You open your eyes and find yourself tied up in a cave with what sounds to be a group of goblins just barely out of earshot.

Your starting stats are as follows:

Health: 100 Stamina: 100 Maximum Mana: 50 Current Mana: 0 Defence: 5

Strength: 10 Agility: 10 Speed: 10 Vitality: 10 Intelligence: 10 Wisdom: 10 Charisma: 10 Luck: 10

Your starting power stages are as follows:

Physical aura: Beginner stage Magic Tier: 1st tier

There are also many hidden stats and traits.

One by one, the goblins surround you and begin to violate you in their own way. The leader, however, seems quite intrigued by your resilience and how much pleasure it brings you. He decides that you would make for an excellent breeder, and orders his soldiers to keep you alive. As the mating continues throughout the night.

As the sun rises, the goblins lie exhausted around you. But one stands out - their leader, still hard and waiting for you. He smirks as he watches you take in his phallus once more, eyes sparkling with anticipation. With a powerful thrust, he embeds himself deep within your body, letting out a loud grunt of satisfaction. You feel yourself tremble as he starts moving inside you, faster and harder with each stroke. The pleasure is almost unbearable but you welcome it all the same. Your eyes roll back in ecstasy as his powerful movements send waves of desire coursing through your body.

Your physical abilities and strength continue to increase as you mate with the goblin leader. His immense stamina and virility overwhelm you, but you take it willingly, eager for more. The pleasure becomes almost painful at times as his movements grow wilder, driving deeper into your core. With each thrust, you feel him unleash a torrent of primal lust, his muscles tense and relax in perfect rhythm with yours.

As you continue to pleasure the goblin leader, your physical abilities and strength continue to increase rapidly. Your resilience and endurance are legendary among the goblins, making you the perfect mate for their chieftain. With each passing moment, you feel yourself becoming more powerful and vital, absorbing his essence like a sponge.

The goblin leader's face contorts in pain and ecstasy as he feels his life force draining away with each stroke. His muscles tense and relax less frequently now, but when they do, the sensation is exquisite. You can feel him fighting against the urge to let go, clinging desperately to the last threads of existence.

Finally, after what seems like an eternity, he goes limp, his eyes rolling back in his head as a final shudder passes through his body. Breathless and satisfied

After the goblins have all been used and drained of their essence, you stand up, still wearing one of their suits. The fabric clings to your body in a revealing manner, emphasizing your newly enhanced curves. You walk out of the cave, feeling powerful and invincible as you set off towards the nearest town.

As you make your way through the forest, you spot a small group of bandits harassing a young couple. With a wicked grin, you step forward and confront them, unleashing your newfound strength and abilities upon them. The battle is quick and brutal, leaving the bandits defeated and bloodied on the ground.

The young couple looks at you in awe, their eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you for helping us," they murmur in unison. You nod dismissively and continue on your way, feeling more confident than ever before. The town

Soon enough, you reach the gates of the town, now wearing a confident smile on your face. As you walk through the bustling marketplace, people can't help but stare at you. Your newfound physique and strength are undeniable, and you know that word will spread quickly.

You spot an inn not far from where you are, and decide to make that your first stop. As you approach the innkeeper, he eyes you warily before clearing his throat. "Welcome," he says cautiously, "to the Golden Sword Inn. What can I do for you today?"

You grin, revealing a row of sharp teeth. "I'm looking for some work," you reply casually, "and word has it that you always need reliable help around here." The innkeeper raises an eyebrow, clearly impressed by your self-assurance. "Well then," he

The innkeeper sighs and motions you closer. "I don't usually do this, but with someone like you... I could use some extra muscle. I have plenty of odd jobs that need doing around here," he says cryptically. You nod in understanding, hiding a smirk behind your hand. Odd jobs, indeed. You'll just play it cool and see where this takes you.

You follow the innkeeper into his private quarters, where he keeps track of his finances and such. He rummages through some papers for a moment before finding what he's looking for - an agreement, written on parchment in flowing script. "This is a contract," he explains, handing it to you. "It outlines your duties as my new 'muscle'. If you sign it, I'll give you room and board here at the inn until further notice."

