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

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Content Warnings/Kink Spoilers: This is an average sized entry at just shy of 9,000 words. There is no sex in this, but there is plenty of groping, public humiliation, and heavy misogyny kink.

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Unwelcome and unexpected sounds in the wench’s room woke her the next day. She groaned unhappily, feeling that if she’d been allowed she could have slept through the entire day recovering from the previous night.

The night. The worst night of my life. No… I must not think about it. If I’m to survive what I’ve been made to endure I must put it out of my mind and think of the now and the next day. HE’S finally here, my mission MUST be completed.

In the room with her was Galdwin, the hated innkeeper, and his two young lackeys Stanhope and Lawford. The boys had always blended into the background, the kind of quiet dumb servants that went about their work mostly out of sight.

“What are you doing in here?” she demanded as she pulled the soiled sheets over her naked body, painfully aware of how her body was even more soiled than the sheets were. The filth of the night before was dried and caked onto her and it cracked and flaked off as she moved, a disgusting bit of humiliation she tried her best to ignore.

“We’re here to help you clean up after your night,” Galdwin said with a smile meant to be warm and welcoming but, thanks to the way he was enjoying the state of her, came off predatory and creepy. “I’ve let you sleep quite late. It’s the least I could do after you made me so much money last night. And from what Lockwood and his boys said it was a night they’ll remember fondly the rest of their lives.”

She didn’t want to think about Lockwood or his evil goons. Even the name of the Huntsman threatened to bring back memories that made her want to break into tears.

To keep that from happening she focused on Galdwin’s two helpers. The two had always felt interchangeable to her. Both were barely of age; scrawny pimply little cretins that were always greasy from working in the kitchen and never bathing enough.

That was partially why it shocked her so much the two boys were bringing in bathing supplies. They struggled to carry a large basin of heated water, steaming billowing from it. The innkeeper’s arms were full of towels and bars of soap for washing not just the body but one’s hair, luxuries usually reserved for patrons who paid an exorbitant extra charge for them.

It was only after she took in the bathing supplies that she noticed the way Stanhope and Lawford were ogling her. Their beady little eyes were always on her breasts, but this morning the way they were looking at her was different. Less easy to ignore and more predatory.

Meat. I’m just meat with holes. That’s how they are looking at me.

That her mind had gone so quickly to the awful mantra that had helped her get through the previous night disturbed her. She felt herself lock up, felt herself becoming submissive and passive, becoming meat with holes.

“Stop it, lads,” Galdwin barked, the sound of his domineering voice knocking her out of the dissociative state she’d been falling into. “Can’t have you drooling over poor Audrey here, not after the night she just endured.”

For a moment she thought the normally cruel innkeeper was showing her sympathy. She was so distraught after her night she was starving for any kindness and willing to take it even from this man who she’d grown to hate so much.

“She’s a whore now,” Galdwin continued, destroying the illusion he’d been showing sympathy for her as a person. “You don’t get to have her without paying and I know you two can’t afford her, not with what I pay. Best keep those kinds of ideas out of your heads. Get the bathing equipment set up and be gone, no need for you to linger and get a free peek at my merchandise. You want to see them big ole’ titties and maybe get a go? You work harder and save, damn it.”

Her heart sank. Of course he’s not showing concern for me as a woman. I’m a thing to him now, an asset of his inn. I’m nothing more than a cask of ale. No… I’m fine meat he’s imported, something for the vile men who come here to drool over till one is hungry enough to pay for me. Meat. That’s all I’ll ever be to these men.

 “I have a few things to say to you,” Galdwin began once Stanhope and Lawford were gone. “You’ll listen before you bath, which I will now expect you to do every morning. I want you clean and smelling nice at the start of every day no matter how dirty and smelly the night leaves you.”

She bristled a little at the tone the innkeeper was using. Talking to me like I’m his slave, she thought angrily. But maybe that’s how he views me now… He knows I need this job and has discovered I’m willing to endure anything to keep it.

Her mind flashed to some of the things he’d said, things that made her wonder if he knew who she really was and why she was here. No, she decided, that can’t be it. How COULD he know? And if he did know why not just tell me? He could threaten to tell my target now that he’s arrived and have total power over me. If he knew he’d use that power over me.

“From now on you’ll whore to any man willing to pay the cost, but ONLY at night,” Galdwin continued. “You should not expect to need to offer up those services, like you did last not, very often. You’re something special. Those massive cow’s udders. The way you’ll endure anything a man wants to put you through. Rare treasures I can ask what seems to be a small fortune to the farmers, hunters, and miners that frequent my inn. I expect only a man of wealth, or someone who REALLY wants to experience your massive tits and is willing to save up, will be paying for a night with you.”

He paused, smirking at the look of relief on her face. “And I have no intention of turning the Herald’s Trumpet into a whore house. You will remain the only wench I employ, at least for now.” His smile grew as he watched the look of relief grow on her face.

“But,” he said, grinning like a cat about to pounce as her expression tensed, “I have a very clear vision of what I want the Herald’s Trumpet to become beyond what it’s been till this point. You, woman, have changed everything for me. I’m going to use you to become a VERY wealthy man.

