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Part Two
She woke to the sounds of unwelcome company in her room.
“Morning, Audrey,” Galdwin the Innkeeper said, voice bright and cheery.
As she sat up, bleary-eyed and raising a blanket to cover her naked body, she glared at the hated innkeeper, taking only slight notice of the two kitchen boys behind him. She decided it was the predatory smile on his face that so unnerved and angered her. He spoke in a happy, kind tone of voice but that smile told a different story.
“What torments do you have in store for me today?” she demanded, a good night’s sleep having made her feel braver than she had the night before.
“Oh, a little of this and a little of that,” the innkeeper said. He held his hands up and shrugged as though he was a child caught in some harmless mischief. Then, the moment over, he snapped his fingers and pointed to the bed.
Stanhope and Lawford grabbed a large chest and put it on the end of the bed.
She watched them wearily, aware of the way they kept looking at her. Their eager, beady eyes kept going to her chest, drinking in the sight of her half-covered cleavage. She pulled the blanket up higher, covering more of her chest.
“A new costume?” she asked, looking away from the two scrawny, greasy, pimply youths.
“Of course,” Galdwin told her. “But first, I have a present for you.” He held a hand up and snapped his fingers. “The collar,” he barked.
“Yes, ser,” one of the kitchen boys said as he rushed to the innkeeper’s side.
Is that one Stanhope of Lawford? It’s so hard to tell the two little cretins apart… I think it’s Lawford, he’s slightly shorter than the other and always seems dirtier. Yes, that’s definitely Lawford. Just look at how grossly grubby his hands are.
The filth covering the youth’s hand had temporarily distracted her from the item he’d handed the innkeeper. She turned her attention to it, feeling apprehensive because of what she saw. “Part of my costume?” she asked, staring uneasily at the leather collar the innkeeper held up for her to see. She could feel the item was enchanted and that unsettled her.
“Yes but actually no,” the innkeeper told her. “Come here and let me put it on you.”
When she tried to pull the blanket along with her to keep her naked body covered she found the chest placed on the bed prevented her from doing so. “Why don’t you come to me?” she asked with little hope the innkeeper would indulge her request.
“I think not,” he told her, smiling in a way that made clear he knew he was forcing her to expose herself to him and the kitchen boys.
He’s up to something. Something to do with that collar. Something to do with Stanhope and Lawford. She made note of how the two youths were standing eagerly by bathing supplies and a tub of warm water. “Make them leave the room first,” she demanded, once more having little hope her request would be met.
“No,” the innkeeper said bluntly. “Now get your great big fat ass and huge wobbling tits out of that bed and get over here.”
With a resigned sigh she got up from the bed, doing her best to cover her massive breasts with her arms. It was a mostly useless attempt, but she had to try. The feel of the gross boys ogling her breasts as she stood made her skin crawl.
“Lovely, isn’t it?” Galdwin asked as he approached him. “The finest leather and this metal link here in the front is very sturdy.”
“Such fine craftsmanship,” she said sarcastically. “But what of the OTHER craftsmanship worked into it? I’m no fool, I can feel it’s enchanted and see it’s made to look like a mock slave collar so preferred by perverts of all kinds.”
He ignored her question, instead demanding she turn around so he could put it on her. She thought for a moment about refusing then remembered the face of her target, Tanner Bruckenwald the Fourth. Now that he was here at the inn any thought of abandoning her mission had to be ignored.
“Fine,” she told him, turning her back to the man. She pulled her hair to the side, baring her neck to him.
As he put the collar around her neck she continued to think about the corrupt nobleman. I need to get a message to the Sisterhood keep, let them at least know he’s here. Perhaps today I can think of some reason to slip out of the inn for a short time.
As Galdwin tightened the leather collar around her neck an odd warmth spread out from it. She groaned slightly, the sensation of an unwelcome enchantment overtaking her leaving her feeling violated. “What does this collar do?” she asked, having little hope he’d tell her.
“A great many things,” Galdwin replied as he finished securing it. “One of those things is that it creates a simple but effective glamor that will alter its appearance so that it matches whatever outfit you wear. Important as it won’t be coming off your neck till your time as my employee is over, yet I don’t want it clashing with the costumes you’ll wear each day.”
“How practical,” she replied dismissively. “What else does it do?”
“Close your eyes,” he told her as he placed his hands on her shoulders and kept her from turning to face him. “Concentrate. FEEL what it’s doing,” he said before releasing his grip on her and backing away.
She did as he asked, unsettled by what she felt. Since the curse had been put on her breasts she’d often thought she could “feel” the eyes of men on her. Now she realized how much of an illusion that had been, for the collar was actually forcing her to feel the gaze of all three men in the room. She felt their eyes lingering on her plump, wide backend. But it was more than that, she felt their unwanted gaze lingering in her mind, could feel the way it unsettled her being stored in the back of her mind.
“Make it stop,” she whispered, hugging her chest protectively. She already feared what it would feel like when men looked at her massive breasts, feared the feeling of those male gazes lingering then stored in a vault in the back of her mind.
“I’ve no power to make it stop,” Galdwin said in a triumphant, gloating tone. “But at the end of the day you’ll be able to make it all go away. See, every desire-filled glance and stare, every sex-driven grope or slap, it’s all going to be felt more intensely and stored up. The more that’s stored up the hornier it will make you feel at the end of the night. And the only way to excise it will be to masturbate to the crisply preserved memories. Each night you’re going to have to cum away the memories!”
She balked, turning around to glare at the man and instantly regretting it. She felt the eyes of all three men on her breasts, felt the crude desire felt for her, and then felt the memory of it perfectly preserved and stored in the back of her mind.
“I won’t wear it,” she told him, voice low and full of anger. “I won’t,” she said again, less certainly. Except I have to. I have to endure EVERYTHING till this is over.
Galdwin simply smiled, looking like he knew what was running through her head. “I take it you’ve already changed your mind?”
“Yes,” she said through gritted teeth.
“Good! Then let’s get you cleaned up before your outfit for the day is revealed.” He snapped and pointed to the large tub Stanhope and Lawford were standing by. “They’ll be helping you bathe this morning,” he told her. “A treat for them and a way for you to get a good feel of what the collar is going to make you feel.”
The two boys grinned in a way that made her skin crawl. She shuddered, realizing it was more than that. She could FEEL their unwelcome lecherous stares, even feel their eager, youthful desire for her thick, mature body. And while the collar she was wearing made her feel it all more acutely she also felt it being stored up in the back of her mind, a lingering memory that would haunt her quietly till it was excised.
She went to the bath happy the tub was large enough for her to sit down in. At least then, with her knees pulled in, she’d be better able to cover her massive breasts. The water looked warm, even if she’d have to let the little cretins help wash her at least she WOULD end up feeling cleaner than she’d woke up feeling.
As soon as she stepped into the tub she started to sit in the water. Galdwin stopped her with a demanding noise to draw her attention. “No,” he told her. “Stand. You’re going to let them wash you. And lower your arms. They’ll need free access to your breasts to wash them.”
After glaring defiantly at him for a moment she relented just as he knew she would. She let her arms drop, instantly feeling the eager, greedy feel of the three men drinking in the sight of her fully exposed breasts.
Stanhope and Lawford produced bars of soap and large sponges. They took up places behind and in front of her then dropped to their knees and began soaping up the water and sponges.
Her stomach churned as she felt their eyes on her naked body. It was an awful physical sensation, felt acutely on her front and back.
She could feel the gaze of the one behind her lingering on her plump, wide ass. Not just vaguely on her ass, but feel the exact places he was looking. His eyes kept returning to the crevice of her ass cheeks, running down them to her thick meaty thighs then back up.
The boy before her kept looking up at the underside of her huge breasts. The feel of his eyes there made her painfully aware of just how overlarge her grossly enlarged breasts were. He was looking at parts of their swollen mass that she was unable to see unless she looked in a mirror and pulled her breasts up to see the underside. Knowing it was a part of her body even she rarely saw left her feeling even more violated.
“Begin washing her,” Galdwin told the boys.
Shaking, eager hands pulled sponges full of soapy water up and slathered it on her thick legs. They scrubbed clumsily, not bothering to look at what they were doing. She knew because she could feel their eyes, the one behind her still staring at her ass with the other now looking at the hairy patch above her womanhood.
The one behind her dunked the sponge back into the water and when he brought it back up slapped it on her ass. At first he just rubbed, scrubbing her clean for real, but as he grew more comfortable his focus wandered. He’d started rubbing the sponge on her ass with two hands, but soon a hand would leave the sponge so he could rub soapy water directly on the plump cheek.
He groped her ass tentatively, waiting for her to object. She knew doing so would only anger Galdwin so she didn’t bother objecting. When the boy realized this he dropped the sponge and began groping her plump ass with both hands. He squeezed the thick, dense meat in his hands, cooing in delight.
“So fucking fat and firm,” he grunted in surprise. Seeming to remember he was supposed to be washing her he bent down, dipping his hands into the water, and pulling it up to dump it on her ass. “Have to get this filthy area nice and clean,” he giggled as he watched the sudsy water flow into her ass crack.
The feel of his gaze burning into her cheeks made it clear what was going to happen next.
