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Arryn stared straight ahead, her eyes distant and a dreamy, relaxed look on her face. Her shapely body swayed unevenly.Zivka snorted loudly. “Arr—Arryn’shh…sheeesh gone…”Senia blinked, rubbing her hand through her hair. “Wow, that has…a kick.”“Does it?” Wulfa chuckled and put her shot glass down. “I couldn’t tell.”“Goodnight Arryn,” Zivka sang, her own body heavy and relaxed. “Time ta…gooo…to shleeep…”“Hmm?” Arryn looked around stupidly at the other girls, her glazed eyes not really seeing anything. “Guyshh, I feel a liddle…liddddlle…” Her eyes rolled up into her head and she pitched forward, collapsing onto her face, her beautiful body sprawled out limply and her eyes shut. “And now we are three,” Wulfa said smugly. She gestured to Oswin to refill the glasses. “That crown will be mine.”“Sheeshh sooo…sooo prettty when sheesh shleeeping…” Zivka slurred drunkenly, staring at Arryn’s unconscious form. She reached down a hand and stroked the sleeping girl’s golden hair out of her face. Oswin dutifully refilled the shot glasses, casting appreciative glances at both Arryn and Bethel, whose beautiful young bodies were both on a lovely, unconscious display.“How…how are you not feeling this?” Senia asked Wulfa with a frown of concentration. “My head is already…swimming.”“I told you,” Wulfa said as she handed out the refilled shot glasses, “We northerners can hold our liquor. Now drink.”Obediently, almost unthinkingly, Zivka and Senia downed their glasses at the same time as Wulfa.Wulfa tottered a moment, putting down her shot glass with a slight tremble of her hand. “See? I’m…fine.”“You’re…not,” Senia managed, speaking as though every word were a huge effort. “It’s…it’s starting to…hit you…”Zivka’s tail tossed lazily. She blinked heavy, stupid eyes at Senia and Wulfa, a sleepy smile on her face. “Heyy…you guyssh…arrre my…arre my…beshht friennnds…”Senia gave an uncontrollable giggle. “You’re…you’re going to pass…out next, Zivka.”Zivka got a pouty look on her cute face. “No…no I’mm…nooot…”Wulfa snatched the bottle from Oswin’s hand, who gave it up readily, then refilled the glasses herself. A little bit of the amber liquid sloshed onto the barn floor. “We drink again.”“I don’t…know…” Senia managed to say. “I think…think we should…stop…”“Then the crown is mine,” Wulfa said.“Whaaaat…?” Zivka whined. “Noooo…isssh…nooot…” She grabbed a full shot glass, raising it to her lips with a fumbling hand.Senia gave a loud sigh, then took her own shot glass as well.“And drink!” Wulfa said. She downed her own glass.Senia drank, then reeled back as if she had been kicked by a horse.Zivka, looking over at the elven warrior, began giggling uncontrollably. “You’rreee…you’rree…drrunnk…Sennnshha…”“Noo…I’mmm…” Senia blinked heavily, as if willing her eyes to open. “I’mm…nooot…” She licked her lips and looked sleepily over at Wulfa. The barbarian was finally beginning to show a little signs of the alcohol she had ingested, her eyes a little heavier and her powerful body teetering a little, but her gaze was still sharp. “You arrre…both path…pathetic…I willl…winnn…the crrowwn.”“I’mm…gonnnna…beeaat…youuu…” Zivka taunted towards Senia.The elven fighter shook her head, although the movement almost caused her to fall over. “Nooo…you’rree…nooott…”Oswin had quietly refilled the glasses, and handed them out to the intoxicated women. Wulfa took hers and gave a condescending laugh towards the others. “Drink!”The three women downed their shots.Zivka giggled, pointing a finger at Senia. “Loook…loook…at…”Senia put her shot glass down. She looked totally relaxed, a happy but empty look on her face. Her eyes were almost closed and the pupils were clearly dilated. She didn’t even bother to look at Wulfa or Zivka any more.Wulfa grinned. “I knew…knew I…could…could…beashh youu…”Senia yawned. “Imm jusshh…jushhh gonnna…shuddd…my eyess…onnne…minnn—” Her eyelids slipped slowly shut and she sank ever so slowly down to her side, lying on the floor with her arms flopped out in front of her. Within seconds she was snoring softly.