“Oh, I expect to get very few takers willing to pay the price to do whatever they want to you, but that’s okay. Those rare nights will earn me plenty, but in between? Oh yes, I’m going to ensure I make so much more money than I once did and you’re going to be responsible for it all.

“You’re going to help me attract more patrons, patrons willing to pay for more expensive drinks and travel further just to ogle you. But your massive tits won’t be enough, you have to become an attraction, you’ve got to be presented in fresh ways that will keep men coming back over and over again to get a look at you.

“So with that in mind, I’ve had some outfits made for you. You’ll be given one every morning after you bathe. You WILL wear them throughout the day, no matter how distasteful or humiliating you find them. Even if you find them more and more unpleasant as the days go on you will KEEP wearing them. I’ll be returning soon with your first one, be bathed by the time I return.”

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The fear of what kind of awful outfit Galdwin was going to make her wear ruined any joy the bathing might have brought her. As good as the hot water felt and as refreshed as the pleasant-smelling soap was her mind couldn’t stop dwelling on how gleeful Galdwin had been about his scheme to bring customers in.

“Evil man,” she muttered as she finished and began toweling herself off. “One day he’ll pay for what he’s making me endure. One day they will ALL pay!”

The door opened, causing her to try and wrap the towel around her breasts. As always she misjudged their size. They were too massive for her to wrap the towel around herself, leaving her feeling more exposed and shamed. She ended up holding the towel in front of her like it was a too-small sheet she was trying to disappear behind, barely covering the space between her nipples and leaving much of her breasts’ immense mass still exposed.

“You should knock before entering my room, ser,” she said, glaring at Galdwin as he entered. She realized then that the bathing had refreshed not just her body but her bravery as well. The night before was out of her mind, washed away and just a bad dream for the moment. She found the strength to oppose this villain, strength she’d been lacking when he’d woken her up.

“Your room?” he asked with a cocked eyebrow. “I’ll remind you that it is MY room. I will come and go as I please and if you complain I will not indulge you as I have today.”

She scoffed at him. “Indulge me? How, exactly, have you ‘indulged’ me, ser? You made it clear the bath was not a treat, but rather something expected to make me more appealing in my new duties.”

“I do expect a clean whore,” he said, grinning at the way the word “whore” had made her flinch like he’d slapped her. “I was talking about letting you sleep so late in the day. I’ve decided that as long as you do as I expect without much complaint your presence downstairs won’t be required till late afternoon or early evening.

“Between Stanhope, Lawford, and myself we can easily take care of the breakfast rush and the light number of customers throughout the day. As word spreads of what the evenings are going to be like I expect they will become even busier than they once were, with even fewer showing up during the day.

“Besides, I want my evening attraction to be something not spoiled early on. As my customers come to eagerly anticipate your new costumes each day I want them waiting for you to come down the stairs and reveal yourself.”

She glared at him. “Costumes? You said ‘outfits’ earlier.”

“Is a costume not an outfit? Perhaps not, perhaps I spoke in a manner that misled you.” He shrugged. “I care not. What matters is that you will wear what I bring you. Which brings me to this,” he said, nodding to the chest he was holding. “You’ll put on what’s in here and come down soon to begin your duties.”

He went to set the chest on the bed but paused. “And I’ll have Stanhope and Lawford change your bedding once you’re downstairs,” he said, setting the chest down on a dresser instead. “What do you think?” he asked, opening it to show her its contents.

She went to the chest and looked at its contents. On the top of the pile inside was a white dress. She pulled it out, holding it up. It was pristine white and amazingly looked like it was tailored to fit her thick build perfectly.

Under it she saw a tangle of something she didn’t recognize. It looked almost like a wig, but instead of hair there were long too-smooth dreads. On top of that tangled mess was a shiny, decorative belt and a necklace with a large coin-like pendant on it. Both were golden and beautiful, but she assumed they were only impressive costume jewelry.

The round pendant on the necklace had many snakes carved into it. It wasn’t till she saw those snakes that the other item made sense. It WAS a wig, one that would make it look like she had a head covered in snakes.

“A Gorgon costume?” she asked.

“Not just any Gorgon, but one to make you look like Tirtyma. Surely you know her legend? The Gorgon whose stare could turn men who looked at her with an unwanted sexual gaze to stone?”

“I’ve heard the legend,” she said, dropping the dress back into the chest.

“And there are a pair of black silk panties in there along with sandals. You will wear what I bring you in this chest each day and ONLY what is in this chest. Understand?”

“I understand, ser,” she said, staring at the costume.

“Good, now get dressed. There is no rush, I want the costume on just right, although do not take too long or it will displease me.”

He then left the room, leaving her alone to get dressed.

She began with the silken black panties. Like the dress, they seemed to be perfectly tailored to fit her body. “How did that villain get my sizes so right,” she muttered as she pulled the panties up. “They fit perfectly,” she added as she wiggled her large ass to get them snuggly in place.