His hand slipped into her crack. “Got to get in here,” he told her, pushing on her back and bending her over slightly. He held her cheeks open with one hand then began sliding the edge of his other hand up and down her crack, panting heavily as he “washed” her.
Meanwhile the boy in front of her had been slowly working his way up her legs, staring at her crotch the whole time. She’d had to gradually adjust her legs, begrudgingly opening them more as he insisted on washing clean every part of her legs and then her thighs.
When the one behind her bent her forward slightly to better clean her ass the change in position had caused her massive breasts to lower onto the boy’s head. He giggled and turned his head up, burying his face in her dangling tits.
She gritted her teeth, hating the childish yet overtly sexual act. She wanted to growl at the boy to get his face out of her fucking tits but knew better. It will just anger Galdwin and maybe push him to allow them to do more than just ‘wash’ me.
“Stanhope, get your face out of Audrey’s tits. And you, Lawford, leave her ass alone. It’s clean enough by now. But her tits ARE filthy and need a good washing, especially since her costume today will leave them even more the focus than they normally are. Quickly wash her back and that gross, soft, plump belly of hers then spend the rest of your time washing her tits.”
“Yes, boss,” the boys said eagerly in near unison.
As they washed her she simmered with an unpleasant mix of rage and humiliation. Once her body had been hard and muscular. After the curse, and after years of soft living, she’d grown plump and soft all over. The only times she was happy her massive breasts drew almost all focus was when she was aware of how her belly had changed. She was often ashamed of her comically large breasts, but most days they didn’t disgust her the way her plump, gross, soft belly did.
She hated having it exposed. Hated having it touched. She knew it wasn’t as large and gross as she thought, but also knew many men would think it worse than she did. She’d so far avoided having any man comment on it, but now Galdwin had. And looking at him after he’d spoken the cruel words she’d not been able to hide how they’d stung her and saw in his eyes he would remember the weakness.
Once the boys had washed her belly and back they moved on to her breasts. The boy behind her reached around her body, grabbing them with greedy hands. “They’re so much softer than her fat ass,” he told the other boy as he squeezed them. He squeezed them again, giggling as his hands sunk into their soft bulk. When he shifted how he was holding them and lifted them he added, “They are so fucking heavy!”
“I want to try,” the other boy said, rushing behind her and pushing the first out of the way. Another pair of greedy, shaking, clumsy hands were on her tits, grabbing, groping, squeezing, lifting.
I hate this, she thought as she tried to control her breathing. Hate the feeling of their nasty little hands. Hate how unskilled their touch is, hate how their gropes are so selfish yet how the curse on my breasts makes it feel good. Hate how turned on it’s making me… Hate how humiliating this is. Hate the way it’s making me feel so dehumanized.
I feel like meat, she thought, the world around her dimming as she began to dissociate. They are making me feel like meat. That’s what I am, just meat. Meat doesn’t have to think, doesn’t have to feel this awfulness. So I’ll just be meat and not a woman for now. Just meat… Just let them do what they want because meat doesn’t object.
“Washing, boys, you’re meant to be washing her,” Galdwin told them. “Keep having your fun, but make sure you get them udders clean.”
Just meat, she thought. Just filthy meat that needs washing.
The boys each brought a sponge dripping soapy water to one of her breasts. As they washed her breasts they groped and rubbed sensually but always in a way that left her feeling dehumanized.
“Make sure you lift those gross, colossal sacks of fat up,” Galdwin told the boys, his voice full of cruel joy as he saw how his words made the woman he knew as Audrey wince. “You need to wash under them. All that gross sagging tit meat resting on her body all day? It must get so sweaty and nasty under there. Wash it good.”
Sweaty, nasty meat. That’s all I am. Sweaty, gross, nasty meat.
“And her nipples,” Galdwin told the boys. “They need cleaning too, but they’re too sensitive to be cleaned deeply with the sponges. As you wash under her huge gross udders suck her nipples clean.”
The boys each sealed their greasy lips around one of her nipples and began sucking as they kept washing under her breasts. The feel of their tongues and the clumsy sucking should have left her repulsed. She was, but thanks to her curse she felt pleasure too. Even though the boys had obviously never sucked on a woman’s breasts in a sensual manner their clumsy, often painful sucking, left her as turned on as though they were skilled at pleasuring a woman with their mouths.
Meat, she thought as she drifted further from her experienced reality. Just meat. Gross fat meat that exists for men to use. My pleasure doesn’t matter, I need not worry about it, need not feel it. Need not acknowledge it. I only need to be meat.
Her defense mechanism worked. She was able to fade from her tormented reality, only coming back to it once Galdwin had declared her clear. As the boys toweled her off, getting a few last gropes of her tits and ass in, she came back to her sense.
Then it hit her. Painfully clear memories of the awful things she’d escaped by disconnecting from reality. Lingering in the back of her mind thanks to the collar, stored there till she could work them out that night.
“Alright boys, be on your way. I’m expecting a big crowd tonight and you need to get busy baking and cooking.”
“This collar is evil,” she muttered once the boys had left the room.
“What was that?” Galdwin asked. “I don’t think I heard you. What did you say?”
From the look on his face she could tell he HAD heard her. He just wants to make me say it again. Wants to gloat and taunt and torment me. I can’t give him that satisfaction.
“What’s my costume for today?” she asked, ignoring his question. “I’d like to be dressed as soon as possible so I can stop feeling your unwelcome gaze on my body,” she added, hoping that the costume lying hidden in the chest wouldn’t end up making her regret her words.
“Why don’t you open the chest and find out,” Galdwin said with an eager grin that made her fear what she would find.
It can’t be as bad as yesterday, she thought as she slowly opened the chest. The sight that greeted her gave her great relief. What lay in the chest looked, at least at first, like normal clothing. She began taking the chest’s contents out one at a time, inspecting them then laying them on the bed beside the chest.
Neatly folded on the top was a pair of silky black panties. As with the previous day’s clothing she was surprised to see that the article of clothing appeared to be perfectly tailored to fit her curvaceous body. She wondered how he was getting her exact measurements but decided not to inquire, suspecting she wouldn’t like the answer if he chose to give one.
Under the panties was a short blue skirt. Holding it up and unfolding it she saw the garment was a lot smaller than she’d first thought. Once she had it on the plumpness of her ass would ensure the skirt hung barely past her thighs.
Memories of hands snaking up her skirts flashed through her mind. It’s going to be all too easy for those awful men to put their hands up this, she thought as she let out a resigned sigh. At least he’s allowed me underwear today.
Next she pulled out a purple corset. The garment was one of the finest, most beautiful things she’d ever seen. Yet as she held it up she thought it must be a mistake. Even fitted snuggly just around her midsection a corset this size would never fit her, no matter how tightly the lacing was pulled closed. Her belly was just too big, no amount of shifting or squeezing her softness would make it fit in the garment. The corset was an overbust, designed to fit over one’s breasts as well as their mid-section.
“I feel you mean this as another of your cruel japes,” she said as she held the corset up. Her back was to Galdwin and thanks to the collar she could feel his eyes on her, feel them snaking down her back, taking in the fullness of her side curves then lingering on the crevice of her plump, wide ass.
“Perhaps it is, but I think you misunderstand the nature of the joke,” he told her. “Feel the stitching. Run your fingers over the loose lacing.”
She did as he commanded, not sure what to expect. She gasped, dropping the corset back into the chest. “It’s enchanted! VERY enchanted.”
“Indeed. It WILL fit you. It will expand as you put it on then, once in place, will shrink to fit your body perfectly. The lacing will even tighten magically, keeping you just snug enough that bending over and breathing heavily will be a struggle. And once on, well…” He trailed off, chuckling to himself. “There’s only one way to get it off.”
“How?” she demanded, wanting to turn and glare at the man but not wanting to feel his gaze on her breasts.
“Keep going,” Galdwin told her. “If you’re not as dumb as I sometimes think you’ll figure it out.”
She set the enchanted corset down on the bed with the skirt and panties then returned her attention to the open chest. The next garment in the chest perplexed her and not till after she lifted it out and inspected it did she understand what it was.
At first she thought what appeared to be a pile of large, exotic blue feathers must be a feather boa scarf. Once she went to pull it out of the chest she found leather and cloth under the feathers. It was like pauldrons, only instead of creating armor the leather shoulder guards were covered in exotic feathers.
An image clawed weakly at the back of her mind. The outfit she was assembling reminded her of something, but she couldn’t quite piece it all together in a way that allowed her to see what it was. The humiliating outfit she’d worn the previous day had been something based on a heroic figure of legend. Was that what this was? But who was the cruel Innkeeper dressing her up as?
After setting the feather-covered shoulder piece down she saw only a few smaller accessories left in the chest. The largest was an ornate belt with beautiful images of sartorial tools and materials worked into the fine leather. When she pulled the belt out she saw one of the other items, a pair of golden scissors, was attached to it by a sturdy gold-colored cord.
Confused, she set the item down. There were two things left in the chest. A necklace and a smaller chest. She ignored the chest for the moment, instead pulling out the necklace. A large gold emblem, like a huge coin, hung on a long gold chain.