“Sweeet…dreaamshh Sennshha…” Zivka said happily. She knelt down and kissed the unconscious girl on her cheek, then straightened up again. The movement almost cost the tiefling her balance, and she rocked like a ship in a storm for a moment.“Isshh youu annnd…meee, teeefliing,” Wulfa said, blinking rapidly to keep her vision straight.Zivka took her full glass again. “Lessshh…drrinnnk…” She tried to drink the shot but instead spilled the alcohol down her front. She erupted into a cacophony of giggling. Oswin patiently took her glass and refilled it, then handed it to the tiefling girl. “Here you go, Zivka.”Wulfa glared at Zivka. “Thaat…crrrowwn issh…issh…minne.” She downed her shot.Zivka began giggling again. She downed her own shot, sputtering between chortles as she drank. She was still giggling as she dropped the shot glass.Wulfa frowned. “Waashhh…sooo…funnny?”Zivka couldn’t stop laughing. She pointed a wavering finger at Wulfa. “Yourrr…faasssh…isshhh…soooo…sooo…” Her giggles started to slow, and her eyes drooped heavily. “Sooooo…” she slurred stupidly. Her nearly naked body began to slouch to one side, looking as if it would fall over at any moment.Wulfa smiled triumphantly. “Lookss…liiike…soomeonne’s had…had enufff…”Zivka gave a little drunken giggle. Her eyelids drooped lower, and her body began to slide to one side.“I got her,” Oswin said quickly. He jumped in and grabbed the tiefling, lowering her gently down to the floor. If his hands grabbed at a few opportune areas of the tiefling’s nearly naked body while he did so, neither Wulfa or Zivka seemed to notice or care. Zivka curled into a comfortable spot on the floor, her eyes closed and her body heavy and limp. She gave one last reflexive giggle, then fell fast asleep.Oswin straightened, looking over the four unconscious girls sprawled around the fire. “Well, Wulfa, it looks like the crown is yours after all.”The barbarian grinned broadly. “Wassnn’t…evenn…harrrd…” she slurred. She stared at the four passed out girls as if they were trophies. “One last drink, then, for victory,” Oswin said with a disarming smile. He suddenly produced two shot glasses filled with liquor, and handed one to Wulfa and kept the other for himself. “Unless you think you've had enough…?”Wulfa snorted a little too loudly and took the proffered drink. “I…cannn… take itt, leetlle mann…”Oswin raised his glass, and Wulfa raised hers. They downed them together.“Congratulations,” Oswin said heartily. “You really are amazing, Wulfa. You can really drink all night without passing out, can’t you? I had to slip a drug in that last shot of yours to make sure you'd conk out.”Wulfa lowered the glass and turned heavy, increasingly glazed eyes on the rogue. “Whaaa….whaaasshh…diddd…youuuu…?”“Shh, it’s alright,” Oswin said quickly. “It should kick in fast, and then you’ll get a good night’s sleep just like the other girls.” He set his own glass aside. “The sleeping drug is odorless, tasteless, and fast acting. Perfect, really. I doubt you’ll remember any of this when you wake up tomorrow.”“Youuu…” Wulfa struggled to keep her eyes on the rogue. She swayed heavily, her voice growing thicker and her head bobbing. “Youuuu…”“Shush now,” Oswin said with an understanding smile. “Be a good girl and go to sleep.”Wulfa gave one last confused sigh. Her eyes rolled back into her head and her tall, powerful body collapsed forward. A moment later she was out cold on the floor, her face pressed against the ground and her rear end sticking high in the air. Her soft, buzzing snore soon joined the quiet chorus of the other girls as they breathed.“Well, well,” Oswin said thoughtfully. “Just me and five beautiful, passed-out women. What ever is a man to do?” He crossed over to Wulfa and ran a greedy hand over her plush, soft buttocks, giving them a little squeeze and then a playful slap. “I can definitely think of a few things.”None of the girls responded. They slept on in their drunken and drugged states, oblivious to everything Oswin was saying and doing.