the shame of ENJOYING it thanks to the unwanted sexual pleasure it gave her.

“Look at all that tit-meat jiggle,” Lockwood laughed. “It’s not just the size of them that’s so astounding, but how thick and dense they are while being so soft and jiggly! It’s unnatural, almost like the dumb slut has been cursed.”

He only meant it to mock and shame me further. Can’t let him know he speaks true, he’d only use the fact to further torment me. And he’d want to know the story… The villain would surely get it out of me and then the truth of my identity would be revealed. I CAN’T let on how much this pleasures me, I just can’t.

She’d thought it couldn’t get worse than then them slapping her massive breasts with their members, but she was wrong. Soon the men were pressing their things into the bulk of her breasts, laughing and mocking her for the way her dense breast flesh both sank in but thickly resisted the press of their dicks.

The steady stream of slimy, slippery precum leaking from their members added a distasteful aspect to the whole thing that made everything worse. She knew it had to be thanks to the potion, the amount of precum was too unnatural.

Slapping and poking soon turned into rubbing as the men took to smearing the messy precum all over her breasts. Lockwood and one of the other goons quickly zeroed in on her nipples, the messy slimy precum leaking from their members increasing once they began to rub their cockheads on her nipples.

She hated the way they responded, her areolas pebbling and her nipples engorging. Thanks to the curse once her nipples were hard they became almost painfully sensitive and even biting her tongue wasn’t enough to fully hide her whimpered moans of delight.

“Have you men ever seen nipples so large?” Lockwood asked as he delighted in rubbing her nipple with his cock. “No, have you ever IMAGINED such grossly huge nipples? Her areolas look like they’ve been stretched out. And each is the size of the palm of my hand! Like big fleshy pancakes they are, and those gross little bumps that have risen now she’s enjoying it.

“And her nubs,” he continued cruelly. “So plump and misshapen, truly gross and oversized. As big as cherries now they are hard! Like a lewd drawing, or exaggerate like what you’d see on the carving of some perverse goddess.”

Stop it, she thought, fighting back tears. Just stop it. Fuck me. Abandon my breasts and do anything else to me.

She knew her wish would not be granted. Lockwood’s crude description of her breasts had further excited his men. They’d moved closer, pressing in tighter around her massive breasts to press the underside of their members against the bulk of her breasts so they could rub against them. Soon they were humping her tits, the sensation feeling even better to her and making her cunt gush with excitement.

If they don’t stop I’m going to cum again, she thought in dismay. It feels so good… It would be bad enough if it was just one, but four at once! And to be so horribly made aware of just how large my breasts are that four men can do such a thing to them at once…

Just as her body was building toward climax Lockwood pulled away, barking for the others to do the same. “Let’s not get carried away,” he huffed, stroking his cock as he stared at her like a wild animal barely restraining itself from pouncing on its prey. “The fuckmeat has holes, remember? Grab it, throw it on the bed, and hold it down.”

She didn’t fight. She even went limp when the goons grabbed her. It was how he’d referred to her, it had broken something in her. He’d not said “her”, he’d said “it”, fully dehumanizing her. And the worst part was the way she’d felt it hadn’t been intentional. All through the night his misogynistic barbs and rants had all seemed so intentional. But not this, this was the TRUE him revealed as he struggled to hold back his sexual desire. He wasn’t dehumanizing her just to humiliate her, he truly thought of her as a thing, not a person.

As meat. Meat with holes.

“Look at that sloppy pussy,” Lockwood said as one of the men spread her legs open after she was placed on the bed. “I’d wondered if perhaps it shaved it in the Elven way, I like when my women do that. Then again I doubt it’d be able to even if it wanted. I imagine it can’t see past those huge meat mountains hanging from its chest. I wonder if it can even see its feet? No matter, the hair is kind of exciting. Messy curly locks. I bet the reek of its cunt lingers to its bush.”

