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Stank and his men arrived at the gates of Murk Kingdom deep in the night. As per the strict royal decree, they stopped at the checkpoint and handed over their gate passes to the watchful guards. In this kingdom, no one could enter or leave without these official gate passes. Failing to present them meant being immediately branded as a deserter or spy, often resulting in execution on the spot.
Only after the guards carefully inspected the documents and waved them through did Stank and his men proceed.
Andy was slung upside down over the back of Stank's horse like a hunted animal, completely covered by a dirty, foul-smelling sack. His broken body swayed limply with every step of the horse, hidden from prying eyes.
Since they had to continue on foot from there, they first stopped at the stables to leave their horses. Gunther roughly pulled Andy off the horse and threw him over his broad shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
After leaving the stables, Stank and his group headed toward Temptation Alley in the North Zone of the kingdom. When they arrived, they entered the Crimson Rose Tavern. The place was dimly lit and almost empty due to the late hour, with only a bored steward behind the counter and several armed men standing guard in front of a mysterious wooden door at the back on the right.
Stank approached the steward with his group following close behind.
"I apologize for the late hour," Stank said, his tone surprisingly polite, "but we carry a valuable piece of merchandise. We'd like to sell it to Madam Roxanne as soon as possible."
The steward nodded politely and replied,"You may step inside, Mr. Stank. However, I must request that you hold your tongue, sir; we have some rather distinguished ladies of quality present."
"Don't you worry," Stank replied, "we'll keep the beast quiet."
At a simple hand gesture from the steward, the armed men guarding the mysterious wooden door stepped aside, allowing Stank and his group to pass through.
Andy remained unconscious, still tied inside the dirty bag.
Stank and his men pushed through the wooden door and descended a narrow staircase into the deepest, darkest part of the tavern. With confident steps, they moved down the worn wooden stairs until they reached another heavy door at the bottom.
Upon entering inside, they were greeted by a woman perched seductively on the edge of a large desk. Her long jet-black hair cascaded down her back like midnight silk. Her striking greenish-blue eyes gleamed with predatory hunger in the dim light.
She wore a tight black dress that barely contained her exaggerated hourglass figure. Her monstrously huge tits strained violently against the fabric, round, heavy and spilling out of the deep plunging neckline, her stiff nipples clearly poking through the thin material. Her hips flared out dramatically, and her colossal, fat ass was so massive that it overflowed the edge of the chair, the thick cheeks quivering with every small movement, radiating pure, untamed lust.
As she raised her eyes to the three men standing before her, she lifted her gaze from her papers. Recognizing them, a faint smile played on her seductive red lips as she spoke in a soft, melodic voice, "Oh, Stank... have you brought me a new toy?"
"Yes, Madam Roxanne. An 'Alien', found just this morning in the Wahangu Forest," Stank replied.
"Really?" Roxanne's eyes lit up, her composure momentarily slipping. "It's been fifteen years since the last one crossed my path. Let me see him."
Gunther pulled Andy roughly out of the dirty bag and held him up so Roxanne could see him clearly.
Roxanne's greenish-blue eyes widened slightly as she looked Andy up and down. A slow, predatory smile spread across her lips.
"Oh my… he's very handsome," she purred, her voice smooth and sultry. "And that modern clothing… there's no doubt about it. He's an alien."
Roxanne was the owner of the Crimson Rose Tavern, which served as a front for the largest and most exclusive male brothel in the kingdom — the famous Brothel of Lust.
Beyond her business, she held immense power and influence within the Merchant's Guild, to the point that even King Alvin himself had to be careful not to cross her.
"Mmmm..." Andy grunted groggily, his consciousness slowly drifting back to the surface.
"Oh, looks like it's finally waking up," Roxanne remarked, her eyes gleaming with predatory excitement.
After ten hours of forced slumber, Andy's eyes snapped open. As the dizziness subsided, the horror of his situation hit him like a physical blow.
"Aaah!!!" he let out a strangled cry of panic. "What's happening?! Where the hell am I?!" He thrashed wildly, trying to break the restraints on his arms and legs, but it was useless; the ropes were tight, biting deep into his skin.
Roxanne rose slowly from her seat. As she walked toward Andy, her monstrously huge tits bounced heavily with every step, straining against the tight black dress. Her enormous, fat ass swayed seductively from side to side, the thick cheeks jiggling hypnotically.
Gunther and the young hunter couldn't help but stare, their eyes glued to her massive bouncing breasts and wobbling ass, clearly getting excited.
Roxanne knelt gracefully in front of Andy, who was still sprawled conscious on the floor. Her long black hair cascaded down as she leaned forward, giving them an even better view of her deep cleavage.
"Pleased to meet you, Mr. Alien. You are in the Brothel of Lust, your new home... or rather, it could be your new home, if I decide you are worth purchasing,"she said with a seductive smile. "Here, 'defective' men like you are nothing more than sex toys for powerful women to use and fuck however they please. I am Roxanne, the owner of this brothel… and quite possibly your new owner."
