Simply

Dressing in the armor of one of the slavers was humiliating. You hadn’t worn armor that crappy since…well, ever, actually. By the time you’d outgrown the armor you left the Tower with, you had the coin to buy better armor. Still, it was a disguise. You walked into the stable, quietly, but not silently. The twenty slavers slept on a few piles of hay, while the local women, easily identifiable by the red hair, huddled in the corner, tied up with dried cum clearly visible on all their orifices as they slept the sleep of the exhausted.

You quickly walked over to them and roused them, with not particularly gentle hands, before marching them out. The quasi-conscious slavers had questions, which were answered with confident comments about the slavers at the inn needing more entertainment. This resulted in one of the girls taking a swing at you, as soon as you were out of the stable. A savage boot to the stomach knocked her backwards and convinced everyone else not to screw with you. Blocking the doors was easy enough, as was lighting the thatch building on fire. Sending the women home, or to summon the locals was enough to keep the blaze under control as the slavers (and their horses, unfortunately) burned. A few managed to break out (while on fire) but killing them was easy enough.

The guards on the **** pens were awake and alert, but one went to investigate the fire, while the other stayed at the pens, so killing them was simply a matter of killing them in straight one-on-one combat, not your favorite thing, but you were much better at it than the slavers.

The innkeeper’s complaints about your burning down his stable were muted to begin with, as he’d just looked in at the results of your little **** spree upstairs. When you pointed out that you now owned a great many slaves and thus would be plenty capable of paying for the stable and the damage to his inn, his annoyance vanished, replaced with avarice. A cold look and a comment about knowing the price of linens was enough to convince him not to try to screw with you, the way you were planning to screw his daughter.

The slaves in the pens attempted a break out, after you slaughtered their last guard. The sight of you in your blood-stained slaver armor and a brief speech about hunting them down was enough to convince them to back down. Switching into your own armor made you a hell of a lot more comfortable and you headed back to the inn, summoning everyone with any knowledge of the harpies. Brigitte brought food, which the innkeeper happily added to your tab, along with the water used to bathe the sex-slaves and the food they were consuming without even bothering to chew (after long days on an all-cum diet, real food was very nice). You kept your eyes firmly on the task at hand, with the occasional knowing glance at the busty serving wench. There would be time enough to examine your new property, after you’d rolled the free woman.

They didn’t know much more than you’d already discovered, but were able to offer some confirmation, a good meal and then a distraction, as you gave everyone a number of jobs to do, sorting out the loot; guarding the slaves; getting the women cleaned up; cutting the sheriff down and giving him a proper burial; getting rid of the corpses that filled the upstairs of the inn and a number of jobs to prepare for the arrival of anymore slavers, all of which left you free to vanish and meet Brigitte at the appointed time and place…