Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.
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Author's note: Hey everyone, sorry it took so long. Just been very busy, but I didn't forget about my readers. Remember leave a comment about what you might like to see in the next chapters to come. Hope you enjoy!
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Trevor the Inn keeper was busy tidying up his establishment. Putting away drinking glasses, wiping up the counter top, then sweeping the floor. He moved around the counter and sweeping up to the first room. This room of course is where the very top-heavy blonde by the name Joscelin was.
Trevor peeked into the room through the key hole to check in on his well endowed guest. She was still unconscious and tied to the bed like the hunch back kept her after he had shot a huge load of cum into her tight shaven pussy. Lucky for the adventurer, he was 'shooting blanks' as the ugly man had said.
He could still make out his jizz leaking from her abused cunt. Trevor sighed, "Man she is a good fuck. That pussy of hers is one of the best I've encountered!", the hunch back gave a dirty grin and continued, " A lot of the sluts I have taken advantage of never had anything like this bimbo has. And those udders of hers! Boy I'm gonna enjoy drinking from those huge melons!" He began to laugh but his fun was cut short by a knock at the Inn's door.
"Oh hell! I forgot to unlock the damn door." Trevor took one last look into the room, noticing the puddle of milk on the floor. He licked his lips then began to walk towards the door.
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Joscelin was getting flickering visions. One of a swamp, another of a village, and one of the Black Tower where the dreaded wizard Olaf lived. In her dream she began to panic seeing the tower again, thinking back to her earlier dreams about it. But this time things were quite.
An almost eerie silence was cast over the Tower. Joscelin looked around her and saw only bushes and trees. In front of her was a small path leading to the place where in she had first met the wizard. The man who made her into the dairy cow she is today.
She swallowed her fear and began to walk towards the wizard's lair. On guard, the crept slowly, her eyes scanning her surroundings. The strange thing was, there was still no sound. She looked to her feet and heard nothing. Not one crunch from the leaves, not one snap of the twigs, just silence. She began to walk with a little more haste. Still scanning around her, Joscelin could feel her tits jiggling slightly. Then she heard something. Something like liquid sloshing around, she turned her head quickly and heard it just a bit louder.
She turned again this time faster and still she heard it only it was louder again. Joscelin looked down to her breasts. The sound stopped once she was still. She jumped slightly and heard it, the sloshing, it was coming from her jugs. A tear fell from her face, remembering that her once normal breasts were now swollen to massive proportions and filled with a never-ending supply of warm, tasty breast milk.
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"Oh hello there young sir! Sorry 'bout the door being locked, you can never be too careful 'round these parts!" said Trevor holding open the door for a very skinny, very young man.
"Not a p-pp- problem sir. I w-www-was just wonder-rr-ring if I may stay h-here for the night?" asked the stuttering twig stepping past Trevor getting a good wiff of the hunch back's nasty body odor.
"Sure thing if you got the coin." Trevor stated shutting the door then turning to face the boy. He was no older than 18. Trevor thought he looked practically like he had never eaten in his life with how skinny he was.
The boy had red hair in the shape of a bowl. His eyes were rather large and brown, and his face covered in freckles. He wore a loose-fitting tunic with the sleeves cut off revealing his scrawny arms. His hands as well as his feet, which were bare, were actually pretty large compared to the rest of him. His shorts ripped and torn.
The red-headed 18-year-old reached into his shorts packet and pulled out seven gold pieces. Trevor grabbed the gold from the boy's hand. "Thank you young sir. Now would you like some food or drink?"
"S-ss-ssure I would love some."
The boy was the around the same height as Trevor, around five foot tall, but the Inn keeper was still slightly shorter. If Trevor's hump on his back didn't cause him to hunch over he might be a bit taller than the scrawny ginger.
"So what can I get for ya?"
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The busty blonde wept wishing her breasts were back to their normal size. Tears falling on to her expansive bosom.
"Shh there, there my little cow, don't cry."
Joscelin jumped with a fright. She was doubly frightened on account of the absence of sound apart from her milk sloshing tits. As she heard the all too familiar voice, she quickly spun around towards the sound knowing full well who the voice belonged to. Joscelin was now face to face with the dreaded wizard Olaf again. She balled her hands in to fists and threw one at the perverted man.
Before her blow could land between his eyes, Joscelin felt her entire body freeze in place.
"Now, now we won't be having any of that. What's the matter, my cow? Don't you miss your master?" Olaf said bringing a hand up to her cheek whipping away some of her tears.
"You are NOT my master! I am not your cow! And I will kill you!" Joscelin broke free from her frozen state as the wizard started to laugh at her threat. She swung again this time Olaf raised a hand.
The adventurer awoke from her dream slightly disappointed she didn't get to harm the nasty wizard.
Joscelin quickly remembered where she was and what caused her to pass out in the first place. She felt her mouth still gagged, arms and legs still tied tight. Her tits and pussy felt incredibly sore from the rough pounding she received from the hunch backed Inn keeper. Though her mind was racing and a little panicked on her thoughts on how to escape, she heard voices just beyond the door.
"Sure boy, let me check down in the cellar to see if we have that. Just be a moment."
"Th-th-thth thank you sir."
The buxom beauty heard a loud creak and then foot steps heading down the cellar steps. Now was her chance. As she heard the cellar door close she made a muffled scream trying to get the attention of who ever was talking with Trevor.
The ginger turned his head towards the sound coming from one of the rooms to his right. He slowly crept towards the first door on that side of the Inn. the muffled screams got louder and louder as he approached. His hands began to tremble, looking back at the cellar door to see if Trevor was coming back.
The red-headed 18-year-old swallowed hard and opened the door. His eyes were met with a horrible, but some how arousing, site. As he stood in the doorway he was amazed to see a partially naked female tied and gagged to her bed. His eyes fixated on her gigantic mams and her lovely shaven pussy. The boy looked into her eyes and saw her beautiful blues giving him a pleading 'help me' look.
He rushed over to her, "Oh mmm-my L-llord! Ma'am ar-arre you al-allrr-ight?" he asked the bound blonde. His eyes still focused on her melons, watching them rise and fall on her chest as she breathed heavily.