Her heart stopped for a moment when she looked at the symbol etched into the emblem. She knew that symbol. She knew the goddess it was the sign of. And now she understood what the costume was.
“I won’t wear this,” she said, dropping the necklace. It landed in the chest with a loud thunk, the heavy sound echoing through the room as though punctuating her refusal. “I can’t dress up like a goddess. It’s sacrilegious, especially knowing the kinds of things I’ll have to endure tonight. I won’t do it. I can’t.”
As she spoke she knew her words were hollow. She knew Galdwin would tell her she WOULD do as she was told and knew she’d acquiesce to his demands. The emblem on the necklace stared up at her. She stared back at the symbol on it. A bird, one she knew would be depicted as blue if the image had color, holding a pair of fabric shears.
It was the symbol of Vereesa, Goddess of Sartorial Craftsmanship. A studious, good goddess, she thought. Not one who’s ever been pulled into the perverse battles between the pure gods and those tainted by The Corruption. She’s always remained apart, blessing those who perfect the sartorial arts. And as those people are more than not women she’s viewed as a very good goddess amongst the Sisterhood.
Galdwin hadn’t replied to her refusal to wear the outfit. He’d remained silent, waiting. When he saw the woman he knew as Audrey’s shoulders slump he chuckled. “Done with your petulant fit? Ready to admit you’ll be wearing the costume tonight?”
“Yes,” she replied, voice barely a whisper.
“You’ll make a good Vereesa. And don’t be so sullen,” he added. “I bet there are aspects of her worship you’re not aware of. She’s quite popular with certain kinds of prostitutes, the higher-class ones that wear noblewoman’s clothing and call themselves ‘escorts’. Why, in some lands, it’s even popular to dress up like Vereesa when conducting their business. Although I admit, I’ve had the costume made with a little extra flair. Anything for my client.”
As he spoke her focus was on the small chest left in the larger one. Looking at it made her feel a sense of foreboding, something that was deepened by the lock keeping the chest closed. Distracted as she was she failed to notice Galdwin had said ‘client’ singular, implying what was doing to her was not just for his personal joy or a ploy to become wealthier.
“What’s in the chest?” she asked as she picked it up and found it was, as she thought, locked and wouldn’t open. “I suppose you want to make me work for the key to unlock,” she said with a heavy sigh, wondering if the cretinous innkeeper had finally decided to make her do something sexual with him. The fact he’d restrained this long had surprised her, but she had no doubt EVENTUALLY he’d take liberties with her body.
“There’s no key,” he told her gleefully. “Wonderful little contraption. It’s enchanted so that it will only open tonight after you return to bed. I’ve set it up that way after putting something you’ll need in it, something you won’t need till AFTER your shift is done for the night. Think of it as a present from me to you, a way to help deal with the things that collar will make you suffer through. Now go set it on your nightstand, you’ll need it nearby when you retire to bed tonight.”
He paused, his tone of voice shifting to be full of gleeful mischief. “Assuming you’ll do so alone tonight,” he added, reminding her that someone with enough money could buy her body for the night.
After putting the chest on her nightstand she returned to the bed and stared down at the pieces of the costume. I can endure this all, she thought, doing her best to ignore the feel of the innkeeper’s eyes on her naked body. I can endure this sacrilegious costume. I can endure what those vile men downstairs are going to do to me today. And when I return to this room I can endure whatever horrors this collar will unleash on me. And through it all I will find a way to work on completing my mission.
“Enchanted or not,” she began, gritting her teeth as she spoke as though the words pained her, “I will need help getting the corset on. I hope you will not take the same liberties you let your kitchen boys take with my body while they bathed me?”
“I’ll take whatever liberties I please with you, Audrey Fuckmeat.”
She winced, the mocking false last name hitting her like a slap to the face. “That’s not my name,” she declared, voice shaking.
Meat, a voice in the back of her mind said. That’s all I am. Meat. Meat with fuckable holes. Audrey Fuckmeat, that’s you.
Under her breath, so Galdwin couldn’t hear her, she said, “My real name’s NOT even Audrey. And my last name certainly ISN’T Fuckmeat.”
Audrey Fuckmeat, the voice in her mind said. That’s who you’ve become. Who you’ll always be. Just Audrey Fuckmeat and nothing more.
She shook and quavered, disturbed by what was happening in her mind. It was her internal voice, yet off just a bit. I’m going mad, she thought. Or am I? Could this be the collar’s doing?
The way Galdwin remained quietly chuckling behind her made her suspect he knew something of her internal struggle. That man. That evil fucking man. One day this will be over and I’ll return to impale him on a sword and burn this awful place to the ground.
“Shall we get you dressed now, Audrey Fuckmeat?” he said.
Audrey took a deep breath in, then exhaled slowly. “Fine,” she said, barely noticing that for the first time since taking up the false identity she’d felt like being called “Audrey” was natural and right. The mocking, crude last name still felt like a cruel joke, but in time that too would change…
* * *
Audrey was still a little in awe of how easy putting the corset on had been and how perfectly it fit. Even the way the golden lacing had tightened itself had left her impressed. The magic woven into the garment was some of the finest she’d ever seen.
The money it cost to make this corset would probably be enough to buy this inn three times over. How is Galdwin affording all this? Surely he doesn’t think selling off this costume tonight will make his money back. Does he truly hope to turn me into an attraction that can make buying such insanely expensive garments profitable?
She knew asking him would be pointless. He wouldn’t answer, he’d only reply with some cruel joke at my expense. At least he didn’t take liberties while helping me get it on. And now that I’m in the costume the feeling of his eyes on me is more bearable. Crammed in this corset the way I am, I’m barely able to breathe but at least nearly all my cleavage is covered up. It’s even doing some work to compress the indecent size of my cursed breasts.
That, however, was something she knew wouldn’t last. The golden scissors hanging from the ornate belt she wore would be part of the night’s indignities. Men who “tipped” a certain price would be allowed to snip one of the laces, beginning at the top and slowly working their way down through the night.
Galdwin had ensured her the magic of the garment would “seal” the lacing below what was cut, keeping the whole thing from unraveling after each snip.
That was good, she’d thought. The way I’m stuffed into this thing has me feeling like a snipping of non-enchanted lacing would be enough for my massive breasts to cause the whole thing to explode open.
Then Galdwin had revealed that at one point the magic of the lacing wouldn’t be enough to contain her breasts. “Eventually their immense size will overpower the magic left. At that point, well, let’s hope the results are as explosive as I expect they will be. I assume that to most it will look as though your breasts are expanding and ripping the corset open.”
“How much of the lacing before that happens? How man snips with these golden scissors before the lacing gives?” she demanded, hoping to at least be able to prepare herself for the inevitable humiliation. With nothing on under the corset she knew once it broke she’d be left topless for the rest of the night. She feared what would happen then, doubting Galdwin was going to be kind enough to let her put some other top on as she finished serving for the rest of the evening.
Galdwin had just shrugged. “I’ve no idea. That’ll be half the fun, and it will be what keeps my customers paying an ever-increasing cost to expose those massive breasts of yours. That and how humiliating you’ll find the ordeal. Make sure not to hide it, alright? I suspect most of my repeat customers will be coming not to get a gander at those multi-gallon sagging globes, but to see the way showing them off makes you suffer.”
Presently they were on their way down the stairs. The smell of roasting chicken she knew would be far too greasy wafted up at her. It was mixed with the smell of apples and cinnamon baking in ovens. At one point those smells had been ones she’d loved, but now she just associated them with the stink of the inn. The pipe smoke and the ripeness of the unwashed men and that awful clove scent that always seemed to permeate the place.
“Already crowded,” Galdwin said, his eyes glinting with eager greed. “And it’s still early! It’s going to be a busy night,” he declared gleefully as they reached the bottom of the stairs.
He stopped, blocking the way to the common room where Audrey would begin her evening of hard work and humiliation. “Out the back door,” he said, pointing down the small hall, “there’s a rain barrel. Go drag it into the kitchen, Stanhope and Lawford may need the extra water tonight.”
Audrey’s first impulse was to balk at the order. She served drinks and food while enduring sexual humiliation, but she DIDN’T do manual labor. And even if she normally did she’d struggle to do even the most menial of tasks in the outfit she had on. She could barely bend over and breathing even hard made her chest rise in a way that left her massive breasts pressing in so tightly on her chest she’d feel as though she couldn’t breathe.
But just as she was about to object she realized this gave her an opening she was desperate for. She’d told herself she needed to find a way to sneak out of the inn for a short time to get a message to the keep. This would be the perfect time! She could rush down the back alley between the inn and the next building over and flag someone down on the main road. She’d finally be able to get a report to the Sisterhood and let them know Tanner Bruckenwald the Fourth had arrived under a false name.
“As you wish, ser,” Audrey said. She went to give him a placating, subservient bow but regretted it at once. Even that slight downward motion left her feeling like the tightly constricted corset was going to squish her softest parts in a manner that would leave her internally harmed. It was almost enough to make her look forward to men beginning to pay to cut the corset open.
She rushed to the back door, unlocked it, opened it, and then… nothing.