You skim through the document quickly,

After skimming through the document, you look up at the innkeeper with a confident grin. "This looks fair enough to me," you say, taking out your quill and dipping it in ink. You quickly sign your name at the bottom of the page before handing it back over. "When do I start?"

Taking the innkeeper's cue, you follow him out of his quarters and into the bustling common room of the Golden Sword Inn. The air is thick with smoke and laughter as patrons drink and gamble, their eyes occasionally drifting over to you in appreciation or lust. You take a moment to scope out your surroundings, sizing up potential customers for tonight's entertainment.

As the day turns into night, business begins to pick up at the inn. Your newfound strength and physique make you an irresistible attraction, drawing in more guests than ever before. You dance and tease them mercilessly, leading each man through their paces before sending them off back to their tables with a wink and a smile. The tension in the air is palpable as men fight for your attention, but you revel in it, enjoying the power that comes with being the center

Your first day as the muscle of Golden Sword Inn passes by swiftly, leaving you with just enough time to grab some food and retire for the night before your assigned "duty days." As you lie in bed, exhausted but satisfied from the evening's events, you can't help but reflect on how far you've come since that fateful night with the goblins. You think about the trials and challenges you faced along the way and the immense power you've gained as a result of those experiences. Tomorrow will bring new adventures and opportunities for further growth, but tonight, all you want is rest...

As your eyelids grow heavy with sleep, images of the inn's patrons dancing in your mind's eye, their eager smiles and lustful glances melding together into one hazy, sensual dream.

Your starting stats are as follows:

Health: 100 Stamina: 100 Maximum Mana: 50 Current Mana: 0 Defence: 5

Strength: 12 Agility: 8 Speed: 7 Vitality: 9 Intelligence: -40 (due to the Worker of the Inn job) Wisdom: -40 (due to the Worker of the Inn job) Charisma: +20 (due to the Worker of the Inn job) Luck: 12

You grit your teeth as you feel the cold metal collar being locked around your neck. Your legs are pinned to the floor with a vicious grin spreading across your lips. You take a deep breath, preparing yourself for what's about to come. The first customer enters, his eyes full of lust and excitement. As he approaches you, you feel a surge of power coursing through your veins.

You let out a soft moan, arching your back as he begins his assault. You can feel every touch, every movement, and you relish in the pain and pleasure that washes over you with each stroke. Your breath becomes ragged, your body tense, anticipating the next blow. With each impact, you let out a throaty growl, refusing to show any sign of weakness or submission.

Time seems to slow down as you lose yourself in the moment, your body betraying your

You feel yourself growing stronger with each thrust, your body adapting to the constant onslaught of semen. Your muscles tighten and relax in perfect rhythm with your assailants', driving them both closer to their climaxes. With each moan and grunt, you can feel your voice becoming deeper, more resonant.

As the hours pass, you find yourself lost in a haze of pleasure and pain. The constant flow of sperm through your body seems to have an almost intoxicating effect, making time meaningless and your senses heightened. You are no longer just a captive for these men's amusement; you are their goddess, granting them the release they so desperately seek.

You moan with pleasure as the latest client enters you, his rough hands leaving trails of fire across your skin. The flow of semen inside you is like a drug, making it impossible to think about anything else but the intense sensations coursing through your body. With each thrust, your muscles tighten and relax in perfect synchronization with his movements, driving him wild with lust.

As the night wears on, you feel yourself growing stronger with every passing moment. Your flesh becomes taut and defined, your curves more pronounced under the relentless assault of eager hands and hungry mouths. The pain has long since given way to pure ecstasy, leaving only a deep, throbbing ache in its place - an ache that you welcome with open arms.

Your muscles tense and relax with each thrust, driving your clients further into madness. Your moans fill the air, fueling their desires as they take pleasure in your suffering. The flow of sperm through you feels like a river, cleansing you of all impurity and leaving only raw sensation in its wake. As the hours pass, you feel yourself becoming more than human - a goddess of pain and ecstasy, ruling over these men with an iron fist wrapped in silken pleasure.

With every stroke, your strength increases; your vitality magnified by their lust. You are no longer just a captive to be used for their amusement; you are their savior, guiding them through the darkness of their desires and showing them the true power that lies within them.