Still disoriented, Andy spat out, "What the hell are you talking about, you old whore?"
Roxanne remained completely silent. She simply stood up with a calm, confident expression, completely ignoring Andy's crude insult. Without even smiling, she turned and walked back to her desk.
"Bring him to my desk," she ordered coolly. "I want to make a brief record of him."
Gunther grabbed Andy by the arm, yanked him up roughly and dragged him over to Roxanne's desk.
Andy looking around in shock. The place looked like a luxurious reception room, spacious like a grand vestibule. Soft torchlight illuminated the room, cutting through the underground darkness. The air was thick with the strong, sweet scent of female perfume that mixed with the cold, humid atmosphere.
Roxanne pulled out a sheet of beige paper from a drawer and picked up a stained quill pen with blue ink. She turned her gaze toward Andy, her eyes gleaming with interest.
"Well, Mr. Alien," she said with a calm but commanding tone, "I'm going to ask you a few questions. I hope you're prepared to answer them."
"Name and surname?" Roxanne asked, her quill hovering over the paper.
"A-Andy Collins," he answered nervously, without knowing what was happening.
"Age?"
"Twenty-six."
Roxanne's lips curved into a wicked smile.
"Oh, a young one… Perfect. The old ladies are going to devour you alive, fufufu," she laughed softly, clearly amused at the thought.
Andy struggled silently against the ropes, cursing himself for not having brought his gun. Using all his strength, he managed to loosen one knot with his feet and finally slipped free of the bindings. However, he quickly pretended he was still tied up, keeping his hands behind his back.
For now, all he could do was wait for the right moment to escape without being noticed.
"Well, we're done," Roxanne said, finishing her writing. "Now the maids Theresa and Robin are coming to get you for a physical examination. They say aliens have a much stronger libido than a normal human," she added with a mischievous smile.
At that moment, two women dressed as maids emerged from a side doorway.
Robin stepped forward first. She had short black hair neatly framing her face, crowned with a delicate maid headband . Her striking black eyes had a calm, almost expressionless look.
Her medieval maiden outfit clung tightly to her body, the corset squeezing and pushing up her enormous, heavy breasts, making them bulge obscenely and creating a deep, overflowing cleavage. Her thick, enormous thighs flexed and rubbed together with every step, the short ruffled skirt riding up slightly and struggling to cover those powerful, meaty legs.
Theresa followed right behind her. She had long, golden hair cascading down her back like molten sunshine, shimmering with every step. Her deep red eyes sparkled with clear mischievous hunger and raw lust.
Just like Robin, this one wore the exact same classic black and white medieval maid uniform. In one hand she carried a thick metal collar. The tight corset forced her heavy, overflowing breasts upward until they nearly spilled free, the thin fabric doing little to hide the hard peaks of her nipples. Behind her, that enormous, thick ass dominated every movement—each step making the massive cheeks clap and roll under the ridiculously short ruffled skirt, her wide hips and full curves impossible to ignore.
Both of them were pure walking sex, their soft, curvy bodies bouncing and swaying with every step in those tight maid outfits. Stank's men stared in open surprise, eyes locked on their huge tits and thick asses, while Stank himself didn't even bother looking.
"Robin and Theresa," Roxanne ordered, "take this man to the physical examination room."
"Yes, Madam," Robin and Theresa answered in perfect unison.
Goddammit… I have to get out of this fucking place, Andy thought desperately.
He pushed himself up from the floor, arms still tied behind his back, and bolted toward the door with his legs. To his surprise, no one moved to stop him. Everyone simply stood still, staring at him in silence.
"Where do you think you're going, youngster?" Roxanne's calm voice echoed behind him.
Feeling intense pressure pushing him down, Andy crumbled and fell to the ground with a deafening blow. A sharp pain passed through his body as he felt as if some of his bones were breaking under pressure.
"Ughhhhh...! What's going on?!" cried Andy, confused and stunned by the situation.
"Are you wondering what's going on, youngster?" said Roxanne, looking down at him with a cold smile.
A violet light glowed from her hand. She rose from her chair and walked over to him. Grabbing a fistful of his hair, she yanked his head up forcefully so he had to look her in the eyes.
"My ability — one that very few possess — is the control of gravity," she said in a low, threatening tone. "Remember this: if you try to escape again, your body will feel ten times heavier."
"Ugh…!" Andy groaned in pain, barely able to breathe.
Roxanne released her gravity control. Andy's body went limp; he could barely move or feel his limbs. He could only glare up at her with pure hatred while shaking his head weakly.
Roxanne smiled sadistically.
"Theresa, the necklace," she ordered.
"Here you go, Madam," replied the blonde maid, handing over a metal collar.
Roxanne immediately fastened the necklace around Andy's neck.
"Now take this man to the physical examination room," she commanded. "And if he rebels… you are free to hit him."
"Yes, Madam Roxanne," Robin and Theresa answered in perfect unison.