Audrey tried to step through the doorway and found she couldn’t. She tried again. It was like her limbs just wouldn’t respond. She tried once more, noticing this time a warmth spreading down from her neck in cascading waves that left her muscles limp and unresponsive. She tried again and the heat, now clearly coming from the collar, extended up into her mind. The warmth was awful, bringing with it a stupefying fuzziness that left her so apathetic she abandoned her desire to leave the inn.
“Why?” she asked, her voice quiet and full of defeat. “Why make the collar keep me from leaving?”
“Is that something the collar does?” Galdwin asked, an innocent expression on his face but his tone making it clear he knew it did just that. “Well, if it DOES do that there must be a reason. Perhaps I’m worried your resolve might break. Now show me I’m wrong and get to work,” he said, stepping to the side and allowing her by.
* * *
An hour into her evening and the smell of overly greasy roasted chicken mixed with the scent of apple-filled hand pies made her want to retch. Add in the normal noxious mix of pipe smoke, the stale smell of men who didn’t bath enough, and the reek of alcohol on their breath and Audrey could barely maintain her composure.
I’m struggling with everything tonight because of the corset, she told herself. The way it’s squeezing my belly. I know it LOOKS slimming, but it’s just left me hyper-aware of how plump I am. The way it’s compressing my breasts… The unnatural, magical nature of the tightness makes it feel like I have a boulder on my chest keeping me from breathing too deeply!
The hour had dragged on, feeling like an eternity. Serving drinks and food was hard enough in the restrictive corset, but worse was how nearly impossible it made avoiding hands slipped up her too-short skirt.
“Give me a feel of a goddess’ fat ass,” one man had guffawed while grabbing her backend.
“I want a grab of divine pussy,” another had declared as he forced his hands between her thick thighs. She’d thankfully seen the attempted grope coming and although she’d been unable to dodge it had been able to close her legs tight enough to keep the man from grabbing her womanhood.
Part of her had regretted that. The man had been eating a particularly greasy slab of chicken with his bare hands. The slippery, gross-feeling grease print of his unwelcome hand lingered on her thighs, making them slip and slide unpleasantly together as she went about her duties for the next couple of hours.
The crowd was a rambunctious one and she knew it would only get worse as more men arrived and they all became more drunk.
She saw a lot of familiar faces in the crowd, men she’d been serving almost every day since taking on the job. A few were disinterested in her, but most were hyper-focused on Audrey. Focused not just on her new costume but on taking part in tormenting her.
A few faces she was used to seeing in the crowd were missing. They were men she’d often thought of “as the good ones”. It was clear the change to The Herald’s Trumpet had driven them away.
She knew Galdwin wouldn’t care. For every missing face there were at least two new ones. Awful, foul men who had heard about Audrey and come to see for themselves. Many she discovered had come from outside of the town and a few had even arrived from towns half a day’s ride away. All those tourists had arrived just to spend the evening at The Herald’s Trumpet, so many that Galdwin was going to have to turn some of them away to go and rent rooms for the night at other inns.
The greedy bastard will love that, Audrey thought gloomily. And the more overcrowded the inn gets the more he’ll be able to charge for the limited rooms we have.
Although she’d listened in to the talk of men coming from other towns to see her she’d often been distracted, missing snippets of the conversations. Tanner Bruckenwald the Fourth was sitting at the same table he’d sat at since arriving, a little distant from the rest of the crowd filling the inn and his presence always pulled on her focus.
She quickly noticed something was different about him that day. He seemed less apart from the others, and she even saw him speak to a few of the other patrons. That had surprised her, but his flimsy disguise seemed to be all he needed to go unrecognized. That, she realized, shouldn’t have been such a surprise. Even if they knew who he was by reputation it was unlikely any of these awful men would have ever met or even seen the nobleman.
What stood out most was the way he was paying more attention to her. Before that day he’d rarely acknowledged her outside of when he’d ordered another drink or some food. It had felt almost like he couldn’t see her.
Now, thanks to the collar she wore, she could feel it every time he looked at her from across the room. His “gaze” was sharp and felt different from all the others, although she couldn’t describe exactly what was different about it. Something in it reminded her of the way it felt when Galdwin looked at her. It was a dark, predatory thing that went deeper than the lecherous gaze of most men.
He can’t know who I am, can’t know what I’m up to, can he? It would be impossible. So what is it? What is he up to? It’s what I have to discover. And when I do…
Her thought trailed off and she reached up to touch the leather collar around her neck. I can’t leave, she thought, feeling a sudden swell of dismay. As long as this is on me I can’t leave.
Calming warmth radiated out from the collar into her mind. She shrugged, her worry melting away. I can just take it off when it’s time, she thought, not bothering to wonder if getting the enchanted collar off would be that simple.
When she’d arrived in the common room Galdwin had gotten everyone’s attention, explaining to those who couldn’t tell that she was dressed up as Vereesa, Goddess of Sartorial Craftsmanship. They’d loved that. These awful men delighted in anything that denigrated women, even goddesses.
Once the crowd had calmed down Galdwin had gone on to explain the special entertainment Audrey and her costume would be providing for the night would not be revealed till there was more of a crowd. That time had finally arrived. Galdwin had gathered the larger crowd’s attention and had Audrey come stand beside him.
He held up the golden scissor hanging from her belt. “For a price you can cut the top thread of the lacing on her corset,” he’d declared. “Now be warned, this is an enchanted corset. The lacing below where its cut will remain tight, keeping all of Audrey’s over-abundant soft meat crammed tight in there. But there’s so much of that meat that at one point even the enchantment won’t be enough to hold it back. Eventually someone will snip a bit of lacing and her colossal tits are going to burst free. After that point she’ll continue the night WITHOUT the corset on.”
The crowd murmured excitedly at that as it was clear to all that she wore nothing under the corset. Galdwin waited once more for them to calm down. “But there’s more. See, whoever is the one to cut the last bit of lacing will be getting a VERY special surprise.”
“What surprise?” someone yelled out.
Galdwin grinned at the man and tapped his nose. “Tis a secret. But trust me, whoever gets the surprise will be very thankful they were patient and had enough money to get it.”
That caused a wave of confused murmurs. Once they died down Galdwin explained further. “Every man will get only one chance to cut a bit of lacing holding Audrey’s massive tits in. Here me? Only ONE. So if you want to be the lucky winner you’ll need to be patient, yet not TOO patient lest you wait too long.”
Another wave of quiet comments spread through the crowd.
“What a fun game,” someone called out drunkenly. “And pitting us against each other? What a fiend you are,” the man said with an approving grin. After Galdwin gave him a gracious bow the man went on. “But what’s the cost? What’s to keep us all from throwing down a few handfuls of coins now to get the lovely cow’s udders on display for the rest of the night? I say hells to the special surprise, I just want to see her gigantic jugs wobbling all night as she serves us booze and good food!”
“Because,” Galdwin began, “a mere handful of coins will not be enough.” He reached into his apron and pulled out a small scroll. As he unfurled it magic crackled on the paper, the spell stored in the scroll springing to life. He let go of the paper as it sizzled away, turning to ash and smoke.
The crowd, including Audrey, watched in awe as the smoke sparkled before turning into a wisp of glowing magic. It swirled around, going to the middle of the common room by the ceiling and taking the shape of a large copper coin.
“A single copper coin,” Galdwin declared. “That’s the price of the first snip of Audrey’s lacing. After each use of the scissors the price will rise, but by how much will remain a mystery. The spell showing the cost is designed to randomly raise the price, although it acts within certain limitations. So not only will you have to battle with trying to decide not to wait too long to take a turn snipping a bit of lacing, but you’ll also have to decide if you dare not wait till the price is too high for you to afford.”
Audrey stood beside Galdwin on display, feeling the eyes of everyone in the room on her. Most of them were on her breasts. She could feel every pair of eyes, almost hearing their thoughts. Feeling the turmoil. Feeling the eagerness to see her topless along with the apprehension that they’d not have enough money to take part in the “fun” game. And above all she felt the greed to be the one who would win the “surprise” that would come along with the final snip of lacing.
What is that bastard planning on making me endure? It must be something truly awful… some degradation I’ve not suffered through in public yet.
Her mind raced with possibilities. They’d continue to run through her mind the whole night, sometimes making her dread the moment of revelation, and other times making her long for the moment to just come so she could be done with it.
Till the moment came she had orders to take, drinks and food to deliver, and countless humiliations and violations to endure.
* * *
Audrey soon decided she hated games. Once she was free from this nightmare she vowed never to play another game, certain any game would trigger traumatizing memories she knew she’d wish to never relive.
The cost of using the golden scissors had risen much faster than anyone had expected. That had caused a rush earlier in the night for the poorer patrons to get a cut in and soon her compressed breasts were bulging at the top of the corset’s overbust, her cleavage once more on full display.
By then the cost of the next snip had slowed things down considerably. It seemed only a handful of patrons still had the money left to purchase the next cut of the lacing but all were hesitant to take a turn. They’d only get one chance and it was clear that although the next few snips wouldn’t be the end it was soon approaching. It was a standoff between wealthy patrons who had the patience and money to wait the others out.