A little “ooooh” of delight slipped from her lips. She’d never worn underwear that fit so perfectly and felt so wonderful. That Galdwin had spent so much on something so finely crafted surprised her, especially since the implication seemed to be she’d only ever wear each outfit once.

“There has to be some catch,” she said as she took the pristinely white dress back out of the chest. “These clothes were NOT cheap,” she said as she felt the fabric of the dress. Like the panties it was elegantly soft and crafted so well it felt fit to be worn by a noblewoman, not some tavern wench.

Like the panties the dress was perfectly tailored to her body, a fact that was even more confounding when she found it fit her large hips, fat backside, AND even her breasts perfectly. It didn’t just fit their immense size but was snug and supported them the best the fabric could.

Once it was on she was dismayed to discover that the top was not shaped like she’d thought. It DID support her massive breasts, lifting and separating them slightly, but it accomplished this by acting as two slings tied behind her neck. The front looked almost as though someone had cut the fabric down the middle, leaving her chest exposed down almost to the top of her belly, with the inner third of each of her breasts bare.

If that fabric was a little more open here in the middle the edge of my areolas would be visible, she thought unhappily as she looked down at herself. She went to the mirror to look at herself, expecting to be unhappy with what she saw.

She was, but for more reasons than she’d expected. Her breasts looked even more massive than they normally did and although the dress offered support for them the way the center of her chest and inner breasts were exposed left them looking grossly saggy to her eyes.

But it was more than that. Not till she looked in the mirror did she notice that the white fabric was slightly transparent. Just enough that you could see the darker flesh of her nipples and the blackness of the panties she had on.

It doesn’t seem possible. The fabric is so thick. It HAS to be to support my breasts as much as it does. There has to be some slight enchantment on the fabric, she thought as she stared unhappily at herself in the mirror. Such subtle sartorial enchantments are not cheap either! Why would he spend so much on an outfit he intends me to use only once?

Looking down at the black outline of her panties she shifted, newly unhappy with how the dress was sewed below the waist. It was cut into sections, with a narrow strip in the front and back. When she walked the sections would part, exposing her thick bare legs.

“And if I’m not careful I’ll end up exposing much more than I’d prefer to show,” she grumbled as she traced just how far up the part in the fabric went.

Another thought occurred to her suddenly. She remembered all the hands that had slipped up her dress the night before. Doing so had not been easy and the lifting of her skirts was hard to miss, giving her time to try and slam her thick thighs closed.

Things would be different in the dress. She unhappily imagined how it would flutter almost invitingly open as she went about her duties in the common room. Slipping a hand between my legs will be far too easy, she thought in dismay. And pulling the fabric of the middle strips aside to get a look at my ass or front side will be a worry too! I’m going to have to be very careful tonight and try and stay out of their reach as best I can…

Resigning herself to what the dress was going to force her to endure she put the rest of the costume on. The necklace and the decorative gold belt were not, as she first thought, costume jewelry. They were too heavy, although she thought that meant they were only plated in gold. Still, it was another perplexing sign that Galdwin had spent a great deal of money on the outfit.

Finally she had to put the wig on. Before doing that she had to pin her hair up so it would fit under the hairpiece. Then, once the strange tangle of faux snakes was on her head, she had to pin the wig to her hair.

The sight of herself in the costume was one she didn’t care for. She’d spent almost her entire life as a member of a martial order wearing mostly masculine clothing. Battle-ready armor for years till her breasts had been cursed then militant outfits of the Sisterhood as she worked in her support role.

Walking around in the slutty tavern wench’s dress she’d worn since beginning her undercover work at the Herald’s Trumpet had been a hard adjustment, one she still struggled with. This costume was almost too much for her to bear. Too feminine. Too revealing. To elegant yet humiliating.

“But I WILL endure it,” she thought as she turned from the mirror. “I have to, especially now that HE is here.”

She thought about the man who had arrived the previous night as she left her room and made her way down to the first floor. He was Tanner Bruckenwald the Fourth, the richest most powerful nobleman in the region. But he was not there as himself, the nobleman was traveling in disguise under a false name.

Rumors had swirled for years that the seemingly outstanding man, a man who publicly supported the Sisterhood of Righteousness, was secretly cruel and perverted. Rumors said he secretly worked with dark and evil forces to help create most of the evil the Sisterhood spent their time fighting in the region.

As the Sisterhood investigated these rumors they found he frequently went undercover as a traveler, staying at seemingly random inns around the region to indulge in some kind of evil perversions that involved women.

What exactly he did remained a mystery. Discovering that was her main purpose. How the Sisterhood had discovered he’d be coming to THIS inn at THIS time was a mystery to her. All that mattered is he’d arrived around the time they’d expected and she’d successfully taken on the role of the tavern wench, hopefully convincingly enough not to arouse his suspicions that she was anything other than she was pretending to be.

She had to discover what awful, perverse thing he did to women. Once they knew the truth, and hopefully had some proof beyond her eyewitness testimony, the Sisterhood planned on going public to expose him. They hoped such a scandal would be enough to remove his influence and make space for someone who truly supported them and not just gave lip service to the Sisterhood’s goals.