“Of course,” Oswin said thoughtfully, “Marget the faithful paladin is still certainly on the watch. I doubt she’d be too happy with me taking any kind of advantage of this situation, regardless of how tempting it might be.” He took a swig out of the bottle of fire liquor, then grinned at the unconscious women around him. “Why don’t I just go check on her real quick?”He turned towards the door of the barn, whistling softly to himself, then stuck his head outside.Marget lay curled against the side of the barn, her eyes closed and her face peaceful. Her breathing was slow and even as she slept. Her canteen of water lay beside her, half spilled onto the ground.“Oh dear,” Oswin said, settling down next to the unconscious paladin. “It appears that someone must have spiked poor Margret’s canteen with the same sleeping drug that Wulfa ingested.” He shook his head sadly, gently caressing Marget’s face. “That will make standing watch a lot harder, won’t it Marget?”The paladin sighed softly in her sleep, but otherwise didn’t stir. Oswin settled back and crossed his arms. “Well, I suppose now it’s just me and six unconscious ladies.” He gave a leering grin. “Quite the little slumber party, if you ask me.”Marget didn’t answer, because of course she didn’t hear the comment. She didn’t care about anything at the moment. None of the girls in the adventuring party did.***“Ohhhh, my head…” Bethel slowly opened her eyes, lifting her head in a confused daze. The light of day stabbed into her skull like daggers, making her wince and shut her eyes tight again. “Uggh. What…happened?” She pried her eyes open again and tried to move.Something stopped her. Confused, Bethel blinked heavily and looked down at her body.She was naked except for her skimpy undergarments. Even her perky breasts were bared to the world. Ropes bound her ankles and more rope was tight across her stomach and chest.“Unnnh,” Bethel groaned. She twisted, only to find that her wrists were bound behind her as well. She turned her head, trying to ignore her throbbing hangover. There was someone right behind her, the bare skin of her back pressed against Bethel's bare skin. Twisting her head, Bethel could just make out Arryn behind her, tied up exactly the same asher. Like Bethel, she was stripped down to just her skimpy loincloth.Bethel felt a stab of panic in her chest. She glanced left and right, and her fears were confirmed.There, in the streaming light of day between the boards of the barn walls, were the four other girls of the adventuring party. All were stripped to just their loincloths, and like Bethel and Arryn were tied back to back in pairs. Wulfa was tied to Marget, and Zivka was tied to Senia. All four were fast asleep, their heads limply tilted forward or back as they breathed softly.Bethel squirmed, trying to elbow Arryn as hard as she could. “Arryn! Arryn! Wake up.”“Whaaaa…?”Arryn groaned. The blond sorceress slowly raised her head. “Just gimmee…five more…minutes…”Bethel looked around her frantically. Despite her splitting skull she was waking fully up, and taking stock of her situation.Everything was gone. The crown, the loot from their expedition…even their armor, weapons and clothes.Oswin. The rogue had double-crossed them all and ran off with everything, including quite literally the clothes off their back. “Unnnh, what…hit me?” Arryn moaned from behind Bethel. “And why am I…naked?”“It was Oswin,” Bethel said quickly. “He must have waited until we all passed out and then took all we had for himself. Can you reach the ropes?”Arryn winced at the light of day. “Ow, my head. What did you say about Oswin?”“He double-crossed us! Come on, Arryn, I need you with me. If we wake up the others we can get out of these ropes and track him down.”Arryn’s eyebrows lowered and she squirmed in her bonds. “When I catch that thieving rogue I’ll string him up.” “Wulfa!” Bethel shouted. She turned her head to the other side. “Senia! For the love of the gods, wake up!”“We’ll get out of these ropes eventually,” Arryn said over her shoulder. “And when we do, Oswin’s going to—”“Well, well,” came a sudden low, rough voice from the entrance to the barn. “Look what we have here. A gaggle of bound beauties just waiting for us.”Arryn and Bethel both turned their heads, their faces turning pale.A half dozen men dressed in leather armor and armed with clubs and cudgels filed into the barn, staring lasciviously at the pile of naked flesh in front of them.