There was one particularly odious fat man that she worried would be the one to win. The sloven man seemed to have more money than the other men waiting to pay for a chance at the special surprise and although the sloppy cretin was ACTING the drunk fool Audrey could tell it was mostly a ploy to throw the others off.
The man was a truly indecent glutton. He ordered plate after plate of sickeningly greasy chicken, always washing it down with the inn’s most expensive Elven wine before moving on to a chaser of small apple-filled hand pies. Then, his ever-expanding fat gut somehow unfilled, he’d begin again.
He chugs that wine down so fast it’s a wonder he can taste it, Audrey thought as she brought him another bottle.
“Stay a moment,” the fat man said, punctuating his request with a foul-smelling belch so odoriferous Audrey had to turn and gag. The sight of her disgust only made the man laugh uproariously. “You hate your lot in life, do you not?”
“No, ser,” Audrey lied poorly. “I enjoy you fine men and how you treat me,” she told him, speaking more sarcastically than she should have. I know better, she cursed. Sassing them so just goads them into being crueler.
The man flashed a sickening, greasy grin at her. “I’ll have that surprise tonight,” he told her. He’d tried to whisper seductively but he was so overfilled with chicken and sugary pies that his voice sounded more like that of a sick, elderly toad croaking at her.
She held the golden scissors up, offering them to her. “The price seems not out of your range,” she said, nodding to the floating display of golden coins above. “Perhaps you’d like to try now before anyone beats you to the surprise?”
Take the offer, you disgusting sack of fat. Snip a bit of lacing so I can be done with you and your unwanted attentions.
Audrey had bent over slightly, hoping the look into her cleavage would goad the man into taking up the offer so she could be done with him. She was left regretting the ploy immediately. The feel of his eyes, narrow small things half hidden by the ample fat of his face, bored into the black void between her compressed breasts. The feel of his gross, greedy lust made her as nauseous as his breath did and she knew the “feel” of his gaze would linger stronger than most.
“Closer, lass,” the man croaked.
Audrey bent closer, reeling back a bit when he next spoke. Every inch she drew closer left his vile breath all the more nauseating.
“I got as wealthy as I am by being smart. I use my wealth to indulge in every whim I have. My first love has always been food and I plan to feast myself to an early grave. Along the way I wish to indulge in my second love when I can. Tits, lass, the bigger the better.
“I employ plump and fat wet nurses to sate my carnal desires. The sight of their heavy, grossly sagging teats pleases me in a way only food surpasses. I don’t even fuck the milk-leaking sluts, I just delight in playing with their fat titties and maybe once in a while jerking off on them.”
He paused, licking his greasy lips as he stared down into her cleavage. “I will have those monstrosities you carry around. They will be mine.”
Audrey pursed her lips as she pulled back a bit, skin crawling from the feel of his gaze into her cleavage. “You have the money, why not just pay for a night with me?”
He grinned, looking up at her. “Aye, I’d been most excited when I heard about you and even more excited when I heard you’d been made a whore. But the price Galdwin gave me when I inquired is too rich even for me. It’s as if he wants to make you unattainable for the time. So I’ll settle for tonight’s festivities and hope the surprise is worth the wait AND the cost.
“But I know tits. I know those monsters aren’t going to burst free yet. I’ll bide my time and wait for a couple more of these fools to grow impatient. Then, when the moment is right, the surprise will be mine. Now off with you, wench, shake that fat ass and huge wobbling tits in their faces so they’ll stupidly pay to lose their chance at the surprise.”
When Audrey left the man’s table she was thankful to be away from his stink but unhappy her interactions with him were far from over. He’s going to win, she thought in dismay. He’s the worst man here tonight and he’s going to win then I’m going to have to endure giving him whatever the surprise is.
* * *
Two snips to her corset later and Audrey’s tits were practically spilling out. She knew the next cut of the lacing would end things and wasn’t sure why the fat man hadn’t taken his chance. Perhaps the cost has risen too high for even him, she thought.
The thought dismayed her. The feel of her massive tits half bulging out of the partially open corset felt awful. The imbalance of her breasts’ weight, their lower bulk still tightly compressed while the top half was free to “wobbly and jiggle” as one man said, was a humiliation she’d have normally struggled to deal with. Thanks to the collar it was even worse. She felt their eyes on her jiggling tits. She even felt their arousal, at times acutely aware of which men were given erections by the sight.
Worse still was how precarious her breasts felt. She felt as though if she bent too far forward they’d come spilling out in a most humiliating way. Audrey wanted to avoid that, doubly so because she feared how the men would react if she managed to ruin the fun of the game centered around the surprise for cutting the final bit of lacing.
Although she’d become adept at carrying heavy trays of filled mugs of ale while dodging unwelcome gropes and slaps to her ass she found herself struggling at that point. They way the bulk of her breasts jiggled and shifted was throwing her balance off, and the fear that a tumble would make them spill out made her feel even more uncertain on her feet.
One hard slap to my ass and I’ll drop this tray of drinks, she thought as she saw a man eagerly waiting for her approach. Intending on avoiding his table to stay out of reach she looked about for an alternative route through the common room. That’s when she saw something that so distracted her she forgot all about the peril ahead of her.
Galdwin and Tanner Bruckenwald the Fourth were huddled together by the innkeeper’s bar having an animated conversation. Both spoke in a familiar manner that suggested the two were acquainted beyond inn patron and proprietor.
Wondering what that could mean, and her attention fixed on them, Audrey stupidly continued on her way. She walked right past the man who did just as she’d feared. He slapped her ass hard, the stinging impact on her plump backside making her yelp in pain and drop the tray.
All eyes turned to her as mugs shattered and ale spilled everywhere. Their gazes bore into her so intensely that the collar allowed her to hear some of their thoughts.
Clumsy fucking slut, can’t even carry drinks right.
Useless cunt. Wouldn’t be employed if it wasn’t for those colossal tits.
Maybe someone tripped her. Those tits almost came spilling out. I’m tired of waiting to see them, damn it!
She reeled in confusion, wanting to press her hands over her ears to block out the sounds of their thoughts. It’s the collar, she thought in dismay. Damn that evil innkeeper.
“Clean it up,” Galdwin said, voice cold.
Audrey started, surprised the man had gotten so close to her without her noticing. “I can’t,” she whispered to him. “If I bend over…” She trailed off, certain he’d understand after she glanced down at her chest.
“Fine,” he said. He called out for Stanhope and Lawford. The boys came out of the kitchen covered in sweat and grime from spending the long evening baking and cooking. Galdwin snapped and pointed at the mess on the ground. “The mugs, the platter, and all the broken bits. Clean it up, boys, but NOT the spilled ale. We’ll be leaving that for Audrey.”
He grinned evilly at her as he waited for the kitchen boys to finish up. Once they were done he pulled a rag from out of his apron and held it up. “You’ll soak the rest up.”
Audrey pursed her lips. “But ser, I CAN’T bend over right now.”
“Oh, I know,” he told her, dropping the rag. “Put your foot on it. Soak it up that way while you rub it back and forth. And keep your arms behind your back as you do it.”
Audrey went to do as she was told, not understanding the evil glee in his eyes. Then she understood. Rubbing up the spilled ale with her foot, especially with her arms held behind her back, made it so her tits shook and jiggled from side to side in a most humiliating way.
With everyone already staring at her it didn’t take long before the crowd was whistling and calling out cruel things about her “jiggling sacks of fat”. Men shouted for her to shake her tits harder. Others started betting each other whether her tits would fall all the way out.
It was humiliating and made all the worse by what the collar was doing to her. It ensured she FELT their gaze, and once more forced her to hear some of their thoughts, all things that cloyed unpleasantly in her mind.
“That’s good enough,” Galdwin said as he bent down to pick the soaked rag up. “Now get back to—”
“I’ll pay for a cut,” the awful fat man called out.
Audrey’s stomach sank. She had no doubt in her mind this would be the final cut. The way the crowd murmured excitedly told her most agreed with her. As she turned and went to the odious fat man she realized he must be the only one left in the room able to afford the now outrageous cost for a use of the scissor.
And he realized that that’s why he waited. He just wanted to see me suffer a bit longer.
Audrey stood a few paces behind Galdwin as the fat man handed a pile of gold coins over to the greedy innkeeper. She could feel all the eyes on her, feel them lingering on her breasts in eager anticipation. Her heart pounded. She didn’t want this yet was eager to get it over with.
“Thank you, ser,” Galdwin told the man as he finished collecting the payment. “And now, your chance at the surprise.”
The fat man licked his greasy lips in hungry anticipation. Audrey walked up to him, doing her best not to sneer in disgust at the sight and smell of the man. His gluttonous feasting had left him a disgusting mess. It wasn’t just the grease on his face he’d refused to wipe away, but pie crumbs resting on his bulbous gut along with gross bits of chicken meat that had fallen unnoticed there.
Fear of what was about to happen led to Audrey sinking into herself and dissociating from the world around her. It wasn’t her about to suffer through this. How could it be? After all, she wasn’t a woman, she was just meat.
The sound of the golden scissors cutting through enchanted lacing wasn’t something happening to her. It couldn’t be. She wasn’t a woman who could hear things, she was just meat.
