Try to dodge the guards

You try to dodge the guards, but they're too quick for you. They grab you and drag you back into the inn. The barman comes up to you "Thought you could get away, did you?" He laughs and grins evilly. "You should have tried to make a deal with me, Briana, instead of running out without paying. Now you're going to pay the way I choose." The barman turns to the guards. "Strip her and tie her down to the table!"

The guards are not gentle with your clothes. They rip them to tatters trying to get them off of your struggling body. Once you're naked, they take your tattered clothes and use them to tie you down to the table, bent over. Both your rear holes are totally exposed. The barman looks at his crowd of patrons. "After I use this spirited lass to relieve myself, the rest of you can have at her for one piece of silver. Anything goes!"

The barman gets behind you and drops his pants. he fingers your soft, hairy mound. Then you feel the head of his cock at the entrance of your slit. He's not gentle when he enters you. He shoves his large tool in all the way, all at once. Your eyes bulge as you let out a grunt of surprise. All the customers laugh at your reaction to the animalistic reaming you are about to receive. And then the fucking begins. He pulls his cock almost all the way out of your slit, only to hammer back inside you in one swift motion. He saws in and out of you, harder and faster each time. Your cunt, to your humiliation, starts to respond to his brutal fucking. You start to moan with pleasure. "The slut is enjoying it! Just look at that hot bitch!" someone calls out from the gathered crowd. Much to your embarassment, you know it's true. Your hips even start bucking back into the barman's loins. The feeling of him hitting the top of your womb is something you've never felt before. It has you in ecstacy.

You feel the barman's cock begin to swell up inside you, and your own cunt walls tighten against him. Then it suddenly occurs to you, it's your time of the month! You're very fertile and **** right now! You cry out "Please cum on my ass! Don't cum inside my womb! You'll make me pregnant!" The barman laughs even harder when he hears you say this, and begins to shove it into you deeper than ever. But the thought is lost to you as the pounding continues and you feel your own orgasm upon you. Then it hits you as you cry out in rapturous lust. The barman cums inside you at the same time, hot rope after hot rope of his potent cum he deposits deep inside your fertile and **** womb. Your cunt responds and milks every last drop of cum from the barman's now deflating cock. You know for sure if the barman didn't impregnate you, one of the others who were now lining up behind you certainly would. Your life would be totally ruined. No prince charming for you!

The barman grabs hold of your head and thrusts his softening cock into your mouth. "Lick it clean, bitch." You comply, and take it into your mouth, licking and sucking his cock clean. He reaches under the table now, and unties you. "I know you won't be going anywhere now. Not naked, and not as cock hungry as you are now." You stand up for a moment to stretch your sore limbs. You look at the line of men before you. Yes, you're hungry for more. Yes, you'll end up pregnant, Yes, you were a princess, but now you're a common whore. You turn to your admirers "I can take you on four at a time, if you like. One in my mouth, one in each hand, and one in my cunt or ass, if you prefer. Cum inside me, in my mouth, all over me... Whatever you desire." The customers cheer you. "Get our little redheaded spitfire a drink first!" someone yells.

The rest of your night is spent drinking whiskey, drinking cum, wearing cum, and being impregnated with cum. You finally pass out, and a few of the customers carry you off to the back room where they let you sleep. When you wake up the next day, you find yourself covered with cum. Your pubic mound and the hair on your head are stiff. as you get up, you notice a pretty green dress is laid out on a table for you, and bath water has been brought in for you. You bathe, then dress, and then go in search of the barman to ask about a job.