And if what the man does goes beyond scandal? Then the Sisterhood will put him to the sword, she thought happily.

The joy she’d felt imagining bloody vengeance against the kind of men that had been making her life such a living nightmare was soon washed away by the discovery of a new torment. The necklace she had on was heavy and the chain too long. As she went down the stairs she found it swinging from side to side, slapping uncomfortably into the insides of her breasts.

Moving quickly through the common room to deliver food and drinks while dodging men’s hands is going to cause the necklace to slap into my breasts endlessly, she realized, wanting to groan in dismay.

“Damn that foul innkeeper,” she sighed quietly to herself as she got to the bottom of the stairs.

She froze in place. She’d forgotten how late in the day it was and was shocked to see how full the common room was.

The place was as busy as it had been the night before. She happily noticed Lockwood and his goons were absent, although she was left wondering where all the extra bodies had come from that had replaced them.

A hint came at the way the laughter and chatter died the moment she stepped into sight. It’s me, she thought. Galdwin put out the word about me and men have come to see. Gods, the way they are looking at me!

She wanted to throw her hands up and cover her exposed cleavage but didn’t. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Galdwin standing behind the bar giving her a warning look. Her next impulse was to turn and flee back upstairs, but the look on the innkeeper’s face prevented her from doing that as well.

“As promised,” he called out happily into the silence once he was certain the woman he knew as Audrey would remain. “Is our Audrey not a vision as Tirtyma the Gorgon? But don’t worry, lads, no need to avert your eyes. Enjoying the sight of her voluptuous body will not turn you to stone, at least not ALL of you.”

The crowd in the common room erupted into laughter at his crude joke. Men began to clap and whistle then clamor for her attention.

Galdwin sidled up to her and in a low voice said, “Well? Get to work.”

With a resigned sigh, and promise to herself that she’d endure this night like all the others she endured, she went to work.

* * *

The night was going about as she feared. Gazes barely left her chest, with few of the men ever looking her in the eyes even while they ordered. Far worse was the game the dress had inspired. With the black panties so visible through it and it so easy to try and grope her crotch many had begun challenging each other to see who could pull her panties down first.

Hands were constantly darting between her legs. She had to always be aware of how close she was to men, ready to dodge out of the way at any moment all while not spilling trays full of food and drinks. It was exhausting, but at least she’d managed to ensure no one had won their sick game yet.

“Enough of this pussy-ass dice game,” someone said, drawing the wench’s attention. “We need a proper game, one we can gamble more than a meager few coins on. After all, I’ll be needing all you fine gentleman’s money at the end of the night.”

It was a farmer named Matthew speaking. That one’s an eager, greedy bastard, she thought. She’d never liked the man and had been happy he wasn’t often at the inn because till recently it was never filled with enough people willing to gamble with him. But she’d already heard him talking about how he intended to spend a lot more of his free time at the Herald’s Trumpet now that it was such a busy place.

“Why?” the man he’d been playing dice with asked.

He’s another piece of work, she thought as she looked at the man. He was a Common Elve named Ladislas, one of the few Elves that lived in the region. She knew he worked in the nearby mine, but beyond that knew little about him. Few did. He was a strange man, with a face covered in tattoos. Supposedly his past was a mystery, but it was widely believed he’d fled his homeland and the tattoos were some sign he’d been a criminal. Short-tempered and as crude as any Human she’d had to deal with, the presence of the Elve was never one she looked forward to.

The tavern wench slowed down as she passed, pretending she was struggling to support the tray of empty mugs to give her time to listen to the exchange. She too wanted to know why Matthew was so eager for extra money. All night she’d been hearing talk of men having arrived with extra money, not enough to buy her for the night, that was clear, but for something Galdwin had planned.

“Have you not heard?” Matthew asked, glancing at the wench then looking back and grinning at the Elve sitting across from him. “Well, best I not say. Wouldn’t want you clinging to your coin and refusing to gamble with me.” He turned back to the wench and called out, “Oi, Tirtyma! Get your fat ass and huge wobbling tits over here.”

They’ve been calling me by that name all night and I hate it. It’s a constant reminder of this humiliating costume I’m having to work in.

As she stepped up to the table she force what she hoped was a convincing smile. “What can I do for you, ser? Another round of ales? Perhaps another order of pork strips?”

“More ale,” Ladislas demanded. “I’ve been enjoying the cheap shit you’ve had on tap tonight. What is it again?”

“Dunkle’s Bock,” she told him. “A simple brown ale with a strong—”

“I don’t care,” the Elve said, waving away her description of the ale. “It’s cheap and it’s getting me drunk, that’s all I care about.”

“Alright, ser. And you?” she asked Matthew.

“Forget the ale,” he said. “Calm down, Ladislas. I’ll pay for the next round if you play a game with me.”

The Elve raised an eyebrow. “What game? What way do you plan on trying to cheat me out of my hard-earned coin?”