“Oh bollocks,” Arryn said said under her breath.“Looks like that tip the rogue gave us was good after all,” one of the men whistled. He stepped around the girls, admiring their round breasts and sleek, curved bodies. “This lot here will fetch us a pretty penny and then some on the slave market.”“Slaves?” Bethel sputtered. She looked around her wildly, but her friends hadn’t even started to wake up. “There’s…there’s been some mistake. We’re not slaves. We’re free women. Adventurers!”The head man stepped up to Bethel with a toothless grin, his eyes fastened on her jiggling breasts. “Looks like you’re about to start a new vocation, missy. You’ll have a new owner before you know it.”Bethel and Arryn both started to squirm desperately at their ropes. “You can’t do this!” Arryn shouted.“Don’t you touch us!” Bethel seethed.“Alright,” said one of the other men in a tired voice. “I think we’ve had about enough of both of you for now. Say goodnight, girls.” He gestured to the two men closest to the bound women.The two men gave knowing grins, then cracked their stout cudgels onto the tops of Bethel and Arryn’s heads.Immediately the girls went limp with not even a sigh of defeat to mark their descent into unconsciousness. They slumped against each other, both out like lights. “Alright lads, no spoiling the merchandise,” the lead slaver said gruffly. “Let’s get this lot into the back of the wagon. If any of the others start to stir just give ‘em a little rap on the noggin to make ‘em docile. We’ve got a full day’s march ahead of us.”The other men went quickly to work, lifting the bound, unconscious women and dragging them out of the barn.The lead slaver spotted an empty bottle on the ground, with a dragon etched into the grass, and gave it a kick. He shook his head. “Must have been some party,” he murmured.

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A render for 's Slumber Party - Part 2 (End)
Arryn stared straight ahead, her eyes distant and a dreamy, relaxed look on her face. Her shapely body swayed unevenly.Zivka snorted loudly. “Arr—Arryn’shh…sheeesh gone…”Senia blinked, rubbing her hand through her hair. “Wow, that has…a kick.”“Does it?” Wulfa chuckled and put her shot glass down. “I couldn’t tell.”“Goodnight Arryn,” Zivka sang, her own body heavy and relaxed. “Time ta…gooo…to shleeep…”“Hmm?” Arryn looked around stupidly at the other girls, her glazed eyes not really seeing anything. “Guyshh, I feel a liddle…liddddlle…” Her eyes rolled up into her head and she pitched forward, collapsing onto her face, her beautiful body sprawled out limply and her eyes shut. “And now we are three,” Wulfa said smugly. She gestured to Oswin to refill the glasses. “That crown will be mine.”“Sheeshh sooo…sooo prettty when sheesh shleeeping…” Zivka slurred drunkenly, staring at Arryn’s unconscious form. She reached down a hand and stroked the sleeping girl’s golden hair out of her face. Oswin dutifully refilled the shot glasses, casting appreciative glances at both Arryn and Bethel, whose beautiful young bodies were both on a lovely, unconscious display.“How…how are you not feeling this?” Senia asked Wulfa with a frown of concentration. “My head is already…swimming.”“I told you,” Wulfa said as she handed out the refilled shot glasses, “We northerners can hold our liquor. Now drink.”Obediently, almost unthinkingly, Zivka and Senia downed their glasses at the same time as Wulfa.Wulfa tottered a moment, putting down her shot glass with a slight tremble of her hand. “See? I’m…fine.”“You’re…not,” Senia managed, speaking as though every word were a huge effort. “It’s…it’s starting to…hit you…”Zivka’s tail tossed lazily. She blinked heavy, stupid eyes at Senia and Wulfa, a sleepy smile on her face. “Heyy…you guyssh…arrre my…arre my…beshht friennnds…”Senia gave an uncontrollable giggle. “You’re…you’re going to pass…out next, Zivka.”Zivka got a pouty look on her cute face. “No…no I’mm…nooot…”Wulfa snatched the bottle from Oswin’s hand, who gave it up readily, then refilled the glasses herself. A little bit of the amber liquid sloshed onto the barn floor. “We drink again.”