He jumped onto the bed, shoving his face into her womanhood. The other men grabbed her and held her in place, suspecting this would be too much for her. They’d been right, she balked and began to struggle to pull away from Lockwood.

The way the man huffed the smell of her pussy left her shaking in shame.

“It’s so disgustingly fragrant,” he moaned into her cunt, the feel of his gross warm breath feeling disturbingly good on her womanhood. “The reek is most ripe. Aged pussy, rank like an over-ripe cheese. It’s been stewing in its juices all night,” he continued cruelly. “It must have been more turned on by the abuse it’s endured than I thought.

The woman they knew as Audrey moaned and whimpered, still wiggling in a vain attempt to get her womanhood away from the man’s face.

He responded by slipping his arms under her legs and wrapping them around her thick, meaty thighs. “And so wet,” he growled in delight before pressing his face into her pussy.

“No, don’t,” she whimpered as he licked and sucked on her most damp places. It didn’t even feel good. The man wasn’t eating her out, not trying to bring her pleasure. He was tasting her like she was some juicy fruit he’d never experienced, licking, sucking, and even crudely nipping at her.

“Never tasted something so enjoyably foul,” he declared as he pulled away, sitting up and wiping his face off with the back of his hand. “Anyone else want a taste?”

“From a smelly, fat whore like this? No thanks,” one of them said.

“Yeah, eating pussy? Maybe with a fine young thing whose cunt would taste sweet like lemons. But only the dainty ones taste good, the plump or fat ones? They always taste awful.”

“Besides, my cock aches something fierce,” the third man said, groaning in discomfort. “I don’t start fucking soon I might die.”

“It’s the potion,” Lockwood said with a dismissive wave as he got up from the bed and turned away from them. “We’ll begin soon enough, but first there’s the little gift we’re to give her.”

“A gift? From who?” the wench asked.

“Why good old Galdwin, of course,” Lockwood told her as he knelt and started rummaging through his clothing which had earlier been abandoned on the floor. “Ah, here it is,” he said, standing up and holding up a necklace for her to see.

She stared at it, confused. She knew what the necklace was, it was a common enough charm, one that that many women wore. “But… why? Why give me one of THOSE.”

“What is it?” one of the goons asked.

The man closest to him slapped the man in the chest. “It’s a pregnancy ward, you idiot.”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Lockwood asked as he returned to the bed and put the necklace on the woman his friends were holding down. “Now that it’ll be whoring for Galdwin he can’t have it getting knocked up. That would be bad for business. And these kinds of charms do more than ward off pregnancy if they are high enough quality, which this one is. The whoring wench will be completely resistant to all sexually transmitted diseases, meaning it can fuck even the filthiest disease-ridden men and still be clean for the next client.”

Lockwood was kneeling beside her on the bed, his member hanging above her face. She looked past it, glaring up at the man. He was returning her look, grinning happily.

Waiting for something, she thought. Then she understood. She felt the charm around her neck warm, spreading its protective ward through her body. It left her wiggling and groaning as the magic flowed to her womanhood, soaking into it before moving further into her. Into my womb, she thought, finding the sensation most unpleasant.

The look of her discomfort pleased Lockwood so much that his member pulsed, bouncing a bit as he moaned quietly in carnal joy. As his cock fell back down the thick bead of precum that had been building up at the dip grew too large, dripping off.

“Disgusting pigs,” she snarled as it landed on her cheek. “All of you! And that bastard innkeeper. One day you’ll pay. I’ll—”

“Oh, shut up,” Lockwood said, grabbing her hair and holding her head in place as he unexpectedly rammed his cock into her open mouth. She gagged as it hit the back of her mouth then began struggling to escape as he started fucking her face. The other three held her in place, and with Lockwood’s strong grip on her head she wasn’t even to move her head away.

As he fucked her face he told her, “I don’t care what you’ll do. You’re meat, remember? Meat with holes and now it’s time we start using them. Three holes, a cunt, an asshole, and a face-cunt. You might THINK you’re a person, but we know better. You’re meat, and when meat is too mouthy it needs to have its face-cunt fucked. We don’t care what you think you’ll do. We don’t care what you think. We just care about fucking you.”