“A game of Fox’n Hare,” the Human said with a wide grin. “A simple match for an Elve like you, yes?”

Ladislas grinned. “Oh, you fiend. You know I’m a sucker for that one. Alright, I’ll play,” he said, pulling a coin pouch out and dumping its contents on the table in front of him.

“A bottle of Fox’n Hare,” Matthew told the wench as she added their empty mugs to her tray. “Here,” she said, dropping a handful of coins onto the tray. “That will cover it, but I’m sure I’ll make triple that by the time the bottle is empty.”

After handing the tray of dirty mugs to the boys in the kitchen Audrey went to the shelf where the fancy liquor was kept. They always had at least a few bottles of Fox’n Hare in stock. The game played with it was a popular one, although it wasn’t always played for money as it would be that night.

“Looks like some of the boys are getting ready to play a game,” Galdwin said from behind the wench.

She started, not having noticed the man approaching her. “Yes,” she said, pulling the bottle of liquor off the shelf. “Some seem eager to earn a little extra money. Talk about something at the end of the night,” she added, narrowing her eyes slightly. “Any idea what they could be so eager for?”

The innkeeper chuckled. “I do. But don’t worry, I’ve not decided to lower the cost of a night doing whatever a man wants with you and your huge wobbling udders.”

She let out a little sigh of relief. It had been what she’d feared from the beginning and was happy to discover it was something else.

He chuckled at her relief. “Speaking of them wobbling titties,” he said, grabbing the heavy necklace she wore then dropping it back in place, “I think everyone is enjoying watching this bounce back and forth between them.”

She ignored the comment. “Then what do you have planned?” she demanded.

“You’ll find out,” he told her, his tone making it clear he wasn’t going to tell her. “Now back to work with you. Oh, and stay and watch while they play the game. Promise whoever is the first to win three rounds a treat.”

“A treat?” she asked. “What kind of treat?”

He pulled out a scrap of paper and quill from under the bar, quickly scrawling something on it. After folding it up he handed it to her. “Don’t open it. Tell them whoever wins gets to do whatever is written on there to you. It’s a surprise, a little treat from me to them.”

As he went to hand the folded note to her he jerked back. “I’ll be watching you,” he said. “Do NOT peak or you’ll be made to regret it.”

“Yes, Ser,” she said through gritted teeth as she took the note.

On her way back to the table she glanced at the target of her undercover mission. He was sitting in a back corner wearing the same hooded cloak he’d worn the night before. To most eyes he blended into the background, a traveler not interested in joining in the festivities and easily overlooked.

As far as she could tell he was content keeping to himself. He ordered a few small snacks through the night, picking at them daintily while he slowly nursed the wine he ordered. Sometimes she caught him watching the festivities in the common room with amusement, other times he seemed distracted. Perhaps waiting for someone’s arrival? She wasn’t sure.

And sometimes he watches me, she thought. But with much less interest than most others. I suppose that’s good, if he was paying me no attention at all that would raise questions I’d need to find answers to.

She found herself worrying, as she had through most of the night, about whether she should have tried to find a way to sneak off and send a message to the keep to let them know he’d arrived.

Stupid there was no plan for that, she thought angrily. Now that he’s arrived I’m realizing how poorly planned out the latter half of this undercover mission is.

Knowing she had to stop staring at the man she turned her attention to the table Matthew and Ladislas sat at. They’d moved to a larger table and a crowd had gathered around it, others pulling up chairs and placing piles of coins on the table.

“About time,” Matthew said impatiently when she returned.

“A moment, kind sers, before you begin your game,” she said, holding back the bottle of liquor to ensure they listened to her. “Galdwin has instructed me to offer you a treat.” She held the folded piece of paper up. “This treat,” she said taking a calming breath before continuing. “Scrawled on this is something the first person to win three matches gets to do to me.”

“What’s it say?” someone called out excitedly.

“I know not,” she said honestly. “It will be as much a surprise to me as it will be to you.”

The crowd at the table murmured excitedly, with a few more people demanding space be made for them to join in the game. The other people in the common room moved closer to better watch the game, leaving the cloaked “traveler” in the back of the room the only one not joining in.

“Well then,” Matthew said, smiling at those gathered, “Sounds like we might end up needing another bottle or two! With this many playing each bottle will only last us a round or two.”

He side-eyed the wench. “We need a judge to call out the beginning of each round. Since you are to be a prize perhaps you’ll take up the role?”

And why not? I have to stay and watch anyways. “I’d be happy to, ser,” she told them.

Someone offered her a chair to sit on but after imagining what the dress would do if she sat she refused, deciding it would be best to remain standing.

“Go grab a couple more bottles while I explain the rules to these fine gentlemen,” Matthew told the wench.

“Of course, ser,” she said as she handed over the bottle.

While she went to retrieve them Matthew began. “Some of you have perhaps not played in some time or may have never had the joy of witnessing a game of Fox’n Hare, so I shall explain. The liquor is enchanted so that when poured an illusionary fox will appear inside the inner rim of the cup. It will be chasing an illusionary hare and the two will continue their chase till you drink from your cup.