“I don’t…know…” Senia managed to say. “I think…think we should…stop…”“Then the crown is mine,” Wulfa said.“Whaaaat…?” Zivka whined. “Noooo…isssh…nooot…” She grabbed a full shot glass, raising it to her lips with a fumbling hand.Senia gave a loud sigh, then took her own shot glass as well.“And drink!” Wulfa said. She downed her own glass.Senia drank, then reeled back as if she had been kicked by a horse.Zivka, looking over at the elven warrior, began giggling uncontrollably. “You’rreee…you’rree…drrunnk…Sennnshha…”“Noo…I’mmm…” Senia blinked heavily, as if willing her eyes to open. “I’mm…nooot…” She licked her lips and looked sleepily over at Wulfa. The barbarian was finally beginning to show a little signs of the alcohol she had ingested, her eyes a little heavier and her powerful body teetering a little, but her gaze was still sharp. “You arrre…both path…pathetic…I willl…winnn…the crrowwn.”“I’mm…gonnnna…beeaat…youuu…” Zivka taunted towards Senia.The elven fighter shook her head, although the movement almost caused her to fall over. “Nooo…you’rree…nooott…”Oswin had quietly refilled the glasses, and handed them out to the intoxicated women. Wulfa took hers and gave a condescending laugh towards the others. “Drink!”The three women downed their shots.Zivka giggled, pointing a finger at Senia. “Loook…loook…at…”Senia put her shot glass down. She looked totally relaxed, a happy but empty look on her face. Her eyes were almost closed and the pupils were clearly dilated. She didn’t even bother to look at Wulfa or Zivka any more.Wulfa grinned. “I knew…knew I…could…could…beashh youu…”Senia yawned. “Imm jusshh…jushhh gonnna…shuddd…my eyess…onnne…minnn—” Her eyelids slipped slowly shut and she sank ever so slowly down to her side, lying on the floor with her arms flopped out in front of her. Within seconds she was snoring softly.“Sweeet…dreaamshh Sennshha…” Zivka said happily. She knelt down and kissed the unconscious girl on her cheek, then straightened up again. The movement almost cost the tiefling her balance, and she rocked like a ship in a storm for a moment.“Isshh youu annnd…meee, teeefliing,” Wulfa said, blinking rapidly to keep her vision straight.Zivka took her full glass again. “Lessshh…drrinnnk…” She tried to drink the shot but instead spilled the alcohol down her front. She erupted into a cacophony of giggling. Oswin patiently took her glass and refilled it, then handed it to the tiefling girl. “Here you go, Zivka.”Wulfa glared at Zivka. “Thaat…crrrowwn issh…issh…minne.” She downed her shot.Zivka began giggling again. She downed her own shot, sputtering between chortles as she drank. She was still giggling as she dropped the shot glass.Wulfa frowned. “Waashhh…sooo…funnny?”Zivka couldn’t stop laughing. She pointed a wavering finger at Wulfa. “Yourrr…faasssh…isshhh…soooo…sooo…” Her giggles started to slow, and her eyes drooped heavily. “Sooooo…” she slurred stupidly. Her nearly naked body began to slouch to one side, looking as if it would fall over at any moment.Wulfa smiled triumphantly. “Lookss…liiike…soomeonne’s had…had enufff…”Zivka gave a little drunken giggle. Her eyelids drooped lower, and her body began to slide to one side.“I got her,” Oswin said quickly. He jumped in and grabbed the tiefling, lowering her gently down to the floor. If his hands grabbed at a few opportune areas of the tiefling’s nearly naked body while he did so, neither Wulfa or Zivka seemed to notice or care. Zivka curled into a comfortable spot on the floor, her eyes closed and her body heavy and limp. She gave one last reflexive giggle, then fell fast asleep.Oswin straightened, looking over the four unconscious girls sprawled around the fire. “Well, Wulfa, it looks like the crown is yours after all.”The barbarian grinned broadly. “Wassnn’t…evenn…harrrd…” she slurred. She stared at the four passed out girls as if they were trophies. “One last drink, then, for victory,” Oswin said with a disarming smile. He suddenly produced two shot glasses filled with liquor, and handed one to Wulfa and kept the other for himself. “Unless you think you've had enough…?”Wulfa snorted a little too loudly and took the proffered drink. “I…cannn… take itt, leetlle mann…”Oswin raised his glass, and Wulfa raised hers. They downed them together.