Just meat, she thought, going limp. That’s all I am to them. I must endure this, endure just being meat with holes.

They repositioned her, Lockwood keeping his member in her mouth as they laid her out on the bed so he could keep fucking her face while someone else spread her legs and prepared to enter her.

“Meat with holes to fuck,” he grunted. “Fuck its cunt first,” he told the man rubbing his cock up and down her slit.

“Happily,” the man said, sliding into her hole. “Fuck she’s wet,” he moaned happily as he started fucking her.

“Meat,” Lockwood said again, savaging her face as he watched her massive tits flow up and down, each tit slightly out of sync with the other as her body was jostled between the two men having their way with her.

She wanted to reach up and grab her breasts to keep them from moving so. Their movement hurt. They were just too big, too heavy, and the shifting of their weight made her unpleasantly aware of just how comically oversized they were. Even with her face buried under Lockwood’s body, his balls flopping against her eyes as he fucked her face, she was painfully aware of them.

But if I grab them and try to hold them in place they’ll only make me stop and then work to make them move more. I can’t let them know what I hate, they will only use it against me. To shame me more… to torment me. They want to break me! But I won’t, never. I will endure it all.

“Look at all that meat bouncing,” Lockwood groaned happily, pulling his cock out of her mouth just long enough to let her gasp desperately for air. “Fuck it harder,” he growled at the other man as he rammed his member back into her mouth.

“It’s not enough,” Lockwood groaned a moment later. “Don’t just sit there jerking off to the sight,” he told the other two men. “Slap her tits around to make them flop and fly all over the place.”

The two men cackled in cruel delight as they struck her tits from either side. She groaned in dismay, gagging on Lockwood’s cock as the mix of pain and pleasure overwhelmed her.

“She’s cumming,” the man fucking her groaned. “Cunt’s clenching me like she wants to milk me dry!”

“What a shameful whore it is,” Lockwood proclaimed happily.

“Can’t… last… any… longer…” the man inside her grunted. He slammed deep into her and held his member there, shaking and moaning as he came.

“Me too,” Lockwood grunted, cumming in her mouth at the same time.

It had been too much. She’d shut down, her mind unable to process it all anymore. For a few blissful moments there was nothing, then her mind turned back on. Her first sensation was one of joy. There were no dicks in or on her. The next thing she felt was the cum the two men had left in her. She was laying limp, unmoving except for the heaving of her breasts as she panted heavily, still recovering from the lack of air caused by the unrelenting facefucking she’d just received.

Cum running into my throat, making me want to gag. The awful, bitter salty taste. Leaking from the corner of my mouth. So disgusting. And my poor abused womanhood! A man’s seed in it, violating my most private of places, soiling my insides. And so much of it, it has to be because of the potion. Gods, the vile feel of it oozing out of me, running thickly down my taint onto my asshole like a gooey river…

“Fucking hells,” the man who had been using her pussy huffed. “Never cum that hard. Never cum that much! Look at it leaking out her, looks like five men came in her, not just me.”

Lockwood had moved to where the man had been, but she wasn’t aware of the villain till he pushed her legs further open than they’d been left.

“Holes,” he said, grinning at her crotch. “Meat with cum-leaking holes. And one hole that’s not yet been used.”

No! Not that, not there. She wanted to beg but didn’t, it would only make it worse, only make them use THAT hole more.

When Lockwood started rubbing her asshole with his finger she wanted to sit up and shove him away. But she didn’t. She remained limp, moaning unhappily but giving no resistance. There was none left in her to give. He’d won. For now she was what he wanted. Meat. Meat with holes.

“This hole isn’t self-lubricating like the others,” Lockwood said as she smeared cum into her asshole. “Luckily my dear friend has helped provide some.” He fingered as much of the cum leaking from her cunt as he could into her asshole. “There, that should do. You two, it’s your turn,” he commanded as he got off the bed.