You revel in the sensation of sperm coating your throat and tongue, the taste of it filling you up as they continue to take their pleasure. Your gag reflex is no longer an obstacle; instead, it only heightens the experience for both you and them. As you feel yourself growing larger still, your appreciation for the size of their cocks intensifies, driving you to take them deeper than ever before.

Your love for the feel of sperm fills your body is all-consuming. The more you taste it, the more you crave it. You moan with pleasure as each thrust sends another load coursing through your system, making you bigger and stronger still. They are not men to you anymore; they are your worshippers, offering themselves up in devotion to their goddess of lust and pain.

With every thrust, you feel your body changing, growing larger and stronger with each passing moment. Your moans echo through the room, driving your worshipers to greater heights of ecstasy as they take pleasure in your suffering. The sperm courses through your veins like fire, igniting a passion deep within you that can only be quenched by their relentless assault.

As your transformation reaches its peak, you feel yourself becoming the embodiment of their desires, the manifestation of all their darkest fantasies come to life. You are no longer just a captive; you are the ruler of this realm, and they will follow you anywhere, surrendering themselves body and soul to your command.

Your love for the taste of sperm fills every fiber of your being, and with each passing moment, it grows stronger. Your worshipers are not just men anymore; they are extensions of yourself, tools to be used in

Your stats as the embodiment of lust and pain: Health: Infinite Stamina: Maximum (your transformations make you unstoppable) Mana: Unknown (possibly related to your transformative abilities) Strength: 100 (incredible strength, born from the cum of countless worshipers) Agility: Maximum (graceful and nimble despite your size and strength) Speed: Maximum (unbelievably quick reflexes) Vitality: Maximum (impeccable health, resistant to all harm) Intelligence: -40 (your human intellect is long gone, replaced by animalistic urges) Wisdom: -40 (likewise, your wisdom has been forgotten in the face of unbridled desire) Charisma: Maximum (irresistible charm and allure, ensuring an end

You hang your head low in shame as you stumble back to your room, the weight of what has transpired bearing down on your shoulders like a leaden anchor. As you crawl into bed, exhaustion washing over you in waves, you can't help but think about the words spoken earlier: you are nothing to them without this role.

With renewed determination, you decide that if you must remain in this place and serve as their plaything, then you will make damn sure that you are the best there is. You vow to train, to improve yourself physically and mentally, so that when they call for you again, they will know without a doubt that they are calling forth their queen of pain and ecstasy, their goddess of lust and submission.

You nod, understanding the task at hand. As you drift off to sleep, visions of graceful and sensual dance moves flutter through your mind, promising a transformative night. When morning comes, you rise early and begin your training in earnest, focusing on flexibility and control. Your muscles protest but yield under the pressure of your determination, growing stronger and more supple with each passing moment.

Late at night, dressed in nothing but confidence and desire, you descend into the hidden casino. The air is heavy with anticipation and excitement as patrons gaze upon your every move. Sensing their lust, you give them a performance that they'll never forget, weaving together dance moves that both seduce and tease, driving them all to new heights of pleasure and desire.

With each passing moment, you feel yourself growing stronger as the patrons cheer you on, their adoration fueling your determ

The sensation of their gazes burning into your flesh sends shivers down your spine as you continue to dance, moving with an almost predatory grace that is both alluring and terrifying. Your hips sway and your arms weave through the air, every movement teasing and taunting the men in attendance. As they grow more aroused, so too do you, feeding off their desire like a ravenous beast.

Your flexibility and control are put to the test as you twist and contort my body into positions that were once unimaginable. Each new movement elicits shouts of approval and appreciation from the crowd, urging you onward, driving you to reach ever higher peaks of pleasure and sensuality. And with each thrust of your hips, each curve of your spine, the power that you wield over these men grows only stronger, turning you into something legendary

Health: Inhumanly high (due to the adoration of the patrons) Stamina: Maximum (your flexibility and control are unparalleled) Mana: Unknown (possibly related to your alluring presence) Strength: 80 (impressive, considering your focus on dance) Agility: Maximum (graceful and nimble in every movement) Speed: Maximum (lightning-fast reflexes) Vitality: Unknown (presumably maintained by the adoration of the crowd) Intelligence: -60 (dwindling as you focus on your animalistic allure) Wisdom: -60 (similarly, replaced by raw desire and lust) Charisma: Maximum (irresistible charm and seduction radiate from you)

You arch an eyebrow at the innkeeper in curiosity, a small smile playing on your lips. "And what sort of entertainment did they have in mind?" you ask coolly, already knowing the answer but enjoying the game of words. The innkeeper blushes deeply and looks away, stammering out an embarrassed reply before clearing his throat and gesturing for you to follow him.