It wasn’t her body she felt expanding as the corset burst open. Not her massive tits expanding so quickly as they were freed from their tight constraints that it must have looked like some perverse spell had magically enlarged them. It wasn’t her body, her torso fully exposed, that caused all these men to erupt in cheers and lewd, cruel jeers. That was happening to some poor woman whose unnaturally large breasts were being exposed to a whole crowd. That wasn’t her. She WASN’T a woman, she was just meat.
Only when she realized Galdwin was explaining what the surprise the fat man had won did Audrey return to herself. As she struggled to battle against the impulse to keep dissociating she also fought against the urge to try to hug her massive breasts to herself in a vain attempt to cover them. She knew doing so would just anger Galdwin, and worse she feared covering them up at this moment might make the crowd turn violent.
“You’ll get as long as this timer lasts,” Galdwin said as he pulled a small sand timer from his apron and held it up to show everyone. “While the sand still flows through the glass you can play with Audrey’s huge tits. Ser? Kindly pull your chair out so Audrey can sit on your lap. You can do whatever you want to those fleshy monstrosities as long as it involves your hands and mouth.”
The crowd once more erupted in cheers and lewd abuse.
Audrey heard none of it. Her focus was on the fat man. On his gross fat belly and awful greasy fat face. On the stomach-churning, gluttonous eager look on his evil face. On the way he had his plump hands raised in anticipation. He had nasty little fingers that looked like small sausages that were somehow even greasier than his face.
This isn’t happening to me, Audrey thought as she went and sat in the man’s lap. I’m not here. I’m not even a woman, she thought as Galdwin slammed the sand timer down on the table where the fat man had a pile of plates full of chicken bones and pie detritus.
The fat man grabbed her massive tits, his pudgy grease-covered fingers sinking into their substantial bulk.
Not a woman. Not my breasts this man is fondling and squeezing. Just meat. Just fat, disgusting meat. Not my breasts he’s shoved his face into. Not my body he’s licking and sucking on. Not my nipples he’s latched his mouth to. Just some meat.
The crowd had gone silent, watching with rapt attention as the gluttonous fat man seemed to feast on Audrey’s huge tits. He groped and pressed her tits together around his face. He licked and sucked on them, especially on her large nipples. He took in shaking, gasping, shuddering breaths, sounding as though he was moments away from a heart attack.
In the silence the sounds of his greedy sucking and slurping on her tits and his strained breathing seemed to echo thought the common room.
Another sound joined his gross, fleshy feasting of her tits. Audrey began to moan. Thanks to the curse on her breasts even this man’s gross, frantic attention was enough to make her body’s pleasure centers light up. Soon she had flung her head back to let out a lewd wail of delight that shocked most in the room.
“Times up,” Galdwin declared as he grabbed Audrey and pulled her off the fat man’s lap.
“Worth every coin,” the fat man panted. The grin on his face made it look like he could die at that moment and not mind.
The world came back to Audrey and thanks to the collar she wore so did crisp lingering memories of what had just happened. The collar forced her to relive what she’d just disassociated from. All those eyes on her. The gross feel of the man’s hands and mouth on her breasts. And the unwanted pleasure it brought, which had gone as far as to force her to cum in front of all these people.
Her face and chest flushed then burned as she felt all the eyes on her. She became painfully aware of the indecent way she was panting. Of how engorged and hard her nipples were. She even heard faint whispers in her mind, lewd thoughts of the men all around her.
Even bigger than I thought.
So huge! So heavy. So gross. Yet they’re making my cock so hard.
The slut came! Came from just having her tits played with… Amazing!
Have to save up my money. Have to come back and get a chance to do what he did.
Almost closing time, barely going to get any time to stare at them huge udders.
She can’t possibly continue working like that, can she? They’re fucking massive! And so heavy and soft. They’ll flop about too much.
“I can’t do this topless,” Audrey whispered to Galdwin in a near-silent, quavering voice. She continued, mumbling madly as her mind raced from one thought to the next. “It’s too much. I’ll reach my breaking point. I can’t endure this. My breasts… they need support,” she said, still hearing in her head the terrible things the men in the crowd were thinking.
“You CAN endure it,” Galdwin growled in a low voice no one else could hear. “But I admit those massive tits will be too unwieldy without a little support.”
He looked around then grinned when he saw the leering, happy fat man. “Ser, may I ask a favor? Perhaps you could let Audrey Fuckmeat here have your belt. With your substantial, uh, bulk, I believe it will be big enough to wrap around her body and hold her tits in place so she can finish her shift.”
“If I can be the one to secure the belt to her chest I’d be happy to,” the fat man declared.
Audrey had reached a breaking point. She’d been on edge, barely able to continue enduring. Having Galdwin publicly call her “Audrey Fuckmeat” had been too much.
Meat. That’s all I am. Just meat with holes. Audrey Fuckmeat, that’s me. Not a woman, not even a person, just meat.
She faded from the world around her, her mental defenses triggered and dissociating her from the man securing his massive leather belt around her torso and tits. She didn’t feel the pain when he secured it too snuggly around her, didn’t feel the leather biting into the sensitive bulk of her soft breast flesh. She didn’t feel the eager eyes of everyone in the inn watching the humiliating ordeal.
But she would. The collar would ensure that. The collar would ensure she remembered it all and relived the terrible moment over and over again.
* * *
The end of the night hadn’t come soon enough. Audrey wanted nothing more than to go to her bedroom and cry herself to sleep, but first she had to endure the auction.
It was worse than the previous night. Since she was already topless Galdwin declared each auctioned off article of clothing would be taken off and handed out as they were paid for. Along with everything else Audrey had to endure she now had to fully strip for these men as they bid on her clothing. It made her feel like butchered meat that was being sold off piece by piece.
The bidding war for each piece of her costume was vicious, with the fat man ending up winning every article of clothing. At the time Audrey barely noticed this. The feel of all those eyes on her naked body as it was slowly revealed was too overpowering, as was the bite of the belt secured tightly around her tits to hold them in place. It hurt, and confusingly along with the pain came pleasure thanks to the curse on her breasts. At the time she couldn’t decide which she’d rather be rid of, the curse on her breasts or the collar on her neck that made her feel and remember everything so intensely.
Then came the dancing.
Galdwin had told the audience she was “shit” at it and needed help getting better. She was made to dance naked for the crowd, tits held in place by the belt. She had to take the lewd suggestions members of the audience called out, leaving her feeling like a puppet the audience was making move.
Through it all she’d sunk to her safe place away from the world, but the memories came flooding clearly into her mind once she had returned to herself and they’d linger their till that night, making her feel the humiliation of dancing naked for them, then the added humiliation of Galdwin declaring she’d done better than the night before but berating her for still being “shit”.
After that Audrey thought it was nearly over. The common room was being cleared out, those who had rented rooms were being sent up to them and the rest were being kicked out of the inn. The loss of each pair of eyes on her naked body brought indescribable relief. In the big picture it was meager, but the trauma of the day left it feeling like the most soothing balm on her scarred psyche.
She’d closed her eyes, no longer able to look out and see the faces of the men who had seen her debase and humiliate herself so thoroughly. It had allowed the loss of each pair of eyes to sooth her all the better. But it also meant she didn’t know who the final eyes left in the room with her belonged to.
Audrey felt two pairs of eyes on her when she finally reopened her eyes. She’d known one pair was Galdwin’s but was uncertain who the lasts were, hoping perhaps it was one of the cretinous kitchen boys.
I was the fat man.
She was confused that he was still there.
Galdwin explained with evil glee in his eyes. “I’ve decided to give our plump friend here another surprise,” the innkeeper began. “Since he bought every piece of your outfit and nearly doubled my personal wealth tonight I think he deserves a real treat.”
Audrey’s stomach dropped out. He’s going to let him fuck me. I’m going to have to spend the night with this disgusting sack of shit.
“If you’d mind returning Audrey Fuckmeat’s used panties?”
Audrey winced at the use of the false last name.
“I know you, kind ser,” Galdwin said with a pleasant nod to the fat man. “And I know your particular sexual tastes. I know my first impulse to let you fuck her is not the right reward for you, nor would it be a good precedent to set with the auctions. So instead, we will do this.”
He turned to Audrey. “Kneel.”
She knelt, shaking in fear. What was about to happen? What was she about to be made to endure?
“Hold your tits up as if presenting the man with a religious offering,” he barked.
Audrey did as she was told.
“Good. Now open your mouth.”
As soon as she did Galdwin balled up her panties and then shoved them in her mouth. She reacted on impulse, groaning and trying to spit them out. Galdwin grabbed hold of the back of her head with one hand and put the other over her mouth, keeping the panties crammed in her open maw.
“Keep it there,” Galdwin growled. “There’s a good slut. Now you stay just like that, kneeling, mouth stuffed, and tits presented to this fine man. But look up at him. Keep eye contact. There’s a good girl.”
As he turned to face the fat man Galdwin stepped to the side and waved at Audrey. “You may do what I know you like to do. Jerk off on her. But let’s not cum on her tits, I think. As I said, bad precedent and all. Besides, the panties are yours. Wouldn’t you rather cum on them to make them a more meaningful piece of memorabilia?”