“Congratulations,” Oswin said heartily. “You really are amazing, Wulfa. You can really drink all night without passing out, can’t you? I had to slip a drug in that last shot of yours to make sure you'd conk out.”Wulfa lowered the glass and turned heavy, increasingly glazed eyes on the rogue. “Whaaa….whaaasshh…diddd…youuuu…?”“Shh, it’s alright,” Oswin said quickly. “It should kick in fast, and then you’ll get a good night’s sleep just like the other girls.” He set his own glass aside. “The sleeping drug is odorless, tasteless, and fast acting. Perfect, really. I doubt you’ll remember any of this when you wake up tomorrow.”“Youuu…” Wulfa struggled to keep her eyes on the rogue. She swayed heavily, her voice growing thicker and her head bobbing. “Youuuu…”“Shush now,” Oswin said with an understanding smile. “Be a good girl and go to sleep.”Wulfa gave one last confused sigh. Her eyes rolled back into her head and her tall, powerful body collapsed forward. A moment later she was out cold on the floor, her face pressed against the ground and her rear end sticking high in the air. Her soft, buzzing snore soon joined the quiet chorus of the other girls as they breathed.“Well, well,” Oswin said thoughtfully. “Just me and five beautiful, passed-out women. What ever is a man to do?” He crossed over to Wulfa and ran a greedy hand over her plush, soft buttocks, giving them a little squeeze and then a playful slap. “I can definitely think of a few things.”None of the girls responded. They slept on in their drunken and drugged states, oblivious to everything Oswin was saying and doing.“Of course,” Oswin said thoughtfully, “Marget the faithful paladin is still certainly on the watch. I doubt she’d be too happy with me taking any kind of advantage of this situation, regardless of how tempting it might be.” He took a swig out of the bottle of fire liquor, then grinned at the unconscious women around him. “Why don’t I just go check on her real quick?”He turned towards the door of the barn, whistling softly to himself, then stuck his head outside.Marget lay curled against the side of the barn, her eyes closed and her face peaceful. Her breathing was slow and even as she slept. Her canteen of water lay beside her, half spilled onto the ground.“Oh dear,” Oswin said, settling down next to the unconscious paladin. “It appears that someone must have spiked poor Margret’s canteen with the same sleeping drug that Wulfa ingested.” He shook his head sadly, gently caressing Marget’s face. “That will make standing watch a lot harder, won’t it Marget?”The paladin sighed softly in her sleep, but otherwise didn’t stir. Oswin settled back and crossed his arms. “Well, I suppose now it’s just me and six unconscious ladies.” He gave a leering grin. “Quite the little slumber party, if you ask me.”Marget didn’t answer, because of course she didn’t hear the comment. She didn’t care about anything at the moment. None of the girls in the adventuring party did.***“Ohhhh, my head…” Bethel slowly opened her eyes, lifting her head in a confused daze. The light of day stabbed into her skull like daggers, making her wince and shut her eyes tight again. “Uggh. What…happened?” She pried her eyes open again and tried to move.Something stopped her. Confused, Bethel blinked heavily and looked down at her body.She was naked except for her skimpy undergarments. Even her perky breasts were bared to the world. Ropes bound her ankles and more rope was tight across her stomach and chest.