Chapter 1: Introduction
Things have changed at the salty shaft. All the normal patrons are gone. It’s nothing but… but big girls, big hulking… futa. Hotter than any girl you’ve seen, and so much more hung than any man you’ve seen. And rowdy too! Loving a good ruckus, Candy was left to deal with them. And it was a tall order, literally considering they’re double her height.
Their hulking figures dominated the tavern, dwarfing the wooden stools and decorations adorning the walls. It was difficult to maintain her own cool, but Candy summoned all her flirtatious charm and managed to engage each of them casually, simultaneously displaying her signature warm smile. It didn't take long for the tavern to liven up, punctuated by bursts of laughter as customers swapped tales and stories.
"You must be Candy." A deep voice boomed, causing Candy to jump in surprise.
Turning around to face the source of this voice, she saw the bar's latest arrival in all her towering, muscular glory. Gaze locked into her piercing emerald-green eyes, she struggled not to blush as she raked her gaze up and down her voluptuous figure.
“Damn girls is she thicc or what?!”
?” the latest client murmured to the busty blonde next to her.
“Oh, she’s always been one to turn heads, isn’t that right, Candy?” Her knowing smirk made Candy’s heart pick up its pace.
“Hehe, uh ok ladies, um, does anyone need a uh refill”, every single mug in the full tavern is raised by a strong arm.
Looking at their eager faces, Candy eagerly nodded. I will make sure to deal with the situation; I cannot let them intimidate me. Besides, they are my clients now, and they need refills as much as anyone else!
Grabbing several mugs, Candy nimbly jumped up the bar’s counter, arching her back to navigate her curves around the rack of ale, and thrusted each mug upward for a pour, revealing her ample cleavage close to the lustful gazes.
However, her confidence was unwavering. One must admit, these creatures were intimidating, with muscles rippling beneath flawless skin, but they also possessed a rare beauty.
One of the futa, a dark, brooding type, wiped off her frothy mug's lip and admired the barmaid's show as she filled her beverage. “You’re something special, ain’t you, Candy?” she asked, her deep voice reverberating through the room. “You provide any other sevices?”
“YEAH LIKE HEAD?!” One barks, the tavern is filled with horny futa laughs. Candy blushes. Her nose is being fucked the scent of so many alpha bitches in one room.
Literal steam was almost rolling off them. A strange masculine aroma permeated from their pores. It wasn’t just their musk that overwhelmed Candy's senses; it was their sheer presence. She struggled not to visibly tremble, keeping her external demeanor cool as internal processes set her heart beating against her chest.
"Hey there, Candy! Fill up my tankard, would ya?" growled a blue-eyed brunette, winking at her, amusement sparkling in her gaze. “And then let me fill you up!” She added laughing before her huge fleshy cock is plopped on the table as she gives a ravenous smile.
“Is it not a lovely piece?”
Candy stammers, taken aback by the sudden question. She feigns nonchalance, replying, “Oh, well, it is certainly... impressive, but—”
“What about mine candy?” “Or mine?” “Yeah mine?” *plop plop plop plop plop* suddenly the futas are all
flopping their alpha cocks down in front of candy, nearly filling the bar counter with phallic monstrosities. The heat, sweat, and lust in the room become stifling. Candy gulps.
Swallowing her nerves, Candy aims to defuse the situation. She humors them, cooing over their monstrous tools like she would with a litter of puppies. “Oh, wow, you girls sure are feeling generous today, aren’t you?” she asked, joking, desperately trying to conceal her inner turmoil.
The intimidating goddesses before her just smiled amidst their masculine auras. Perhaps they didn’t mean any harm? Conflicting desires stirred within Candy. Fear trickled in, but an underlying thrill coiled around her heart. These towering creatures, bold and daring, held power she could only dream of. To be pursued by them was an honor. It was a challenge she couldn’t help but yearn for, in a strange, alluring way. “Little thing, let’s be clear, this is our bar now, so why not a round of blowjobs for the bar. Pronto.”
Her words sliced through the air like a double-edged sword, extinguishing the faint flickers of hope that lingered in Candy's chest. “You’re mine first, redhead.”
A trill of apprehension and eagerness coursed through Candy, forcing her pulses to quicken. Perhaps she should’ve been more alarmed; this burly, lioness-like creature was essentially holding her captive. Every instinct screamed at her to flee, even when her brain was cognizant of the dangers that awaited.
Her usual flirtatious confidence suddenly faded, her brilliant smile faltered, and her big blue eyes brimmed with uncertainty. The purple-haired, voluptuous futa undressed her, slowly, sensuously.
Their audience of dominating women cheered, egging them on, enjoying the sight of Candy being played like a puppet. The orange-haired futa sitting next to the brunette casually spread her legs, gripping her cock by the base, carelessly flicking her thick tip while enjoying the scene.
Blowbang time!
The foul, poisonous concoction of musk, pheromones, and other bodily excretions cast heavy and suffocating. It hung in the tavern like a blanket made of filth, making the filthy wood floor and stained walls look even worse. The reek was enough to knock over a horse.
The brunette's feminine masculinity was a shocking spectacle to Candy as she sank further into this new world of perversion and unfettered lust cocks in all directions press and slide against her face. “Open up, time to get fed”
the brunette growled. Steely determination settled in her gaze as she grabbed the back of Candy's head, forcing her to receive their gifts.
The barmaid protested faintly behind her gagged mouth, the taste of her dignity slipping away. Every domineering act in this sleazy, depraved establishment made her stomach twirl. Her throat clenched; she must've been breathing in their mixed, heaving roars of arousal, the heavy air weighed ten times more within the tavern now. God the taste of the brunettes cock, nothing tasted more like pure sex, like gross raw sex. As it was repeatedly reaming her throat,
Candy couldn’t help herself; she gagged and retched, her stomach convulsing with every lurch of delicious masculine Omegan juices pouring down her throat. The futas' cocks, all thickly, slick-coated sticky, slid all-around Candy's face creating a paste of filthy liquid, forming a dreadful, putrid smell blending with the salty sea breeze seeping through the tavern's window cracks.
The brunette, a muscular figure with a voice like gravel forcefully fucks Candy’s face while beckoning the dark-haired futa to partake in the spectacle. This slutty, hot little redhead tavern wench was to be their communal cum dumpster.
Candy knelt defenseless in the middle of the bar, breasts bouncing as the futas took turns on her face, matting her auburn locks with their bitter precum fluids.
Their collective musk choked the air, a ripe, repugnant odor of sweat and salty mile-long sea voyages that filled the tavern's stained walls. The wooden floorboards creaked under the weight of her unusual clientele's undeniable excitement.
"Hey, hey, don't I get some head too?" demanded one of the brazen futas. She towered high, a goddess with golden-blonde curls and a muscular, imposing frame.
A sinful sneer curled at the corners of her plush lips, toying with Candy's lust-drunken resolve.
"W-well, I am, uh, quite busy at the moment," Candy stammered, desperately struggling to maintain what remained qualifying as composure.
"Never you mind that, darling.