“But here’s the interesting part. The illusion ends when you take the first drink, but only as you swallow. If timed right you can ‘catch’ and ‘drink’ either the fox or hare, and when you do a shower of glittering magic proving you’ve caught one will appear before your mouth, red for the fox, white for the hare.

“Even though it’s a strong liquor you don’t want to use shot glasses since they are too small for the game to be played. So we’ll use ale mugs filled up halfway. This means a lot of us are going to get shit-faced by the end of the game, but that’s why we’re all here, eh? Besides, if you can win while plastered then you prove yourself a true champion!

“Now, each round everyone will put their bets in the center of the table. Then a coin will be flipped to decide whether we are trying to ‘catch’ the fox or the hare. Once that’s called out we all drink. Whoever manages to ‘catch’ the right animal wins what’s been bet, with multiple winners splitting the winnings. Simple enough? But trust me, it takes skill and practice.”

By the time his explanation was done the wench had returned with a few more bottles of Fox’n Hare along with a platter full of empty mugs.

“Pour, wench,” Matthew demanded. “And don’t worry about the cost of the bottles, I’ll cover whatever we go through at the end of the night. As I said, I’m good at this and I’m certain I’ll end up with more than enough to cover the cost, especially with this many playing.”

Even those who had played before oohed and ahhed at the little illusionary animals that appeared in the drinks. The wench found herself being carried away by the simple but enchanting magic, even growing excited for the game to begin.

When everyone playing had a cup she was handed a coin. She flipped it in the air. “Heads it’s foxes, tails it hares,” she called out as she caught the coin. She then slapped it onto the back of her hand and revealed it, calling out, “Hares!”

Everyone sitting at the table lifted their mugs, some trying to drink right away others waiting. Matthew was one of the last to drink and the only one to manage to ‘catch’ the hare, causing a pretty explosion of white glittering magic to explode out before his face.

“Winner,” he proclaimed, slamming his cup down and reaching out to pull the pile of coins in the center of the table to himself. “And as you can all see the enchantment is spent. You’ll have to drain your mugs before we can start the next round.”

The wench had found the game exhilarating to watch and with nearly every patron in the inn playing or watching she was able to give it her full attention. When the second round started she began it with honest enthusiasm, experiencing perhaps her first moment of true joy since beginning her undercover mission.

“Fox,” she called out, laughing with excitement. No one was looking at her. No one was grabbing at her. For the time she was able to forget about where she was, about the humiliating costume she was in, about all of it, and just enjoy.

“Damn it,” Mathew snarled when someone else called out “winner” as magical sparkles exploded in front of their face. “Next round,” he promised himself. He glanced at the wench and grinned. “Besides, already won enough to pay for the drinks. Even if I lose every round I’ll come out ahead.”

She flashed a sincere smile at the man. “New round?” she asked.

“Give us a chance to finish our drinks,” someone called out.

“Fuck me this stuff is strong,” someone else said. “Good but strong.”

“The herald’s trumpet might be sounding before long,” someone else said with a slurred laugh. “I’ve already been drinking pretty heavily.”

The next round came and Matthew once more failed to win. He lost the next round as well along with the one after that. When he won finally again he was the first to get a second win. The wench was so swept up in the game she found herself cheering for the man.

She was standing beside him, for the first time that night forgetting how badly she needed to keep out of reach of these men. With her guard down he was able to easily reach behind her and slap her ass hard.

She squawked at the violation, immediately jumping back out of reach which caused most in the room to laugh at her.

In a flash the fun was over for her and the reality of everything she was being made to endure was back. Never should have let my guard down, she reprimanded herself in her head. These men aren’t my friends and they’ve only been behaving because they have money to focus on.

Then Matthew said something that made it all worse. “One more win and I get that treat,” he said, nodding to the folded piece of paper the wench had set on the table and forgotten about.

The game after that was one of rising unpleasant tenseness and dread for her. It was a race to see who would win their third round first, a race to discover what undoubtedly cruel and perverse thing was written on that paper.

Matthew lost the next few rounds, with two other contestants managing to win a second round. All three of those tied for first place were odious men she didn’t want to ‘treat’. As she watched them trying to ‘catch’ the fox or hare each round she found herself remembering each cruel, crude thing those men had said to her. She felt each unwelcome touch they had given her, each awful attempted grope she’d dodged and those she hadn’t.

In the end it was Matthew who won. He was so excited about the pile of coins he was pulling to himself that he forgot all about the “treat” until someone mentioned it.

He snatched the note up but hesitated to open it. “The game’s not over,” he told those gathered. “We’ve still two bottles left to drink and the night, although not young, is far from over.”

A few sitting at the table declared that now the “treat” from Audrey was off the table they were done, but most said they wanted to keep playing. “But not till after we find out what the treat is!”

“Alright, calm down,” Matthew said as he opened the note.

The wench was annoyed that he turned and lifted the note so she couldn’t read it over his shoulder. She had to instead watch his face for some clue as to what she was about to have to endure. By the way his eyes lit up it was nothing good.