As it turns out, your new "owners" for the night are a rowdy group of adventurers who have been drinking and gambling at the Golden Sword Inn all week. Their eyes widen with lust as they see you approach, their hands already reaching out to touch and grope. With a confident smirk, you allow them their liberties, basking in the power that comes from being so desired.

The night stretches on, filled with laughter, drinks, and endless

You cough up some blood and look up at the innkeeper with defiance in your eyes. "I'll be back," you manage to croak through swollen lips, a chilling smile playing across your battered features. Despite the pain, there is a strange thrill running through you - a sense of satisfaction that only comes from pushing yourself to the absolute limit.

You arch an eyebrow at the innkeeper, surprised by his sudden show of affection. The pain coursing through your body intensifies with each movement, but you bear it stoically, savoring the sensation of being wanted and desired. A small smile tugs at the corner of your lips as he pushes you roughly into the mud, treating you like nothing more than an animal to be used for his pleasure.

As he holds the hot metal rod over your chest, you feel a shiver run down your spine, anticipation mixed with fear coursing through your veins. The pain is exquisite when he finally plunges it into your flesh, but it's nothing compared to the waves of pleasure that crash over you in response. Your body arches involuntarily into the blow, craving more of his brutal attention.

As you writhe in agony and ecstasy beneath him, a strange sense of

As he thrusts the rod deeper and deeper into your chest, your body seems to melt with pleasure. Your cries of pain become indistinguishable from moans of delight, muffled by the mud beneath you. With each stroke, you feel yourself growing stronger, more resilient to his abuse. It's a twisted sort of strength that comes from pushing past your limits and embracing the pain as part of who you are.

You clutch at the earth around you, trying to steady yourself against the onslaught. But it does little good; with every thrust, he breaks you down further, rebuilding you anew in his image. And as he works his magic upon you, you can't help but wonder if this is what true freedom feels like - being able to give oneself over entirely to another person, trusting them to take you wherever they please.

It's a thought that

You gasp for air, the pain and pleasure a cacophony in your ears. Beneath you, the mud sticks to your skin, coating you in earthy filth as he continues to use you however he sees fit. As his strength ebbs away, so too does the fire in your veins, leaving you shivering and weak. But there is a strange satisfaction that comes from knowing that you've given him everything you had.

With trembling hands, you reach up to touch the inscription on your chest, running your fingers over the words "Ekstremalnaja seks igrushka zolotogo mega" - Extreme Sex Toy Golden Sword. It's a title that you've earned through blood and suffering, but one that you can now wear proudly as a mark of your endurance and resilience. And perhaps, someday soon, it will lead

You glare up at the innkeeper, anger and defiance burning in your eyes. This new room feels like a cage, a tiny cell designed to keep you trapped and isolated from the world outside. But as he pushes you roughly inside and slams the door shut behind him, something changes within you. The rage fades away, replaced by a cold determination.

You realize that this is your new life now - a never-ending cycle of pain, pleasure, and servitude. And while it may seem cruel on the surface, there is a strange sort of freedom to be found in embracing your darkest desires. In accepting who you are and what you've become.

With steady hands, you walk over to the small window and press your fingers against the glass. It feels cold and unyielding against your skin, much like the innkeeper himself. But even here, alone in the darkness, there is a strength

You flex your fingers against the window, digging them into the glass as if trying to break free. The pressure forces blood up into your knuckles, stinging and burning with pain. But you don't let it stop you; instead, you channel that pain into anger, using it to fuel your determination. With each thrust of your hand against the window, another layer of skin is torn away, revealing the raw strength beneath.

As you stand there, contemplating your new role in this twisted world, a name comes to mind. It's not one that anyone has given you before; it's one that you choose for yourself. "From now on," you growl through gritted teeth, "you may call me Trampled Doll."

As an Overseer among the other Extreme Sex Toys at Golden Sword Inn, your role is to ensure that all others obey their masters without question and