“You, pick it up. You, lay down on your back. We’ll get it on top of you so it can ride your cock. I know you’ve been eager for its tits, all you can fucking talk about since it started wenching here. Let it lean over you, you can suffocate under them if you want.”

“Fuck yes,” the man said as he scrambled to get in position.

“And you, get behind it, grab its wrists and hold it up a bit so its tits are hanging in his face. And fuck the slut while you’re back there, use its ass. See if it likes being penetrated in both holes at once.”

Meat. Meat with holes, that’s all I am. Holes to be used, all three of them. Holes to be fucked and cum in. Don’t fight it. Don’t resist. Just let them use me as they wish. Try and fade away, let it happen, endure it. Eventually it will be over. It can’t last forever.

“It’s gonna take some time for the potion to run its course,” Lockwood said with a happy sigh. “Alchemist said we’ll need to cum at least a few times before we can go soft. So I think this is how we’ll spend the rest of the night, fucking it like this and switching out each time one of us cums in the fuckmeat.”

Meat. All I am is meat. If that’s all I am then I don’t need to think, won’t need to remember this. Can forget the feeling of being so thoroughly violated and shamed. Won’t need to remember the feel of two men inside me at once, their members sliding in and out so smoothly thanks to other men’s cum. The feel of their dicks rubbing together inside of me… this awful feeling of being so full. Won’t need to remember it if all I am is meat with holes and won’t have to admit it feels as good as it does.

Eventually it will be over. And then, when it’s done, I can be more than meat with holes again. When it’s over and they are done with me I can be a woman again, be a person again. But till then I’ll just be meat with holes…

* * *

“I think I’m finally done,” one of the goons groaned. He was drenched in sweat, his cock finally sagging and going limp.

“Me too,” another grunted. “Fuck that was amazing, but I’m going to be sore for days.”

“And me,” another moaned. “Greatest night of my life, but I don’t think I’d ever drink one of those potions again.”

“And the mess! Gods above, I never imagined four men could cum so much. Look at the state of her, look at the bed, look at US! Who knew fucking a slut full of so much cum would make such an epic mess. Not just my cock, but my balls and thighs. All that cum, churned up into such a disgusting frothy mess.”

It was finally over. She’d started to come out of the catatonic fugue state she’d fallen into. It was the only way she’d been able to endure it all.

Still, she quickly wished she’d remained in that state till morning. She stayed limp on the soiled bed, trying not to think about how disgusting she felt. Everything the man was saying was true. She could feel the mess they’d made in and on her, feel their seed soaked into the sheets under her. She suspected she’d be able to bathe for weeks and still feel soiled.

Still, it’s over. I won’t have to endure anything else for the night. I can just lay here and fade off, let sleep take me, and deal with the mess in the morning…

“You’re right, boys, we’re a fucking mess,” Lockwood said. He was breathing even more heavily than the others. He’d fucked the woman he knew as Audrey more than any of the others, sometimes switching holes and not taking a break between climaxes. “Can’t go to bed like this, but there’s no reason we should have to be the ones to clean ourselves off. Besides, I don’t even see a bucket of water and a rag in here. How would we even go about cleaning up?”

“The blankets and sheets?” one of the men suggested uncertainly.

“Nah, already too soiled with cum. But we have access to something with a mouth. It can lick and suck us clean.”

“No,” she groaned. “Please, just let it be over.”

“Grab it. Bring it here, hold it up on her knees. It doesn’t get to pass out till each of us is cleaned off. One final, thorough degradation before we leave it to sleep and wallow in the filth on the bed. Besides, I blew every coin I’ve been saving for the last five seasons on this night. I want to get every copper’s worth since it will be a LONG time before I can do anything like this again.”

She whimpered and whined as the men pulled her from the cum-soaked bed. Why can’t it be over? I’m still meat with holes… When will I get to be a woman again? When will they allow me to be a PERSON again?