“Tell me,” she said to him, the happy mask she kept plastered on her face falling.

“It says not to until the act is done,” he grinned. “Come closer. Do not pull back, I’m allowed this,” he said, nodding to the note.

She came closer, shaking anxiously. What had he been given permission to do? Memories of the previous night flashed back into her mind, of that fiend Lockwood standing behind her and taking liberties with her body no man had dared till that point.

“Don’t move, don’t pull back,” he told her again as he looked up through the peeks of her cleavage into her eyes.

She pursed her lips, shaking harder. She refused to look away from his gaze. The room had gone silent. She felt every eye on her, felt them waiting with excitement to discover Matthew’s “treat”.

He slipped his hands between her legs. “Don’t move,” he told her gleefully.

It took everything she had not to slam her thick thighs closed.

His hands went higher, his grin growing more fiendish the closer his hands drew to her womanhood. “It looks like I’m a double winner tonight,” he said as he passed her pussy and grabbed hold of the top of her panties. A moment later he yanked them down to her knees in one fluid pull.

The crowd cheered. “He won the game! He pulled the fat-titted slut’s panties down!”

Matthew kept his hands on the wench’s panties, holding them at her knees. It forced her to close her thighs, feeling if she didn’t she’d stretch out or even rip them. “Now I show you the note,” she said, handing it over.

She read it. She read it again. “I can’t,” she said.

“You can and you will,” Galdwin growled, suddenly behind her. “You keep them panties around your knees for the rest of the night, until I make my special end of the night announcement.”

“But… but I CAN’T,” she protested. “I’ll barely be able to walk without falling down! How can I do my job like this?”

“You’ll find a way,” he told her, lowering his voice and adding, “or else.”

The rest of the night was a grueling endeavor that nearly brought her to tears multiple times. It was a constant struggle to hobble about with her knees feeling as though they were tied together, except it was WORSE than that. She had to constantly keep her panties from falling further down her legs, having to stand with her knees together but her legs spread open below that point.

Between that and full trays of drinks and food there was no chance she could avoid any man’s unwelcome hands. She had to endure every grope, which as the night went on and they all realized she was giving no resistance grew more liberal. And not just her ass and pussy, they were soon grabbing at her massive breasts as well.

That was perhaps the hardest struggle. Because of their curse each crude and often painful grab and eventually even slap of her tits left her with a flash of VERY unwanted arousal. It left her womanhood moist and swollen which made the ever-increasing grabs of her pussy all the more awful as they began to feel arousing too. It was like her body was betraying her, the arousal making the violations feel like they were coming from within as well as without.

But as awful as it was it thankfully only lasted a couple of hours. Finally it was time for the common room to close, but first Galdwin had his announcement to make.

“Alright, Audrey, you can pull your panties up now,” he told her as he came out from behind the bar to speak to the room. “Once you do put that tray down and come stand beside me.”

She did as she was told, wanting to groan in dismay. Will my humiliations never end? What has he planned for me now? It at least feels good to be able to walk normally again.

“Attention please,” Galdwin called out. “It’s almost time to clear the common room for the night and that means it is time for my announcement. Tonight is a special night, the first of many changes coming to the Herald’s Trumpet. But before I explain,” he paused and looked at the wench. “If you would be so kind as to dance for us? It will make what I have to say more enjoyable.”

The wench balked at the request. “I don’t know how to dance,” she protested, which was true. She’d never had time for such frivolity.

“You’ll dance or you’ll suffer,” the innkeeper growled just so she could hear.

“Fine,” she growled back.

“What the fuck is that?” someone called out almost at once.

“Is THAT supposed to be dancing?”

“It’s just making those fake snakes look like a mop on her head, not attractive at all.”

“She’s utter shit at it, make her stop,” someone else called out drunkenly.

“Yeah, the dumb slut ain’t even shaking her huge titties! Make her stop, it’s just awful.”

“Alright, alright,” Galdwin said placatingly to the crowd. “She’ll stop.” He leaned over and whispered to her, “But you’ll try again tomorrow and every night after that until your good at it.”

“Yes, ser,” she said through gritted teeth. “May I go?”

“No, you stay right where you are,” he told her. “Shut your mouth and stand there like you’re on display because you ARE.”

When he was certain the wench wasn’t going to go anywhere Galdwin smiled out at the crowd. “I apologize for that little distraction,” he began. “Our Audrey is still learning the skills of her new profession.

“Yes, what you’ve heard is true, a night with Audrey here is available to any man with the money to pay. But she’s a special woman with impressive assets that outsize any whore I’ve ever heard of. Because of that, and her willingness to let a man do ANYTHING he wishes to her, she does not come cheap.

“I know all who’ve inquired about the price have been shocked. Don’t be, her and those massive tits are worth every coin. Still, I want to show you all Audrey here is an attraction worth your attention each and every night even IF you think you’ll never be able to afford a night with her.

“Just look at the costume she’s wearing tonight. I promise you now that each night she’ll have a new one, each more exciting than the last. That’s right, she’ll never be seen wearing the same outfit twice. And why? Well, that’s what the special announcement is about.