“Unnnh,” Bethel groaned. She twisted, only to find that her wrists were bound behind her as well. She turned her head, trying to ignore her throbbing hangover. There was someone right behind her, the bare skin of her back pressed against Bethel's bare skin. Twisting her head, Bethel could just make out Arryn behind her, tied up exactly the same asher. Like Bethel, she was stripped down to just her skimpy loincloth.Bethel felt a stab of panic in her chest. She glanced left and right, and her fears were confirmed.There, in the streaming light of day between the boards of the barn walls, were the four other girls of the adventuring party. All were stripped to just their loincloths, and like Bethel and Arryn were tied back to back in pairs. Wulfa was tied to Marget, and Zivka was tied to Senia. All four were fast asleep, their heads limply tilted forward or back as they breathed softly.Bethel squirmed, trying to elbow Arryn as hard as she could. “Arryn! Arryn! Wake up.”“Whaaaa…?”Arryn groaned. The blond sorceress slowly raised her head. “Just gimmee…five more…minutes…”Bethel looked around her frantically. Despite her splitting skull she was waking fully up, and taking stock of her situation.Everything was gone. The crown, the loot from their expedition…even their armor, weapons and clothes.Oswin. The rogue had double-crossed them all and ran off with everything, including quite literally the clothes off their back. “Unnnh, what…hit me?” Arryn moaned from behind Bethel. “And why am I…naked?”“It was Oswin,” Bethel said quickly. “He must have waited until we all passed out and then took all we had for himself. Can you reach the ropes?”Arryn winced at the light of day. “Ow, my head. What did you say about Oswin?”“He double-crossed us! Come on, Arryn, I need you with me. If we wake up the others we can get out of these ropes and track him down.”Arryn’s eyebrows lowered and she squirmed in her bonds. “When I catch that thieving rogue I’ll string him up.” “Wulfa!” Bethel shouted. She turned her head to the other side. “Senia! For the love of the gods, wake up!”“We’ll get out of these ropes eventually,” Arryn said over her shoulder. “And when we do, Oswin’s going to—”“Well, well,” came a sudden low, rough voice from the entrance to the barn. “Look what we have here. A gaggle of bound beauties just waiting for us.”Arryn and Bethel both turned their heads, their faces turning pale.A half dozen men dressed in leather armor and armed with clubs and cudgels filed into the barn, staring lasciviously at the pile of naked flesh in front of them.“Oh bollocks,” Arryn said said under her breath.“Looks like that tip the rogue gave us was good after all,” one of the men whistled. He stepped around the girls, admiring their round breasts and sleek, curved bodies. “This lot here will fetch us a pretty penny and then some on the slave market.”“Slaves?” Bethel sputtered. She looked around her wildly, but her friends hadn’t even started to wake up. “There’s…there’s been some mistake. We’re not slaves. We’re free women. Adventurers!”The head man stepped up to Bethel with a toothless grin, his eyes fastened on her jiggling breasts. “Looks like you’re about to start a new vocation, missy. You’ll have a new owner before you know it.”Bethel and Arryn both started to squirm desperately at their ropes. “You can’t do this!” Arryn shouted.“Don’t you touch us!” Bethel seethed.“Alright,” said one of the other men in a tired voice. “I think we’ve had about enough of both of you for now. Say goodnight, girls.” He gestured to the two men closest to the bound women.The two men gave knowing grins, then cracked their stout cudgels onto the tops of Bethel and Arryn’s heads.Immediately the girls went limp with not even a sigh of defeat to mark their descent into unconsciousness. They slumped against each other, both out like lights. “Alright lads, no spoiling the merchandise,” the lead slaver said gruffly. “Let’s get this lot into the back of the wagon. If any of the others start to stir just give ‘em a little rap on the noggin to make ‘em docile. We’ve got a full day’s march ahead of us.”The other men went quickly to work, lifting the bound, unconscious women and dragging them out of the barn.The lead slaver spotted an empty bottle on the ground, with a dragon etched into the grass, and gave it a kick. He shook his head. “Must have been some party,” he murmured.