“You all go first,” Lockwood told the others. “And you, fuckmeat. I expect my boys to leave this room looking as clean as though they’ve just bathed in a river. Not a hint of cum left on them. I don’t care how much you have to lick and suck, I don’t care if your belly ends up so full of gross cum you need to vomit. You’ll clean every inch of them that needs cleaning. Because what are you?”

“Meat with holes,” she muttered, tears streaming from her eyes.

“Good. Now get to work.”

* * *

It was finally almost over. She’d licked and sucked the three goons clean, each of them leaving to go sleep in another room. All she had left was Lockwood. She started with his thighs, hating the way the cum had mostly dried and felt to be matted into the wiry hair covering his legs. She had to practically suck on it to get it all cleaned away, especially in the man’s thick bush.

But she did. She endured, knowing it would soon FINALLY be over.

Just his balls and shaft left. Clean his hairy balls first and do his shaft last. It’s the least distasteful part, the only part with no hair. It will be like a little vacation before it’s over.

Lockwood had one final indignation in store for her. As she sucked his balls clean she realized why the villain had insisted he go last. She’d thought it had just been so he’d get to watch her degrading herself for so long, but as she felt his member beginning to swell she knew it was more than that.

Enough time to be able to get hard again. Even as sore as he is, after as long as it took he’s able to get just hard enough for one last orgasm. When I suck his shaft clean he’ll shove it in my mouth, make me suck him off so the last thing I taste tonight is a fresh load of his vile cum.

“You’re going to make old Galdwin so much fucking money,” he moaned as she sucked him off.

He never got fully hard, but there must have still been some of the potion at work in him because when he came it was as big a load as all the others had been.

“Look at you,” he sighed happily as his cock quickly went limp and fell out of her mouth. “Broken, just kneeling there with a blank expression on your face. Not even enough left to fall over and pass out on the floor. Not even enough left to swallow that cum, look at it dribbling out of the corner of your mouth. Just a broken whore, meat resigned to its fate. But broken whores are the best, isn’t that right?”

No, she thought as she knelt, too broken to move. Not meat and not a whore. I’m a woman, a person, a member of the Sisterhood of Righteousness. I’m enduring all this for my mission. And it’s all worth it, all so close to coming to an end. THEY are finally here. I will endure ANYTHING to finish my mission. I have to, or it was all for nothing.

“I asked you a question, meat! ANSWER ME!”

She opened her mouth to answer. She tried to speak, but when she did the cum in her mouth started to leak out and run down her throat, making her gag. It was too much. Instead of speaking she began to sob.

“Oh, stop your pathetic blubbering,” Lockwood said, voice full of disgust. He slapped her, sending her collapsing to the floor as she sobbed harder.

“I’m finally done with you now,” he declared. “But I can’t leave you on the floor, it’s too good for the likes of you.” He bent down and picked her up, tossing her onto the bed. “There, sleep in the filthy cum-soaked bed. Now I’m going to sleep in a CLEAN room, one that doesn’t stink of cum and cunt juices.”

He left her then, sobbing as she lay wallowing in the damp, cold, cum-soaked sheets.

And least it’s finally over, she thought, wishing she could stop sobbing so hard so she could pass out. I’m done being meat. I’m a woman again, a PERSON again. I endured it all, the worst they had to give. And tomorrow I’ll continue my mission and this will all be just a bad dream. Because it didn’t happen to ME, it happened to meat. Meat with holes.

She cried harder, realizing the coping mechanism that had gotten her through the night might not turn out to be the boon she’d thought it was. What if she’d internalized it? What if the next time a man was using her she sunk back into that mindset? What if that villain had done more than treat her like meat with holes, what if he’d taught her to truly think that’s what she was when a man used her?

Even if that’s true I WILL endure, she thought. I will endure, she thought less convincingly, suddenly fearing that eventually she might discover she had a breaking point. With that awful thought stewing in her mind she finally passed out.