Meat. I’m just meat, Audrey thought as she faded from the world. Audrey Fuckmeat, that’s me. Not a woman. Just meat. Meat to stare at as a man jerks off. Meat that pleases him. Stuffed meat that’s meant to be humiliated and cum on.
When it was over, when she returned to herself once more, the collar ensured her mental defense mechanism was meaningless. The moments she’d disassociated from came flooding into her mind, crisper than they would have been as she lived through them.
But it’s over, she thought, holding back sobs of despair. This awful day is finally over. The fat man is leaving. I can go to my bedroom and fall apart and be done with this nightmare of a day. I won’t have to endure any more indignations. No more humiliations. No more violations.
Except Audrey was wrong. Her day WASN’T over, and there were more traumatizing torments waiting for her in what she thought of as the safety of her bedroom.
* * *
“The lewd display you put on tonight was exceptional,” Galdwin said as he followed Audrey up the stairs to her bedroom.
He’s staring at my ass. I can FEEL his eyes on me. Feel the lust he’s feeling… almost hear the dirty thoughts running through his mind. This is… different for him. There’s always been lecherous looks, but I’ve rarely felt true desire from him.
The sense of foreboding Audrey felt on the way up the stairs only got worse once they reached the top. In the hallway there was enough room for them to walk side by side. What she saw on the innkeeper’s face frightened her.
His face is flush and he’s breathing in a way that’s undeniably from arousal. He’s got that wild, almost mad look men get in their eyes when they’re too horny. He’s got that male madness that comes over them when all that matters is getting off.
She paused by her door, hesitating to enter even though she was naked and desperately wanted to be in the privacy of her bedroom. “I don’t need you to see me to bed,” she said.
“In,” he half growled, pushing past her and flinging the door open. “Your night’s not over,” he told her as he waved her in. “You’ve got your collar to deal with before you’ll be able to sleep and you’ll need what’s in the now unlocked chest on your nightstand,” he told her, slamming the door closed after she stepped into the room.
Danger. You’re in danger, her instincts were screaming. You shouldn’t have gone into the room with him. You shouldn’t have let him close the door. You’re trapped now.
The voice went on, shifting tone from one of warning to one of cruel derision. You’re pathetic. You’re weak. You deserve what’s about to happen. You’re no mighty knight like you once were. You’re just a fat victim now. It’s all you’ll ever be, Audrey Fuckmeat, that’s you.
Audrey choked back the sob building in her. She didn’t understand where this voice had come from. It was like her own, only not. It’s the collar, she thought once more, regaining control of her inner voice. It has to be.
Her thoughts were interrupted. Galdwin, eyes mad with wild lust, grabbed Audrey by the shoulders and slammed her against the wall. The sudden attack caught the distracted woman by surprise and the slam into the wall was hard enough to knock the air out of her.
“On your fucking knees, you fat fucking slut,” Galdwin growled. He forced her down then used one hand to hold her head against the wall while he fumbled with his pants to pull his dick out.
The thought to try and fight the man off her never entered Audrey’s mind. She went limp and let whatever was about to happen play out. Meat, she thought, sinking to that place of momentary safety. That’s all I am is meat, she thought as Galdwin slapped his half-erect cock on her face.
“That’s right you pathetic fucking slut, go to your safe space. Float away from the world and let it use you like the piece of fuckmeat you are,” he told her as he rubbed his cock from side to side on her face. “I’ve noticed it happening,” he chuckled, rubbing his semi-soft member into one of her eyes before dragging it down the side of her face towards her mouth. “I see your mind breaking a bit more each day. It’s exactly what we want, yet we can’t have you getting too broken, not yet” he told her as he forced his stiffening member into her mouth.
Meat, Audrey thought as he pressed himself deep into her mouth. She gagged then opened her mouth wider and relaxed her throat. I’m just meat with holes. Fuckmeat with fuckable wet holes.
She wasn’t hearing what he was saying meaning she failed to hear the implication everything happening to her was part of some plan he’d worked out with someone else. Her mind was too distant and even when the collar would force her to relive memories of the encounter those words would be conveniently left out of the memory.
Galdwin grabbed Audrey’s head with both hands and began fucking her face. She choked and gagged on his cock, half vomiting up thick strings of saliva that poured messily from her mouth and dripped down into her cleavage still held tightly together by the belt wrapped around her chest.
“It’s been so hard waiting this long to use you,” Galdwin grunted as he pounded her face. “But now that the collar is on you, now that he’s here, it’s finally time for me to start having some fun with you. Because now it’s too late for you. You’ve no chance of escaping what’s happening to you, you dumb, stupid, huge-titted, slut!”
He grunted, pressing himself as deep into her mouth as he could and pinning her head painfully to the wall. He grunted and growled, his body wanting to cum but the strong-willed man forcing himself to hold out.
Galdwin let out a guttural grunt of triumph at managing to hold back his climax. As he did he yanked his cock out of her mouth.
Audrey started to double over, gasping for air while coughing hoarsely and letting more thick slimy strings of half-vomited-up saliva ooze from her mouth onto her tits.
Galdwin grabbed her by the shoulders and hefted her higher up on her knees, pressing her back into the wall to hold her in place once he’d positioned her how he wanted her. “It’s finally time to fuck these massive tits of yours,” he grunted as she rubbed his slimy, saliva-covered cock into their underside.
Once he slid up into her massive breasts he grabbed her shoulders and held her against the wall. Thanks to the belt he didn’t need to hold her breasts together to be able to fuck them. He held her there, slamming hard and fast into her tits as he grunted with wild abandon.
“You exist to be used,” he told her between delight grunts as he slammed into her pressed tit meat.
Meat, Audrey was thinking as she allowed him to use her however he wanted. Just meat. That’s all I am. Meat with holes. Mounds of meat to be fucked. Because I exist to be used. Meat to be used, that’s what I am. That’s WHAT I am, WHO I am. Audrey Fuckmeat, that’s me.
Galdwin didn’t last long. He yanked his cock out from between Audrey’s tits, grunting in pain as he tried to hold off a few more moments before cumming. “You’re not a woman,” he gasped, stroking himself then shuddering as his cock spasmed and spurted out a thick arcing gob of ejaculate that plopped wetly across Audrey’s face. “You’re just a thing. A living object that exists for male pleasure,” he sighed, leaning over Audrey with one hand braced on the wall as he shook the last of his cum onto her face.
Not a woman. Just a thing. A living object that exists for male pleasure.
The words ran through Audrey’s mind over and over again as she knelt there, unmoving other than the heaving of her chest as she panted pathetically.
The semen that had been sprayed on her was running down her face, the at-first warm fluids quickly turning uncomfortably cold.
“Don’t wipe the cum off your face,” Galdwin told her as he stood up and put his flaccid member away. “I want you to sleep with your face soiled as a reminder that I can have you however I want whenever I want.”
“Yes… ser,” she gasped, wincing unpleasantly as the world came back into focus. The encounter she’d sunk away from, that her mind had refused to let her consciously experience, came flooding back in heightened clarity thanks to her collar.
“Go open the box,” he said with the kind of male disinterest that only came right after a man had cum. “You’ll find something to help you get to bed. Because you’ll find you’ve got one more thing you need to do before you can sleep. You’ll hate it, but in a strange way it will ease the trauma of the day. Be thankful you’ve been given that boon.” He then left Audrey alone.
For a long time she stayed on her knees with her back against the wall. The cold semen oozed down her face, the slimy grossness of it mixing with the tears flowing from her eyes. Her breasts ached from the belt biting into them. They felt soiled from all the mess she’d half coughed up, the memory playing in her mind leaving her feeling like she could still feel Galdwin’s cock sliding between them.
Once she’d recovered enough she took the belt off, letting out a long sigh of relief and feeling like she was able to fully breathe for the first time since putting the enchanted corset on that morning.
She was exhausted. She felt broken and traumatized. She wanted to just flop to the floor and lay there, naked, soiled, violated, and cry herself to sleep.
But she couldn’t. Her mind wouldn’t let her. The COLLAR wouldn’t let her.
Memories of the day ran through her head. She felt all the eyes of every man on her, feeling their touch as she relived every horrible moment. The unwelcome memories came at her faster and more intensely the longer she knelt there.
A memory pressed past the others, one from just after the collar had been put on her.
“See, every desire-filled glance and stare, every sex-driven grope or slap, it’s all going to be felt more intensely and stored up. The more that’s stored up the hornier it will make you feel at the end of the night. And the only way to excise it will be to masturbate to the crisply preserved memories. Each night you’re going to have to cum away the memories!”
Audrey groaned in dismay as the sexual memories of the day started to play out in order. She didn’t want them but couldn’t stop them. And along with the relived traumatic moments came ever-growing waves of arousal. Soon she was mewling pathetically, fighting against the need to rub her womanhood to enjoy the awful memories running through her mind.
She made herself get up. The bed, she thought, get to the bed. Lay down so you can try to sleep. Don’t give in to this torment. Don’t masturbate to these awful memories.
On her way to the bed she noticed the small chest sitting on the nightstand. As she looked at it she heard the thing unlock. A moment later the lid creaked open.