“See, if anyone DOES purchase her for the night they will get the costume as a thank you gift to do with as they please. And on nights when no one has purchased her services like tonight? Well, I’ve a special treat for you all. When not going to someone who has bought her the costume will be auctioned off each night!”

The crowd was quiet for a moment then many of them began to chatter excitedly.

“Just think, each night you can have the chance to snatch up a unique trophy to do with as you please. Word will spread of the kind of entertainment Audrey provides through the night. This inn will grow busier. And as that happens more men like you fine gentlemen will be eager to collect her outfits.

“We’ll start bidding the same each night, at a single coin, and go from there. Understand?” The crowd in the common room let the innkeeper know they understood. “Good, then let’s begin!”

* * *

“Off with it,” Galdwin demanded as soon as the door to her room was closed. “Be quick, the winner is waiting, but be careful too! I don’t want you damaging the costume.”

She undressed by the bed with her back to the man, barely caring she’d be left naked in front of him. The auction had been humiliating and had left her sinking into her defensive dissociative state again.

Meat. I felt like meat being auctioned off. It wasn’t my outfit they were bidding on, it was a piece of me. A little trophy to remember their power over me, a well-paid for proof I’m just meat to them.

The way the men bidding on her outfit had talked about her had been disgusting, especially once it became clear most wanted the clothing just so they could have her panties. They’d talked about being eager to smell them, some even bragging about sexual things they planned on doing to them.

“You should be proud,” Galdwin told her. “Tonight was a roaring success and those boys are going to go out and spread the word. I imagine eventually I’ll have to start turning people away once the inn gets too full.

“And you’ll soon have devoted collectors fawning over you. They’ll come in each night hoping to win the auction and get another costume of yours to add to their horde, like some perverse dragon.

“Imagine those men you hate so much. Laying in their beds, your clothes spread out around them for them to roll around on naked. Imagine some grabbing your stinking panties and holding them to their faces while they furiously jerk off to the smell of your cunt. They’ll know they can never afford the real thing, too much money. But your clothes? Your panties? They’ll spend what money they have just for a lingering whiff of your pussy.”

She was naked by the time he was done. “Just take the clothes and go,” she muttered, hugging her naked breasts protectively. She was struggling not to shut down. She just wanted the terrible day to be over.

“One thing before I go,” Galdwin said as he gathered up the clothing. “The dancing. You’ll try again tomorrow night and you’ll do better. You’ll keep trying till you’re good at it. You’ll keep trying till you dance the way they want. Understand?”

She hugged her breasts tighter, remembering how one man had called out that he wanted to see her shaking her breasts. “I understand,” she told him, voice flat as she tried to hide how close to tears she was.

“Good. You can sleep in again. And once you’re up you’ll bathe and put on whatever costume I decide you’ll wear tomorrow.”

As soon as he was gone and the door closed behind him she collapsed on the bed and broke into a fit of quiet sobs. The day felt like it had almost defeated her, and that feeling shamed her.

How could today have felt so bad when yesterday was so undeniably worse in every way?

Her mind dwelled on the question as she got under the blankets. Perhaps it was that the day had felt “easy” in comparison to the previous day’s humiliations, degradations, and ultimate violations. After what she’d endured the previous night what she’d been made to suffer through today had felt almost like a vacation in the countryside in comparison.

She decided THAT was what disturbed her so much. Taken on its own the day was one that, not long ago, might have broken her. But after the previous night it had barely phased her, even as she’d struggled through nearly every moment of it.

It reminded her of when she had started her career as a Knight of the Sisterhood. Those earliest battles, the blood and violence and death, had all been so hard to endure. But each time she lived through a battle that was bloodier than she’d experienced anything less became a faded horror that she grew progressively more numb to. Doling out death became easy even as the horror of it remained.

Will enduring humiliation, degradation, and sexual horrors be the same? Will I grow numb to them the same way I grew numb to death on the battlefield?

No, never numb, she thought bitterly wishing that WAS what was going to happen. Each transgression, even if it’s something I’ve endured a hundred times, will still torment me. I’ll never grow used to these kinds of things…

There was part of her that longed to find a breaking point. Broken and defeated she could abandon her mission.

But that won’t happen, she thought, feeling a strange mix of pride and horrific foreboding. Last night proved it. If I could endure that then nothing will break me. I’ll do what I did then when it becomes too much. I’ll shut down. Disassociate. Become meat, meat with holes and nothing else.

She shuddered, hating that the awful mantra came so easily to the front of her mind.

Tomorrow will be different, she promised herself. The costume and the new attention put on me threw me off today. It prevented me from making any progress on my mission. But tomorrow I’ll be prepared for it, tomorrow I’ll be able to start figuring out what that bastard nobleman is up to. I’ll gather the information and proof I need because the sooner I do that the sooner I can leave this awful place behind. The sooner I can stop being “Audrey”. The sooner I can stop having to endure all I’ve had to endure…

She drifted off to sleep, convinced wrongly that tomorrow would be better.