Instead of going to the bed she went around it to look at what was in the box. She was apprehensive it would be some new perverse torment, while also hopeful it would be something that might be, as Galdwin had claimed, something that would help her.
She groaned in annoyance and dismay at both what she saw in the box and how her body reacted to the sight of it.
The item was a phallic sex toy, but unlike any she’d ever seen. She had seen many such items carved of wood or stone that were polished and finished in a way to ensure they were smooth and safe to use internally. She’d known there were even some that were enchanted to vibrate in ways she heard most women found most pleasing.
Magic had been used on this toy, that was clear, but in a way she’d not imagined possible. The toy was not just vaguely phallic shaped, but perfectly shaped and painted to look like a man’s erect member.
The way her body responded to the sight with a rush of carnal excitement disturbed her. Lewd memories were still flashing through her mind. Along with them came the impulse to take up the realistic dildo and use it to help her masturbate away the nightmarish, lingering memories of the sexual indignities she’d endured that day.
I won’t use it, she vowed as she climbed into bed.
She got as comfortable as she could, leaning back on a pile of pillows and spreading her legs open so she could start playing with herself. She’d accepted there was only one escape from the memories haunting her, but she’d use her fingers and NOT the indecent toy in the box.
When she started touching herself she gasped, surprised by how sensitive she was. It was the memories, she realized. The more they ran through her head the more they forced her body into a state of hyperarousal that was priming her for release.
As she started to masturbate her eyes kept darting to the toy in the little chest. “I won’t,” she moaned, closing her eyes and throwing her back to submit fully to a memory she was jilling off to.
It was one of the earliest. The feel of Galdwin and the two pimply, cretinous kitchen boys’ eyes on her bare ass. She rubbed furiously at womanhood, gasping and moaning in pleasure at the feel of their unwelcome gaze.
She gasped again, her eyes flying open. The memory was gone! She’d pleasured herself till it went away. Most surprising of all was that as the memory had gone away it had taken the bit of mental trauma the event had rubbed into her psyche.
The next memory came, this time it was the feeling of their eyes on her exposed breasts. She gasped and bucked against her hand as she tried to rub and self-pleasure the memory away. Audrey ended up grunting in frustration. It was harder this time. She eventually succeeded but now feared each memory would be harder to rid herself of.
Again as the memory went away it took with it most of the mental trauma the moment had brought her. That, at least, was something that would keep her going no matter how frustrating this ordeal became.
The next memory was of their eyes on her ass AND her pussy. Again, she rubbed herself to exorcise the memory with pleasure. It took even longer this time and left her panting and covered in sweat.
Before the next memory invaded her senses she looked at the realistic dildo again. “I won’t put it in me,” she vowed as she reached for it.
She gasped and dropped the toy as soon as she picked it up. It didn’t just LOOK unsettling real, it FELT nearly as real as well. It was even slightly warm to the touch! After picking it back up she gave it a squeeze, confirming it had the slight fleshy squishiness to it a real penis had even when fully erect. Moving it close to her face she found it even had a faint hint of musky male odor to it.
“I WON’T put it in me,” she repeated. But she was going to use it, hoping it would help her pleasure away the next memory more easily.
As it came to her she slid down in the bed, spreading her legs further open and placing the head of the faux cock on her womanhood. As the memory of Stanhope and Lawford groping her while they bathed her filled her mind she rubbed the toy up and down her slit, rubbing the head into the moistness of her opening then using that as lubrication so she could better enjoy rubbing herself with it.
She gasped in delight, feeling herself nearly crest to climax as the memory was pleasured away, taking with it the feeling of violation left by the boys feeling her up. Audrey did the same for the memory of them sucking on her nipples, the toy helping her quickly work herself to climax as the awful feel of their greasy lips latched to her nipples was taken from her mind.
The next memory was not so easily banished. The traumatizing memories of the early evening in the common room all blended together. The eyes of the patrons on her in her revealing, sacrilegious outfit. The crude early verbal abuse and taunts. The feel of their hands reaching up her skirt to grab at her ass. One particularly greasy hand pressed between her thick thighs as she kept it from grabbing her pussy.
Her cunt ached for penetration, her body telling her to slide the toy inside herself. She refused, desperate not to cross the line she’d set for herself. But she needed something more…
As her mind raced she felt the forced heat the humiliation of the memories was causing. She hated that but knew once she’d pleasured the memory away it would take the trauma and shame with it. So she leaned into the humiliation that was arousing her so much, momentarily embracing and choosing to increase it.
Audrey moved the realistic dildo to her face, shuddering a bit when she was able to smell herself on it. She slapped her face with it, for a moment imagining it was one of those awful men cock-slapping her in the face.
It worked. She gasped in shame-fueled pleasure and the memories melted away.
Next she was forced to relive the odious fat man staring into her cleavage as she bent over to talk to him. The awful, sickening feel of his gross, greedy gaze made her gasp with confused arousal. The stink of his breath and how nauseating it was made her huff and gasp as she crested closer to another orgasm.
She leaned into the awfulness, slapping herself again with the realistic toy. As she did she imagined it was the fat man’s cock, imagined she was kneeling under his table and he was absentmindedly tormenting her with it. Audrey kept going, rubbing the toy in the half-dried cum on her face, smearing it around and pretending it was the fat man trying to debase and break her with humiliation.
Audrey sucked in a shuddering string of whimpers as pleasure exploded. She came long and hard, the awful memory and the trauma washed away by the pleasure of the orgasm.
She kept going, slapping her face with the faux cock and rubbing it all over her face while she rubbed at her pussy. It helped her work through the memories of the time she’d had to clean the spill up. Of all those eyes on her tits as they wobbled and jiggled while she used her foot to rub the rag on the floor from side to side.
The next memory was one of the worst of the day. The moment her breasts broke free of the corset and came bursting out, bouncing heavily down as they did. Pretending to cock-slap herself wasn’t enough. She grew frustrated, still refusing to put the toy in her pussy.
Instead, she shoved it in her mouth. Deep. Deep enough to make her gag then deeper till she choked on it.
She nearly cried in relief when the awful memory, and the trauma it had caused, evaporated from her mind.
The moment of relief and peace was short lived. The next memory came, worse than the last. She was on the fat man’s lap, the sand timer running down. She relived his gross greasy hands all over her tits. Shuddered in revulsion as she felt the feel of his tongue and lips on her, licking, sucking, dragging across her skin.
She thrust the dildo deeper into her throat, making herself choke on it till she couldn’t take it anymore.
It worked. The memory and the trauma it had caused were gone. But she knew the same thing wouldn’t work again. She was fine with that as her throat was now too sore to keep going.
The next memory was of the belt being tightened around her tits.
Her mind worked fast, desperate to get rid of the memory as quickly as possible. She still wouldn’t put the dildo in her wettest of holes, but what about her tits? She hunched her shoulders forward, pressing her tits together then thrusting the dildo into their pressed-together meat. Thanks to all the vomited-up saliva covering them the thrusting motions were well lubricated and soon she’d pretended to titfuck herself enough that the memory was gone.
It worked through the memories of the auction and her humiliating dancing as well, but by the time those memories were gone the saliva was mostly dried up and the friction of the thrusting actions was hurting more than they were helping.
The next memory was of the fat man jerking off as he loomed over her. She shuddered as she relived the moment. Naked. On her knees before him. Her used panties balled up and shoved in her mouth. Then him cumming on them. The memory ended then began again.
Audrey whimpered in frustration. She couldn’t pretend to fuck her tits with the toy anymore and her throat was still too sore. She had no choice, she had to fuck her pussy with it.
The moment the toy slid into her the memory of the fat man jerking off was gone, all the humiliation, shame, and trauma of the moment gone with it.
Only one memory remained. Galdwin slamming her into the wall. The savage, unexpected assault of his cock in her mouth. And then finally him fucking her tits and cumming on her face.
Audrey gave in fully to the way the collar was making her enjoy the awful memories. She gasped and moaned indecently, slamming the dildo in and out of her sopping-wet hole. She came three times as she pleasured away that last awful memory.
She fell limp, panting heavily. Her body was sore but in a good way. She’d never been so horny and never felt such a satisfying release from such a large sexual build-up. As her heavy breathing slowed she grinned ecstatically up at the ceiling. The trauma of the day was gone!
There were times during the day she’d felt she’d reached her breaking point, moments she felt she wouldn’t recover from, moments she felt were driving her into madness. And they were all gone!
As she started to fade off to sleep she felt perfectly peaceful. She didn’t care the dildo was still half in her, slowly sliding out of her cunt. She didn’t care her face and tits were soiled with a gross mix of half-dried-up bodily fluids. None of it mattered. The awfulness was gone. She’d wake up tomorrow her old self. Not beaten down. Strong. Ready to endure. Reinvigorated so she could finish her mission.
The awfulness is gone, an internal voice not quite her own repeated. There was a hint of cruel excitement in it. You’ll wake up tomorrow your old self. Not beaten down. Strong. Ready to endure the torments all over again. READY TO BE BROKEN ALL OVER AGAIN.
Audrey shuddered, the unpleasant thought the last thing to run through her mind before she fell asleep.
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