The room was packed full of soldiers, all with swords and halberds pointed at her. These guys didn't look like they were just town guard. Their armor was a cut above the rest, and their leader seemed to just positively drip with the kind of full-of-himself authority Thulka loved to watch vanish from people's faces, shortly before she made their faces vanish with her hammer. Determined to go down fighting despite her nudity, she tried to leap from the bed only to find that two things were keeping her. Her hands and legs were shackled together and fastened to the bed, and her gut was still bloated and swollen from the sheer amount of food that strumpet shoveled into her yesterday. And she could see her now, with a nice, fat bag of gold, leaving the room hurriedly. The lead soldier opened up a parchment, cleared his throat, and began to read.
"Thulka Thudcrush, alias Thulka the Thunderous, alias Thulk Smash, alias The Thulkster, The Tavern Terror, alias the Whorenihillator, alias Ol' Dirty Bitch. You have committed crimes against the kingdom, including but not limited to murder, rape, theft, blasphemy, arson, destruction of property both private and public, poaching, public indecency, tax evasion, and tethering an animal in an illegal spot."
"Those charges are trumped up! I've never illegally parked Enormerous in my life! Come closer, so I can crush your skull between my thighs!"
The captain ignored her and continued on. "For these crimes, you have been sentenced to death. However, the Baron of these lands has pleaded for lenience in your case. In exchange for your freedom, you are to perform a task for him. You are to slay a giant clan that has taken up residence near his castle, and rescue his daughter. Fifty percent of loot and pillage found in this venture is yours, but you will be accompanied by a kingdom-appointed wizard and have... Safeguards put on you, to make sure you don't get any funny ideas about running away."
As if on cue, a rather scrawny young man in a pointed hat and tattered robes shuffled sheepishly out of the thicket of blades, clutching a spellbook for dear life. He looked at the ogress nervously at first, and then a little bit appreciatively after he realized she was naked. Thulka roared at him, thrashing her chains angrily, making the bed creak and splinter a bit with her rage. Backing up with a yelp, the wizard retreated only to find himself being guided back to the ogress with a sword at his back. "And don't think the Baron's forgotten about what YOU'VE done, Abernathy. Get casting. The sooner this farce is done with, the better." The barbarian couldn't help but chuckle as the wizard grumbled, timidly approaching her with his wand pulled out.
"That's not going to be big enough." She mocked him with a kissy face, causing him to blush bright red. The wand traced a sigil of putrescent green around her navel, and the mage finished off by tapping seven times on her drum taut stomach, eliciting a loud belch from Thulka. "Fames Gastros!" He then went to the shackles, enchanting them somehow. "Catenas Placis!" Thulka snorted. To put things succinctly, she wasn't much a fan of magic. Fancy words and hand waving... Ridiculous! But also dangerous. What did this runt just do to her?
Suddenly, they began to undo her shackles. Well, they began to undo the chains of her shackles, anyway, leaving the wrist and leg bindings on. A foolish mistake on their part. Even stodged full of food and booze, she was still a force to be reckoned with. Springing off of the bed with a leap, she moved to bring her fist smashing into the wizard's face, eliciting the most pleasantly girlish scream from him... When suddenly, mere inches from knocking his teeth in, her fist stopped.
"...Huh?"
And then the hunger hit. She groaned in pain as her stomach seemed to clench with hunger despite being nearly full. Her arms went to her belly, trying to massage the pain away, but it had no real effect. Then she saw the wizard timidly touch her stomach, and the pain seemed to go away... Though the hunger was still there. Diminished, but there.
"What do you DO to me, shrimp?!"
Abernathy mumbled and stuttered a bit before the captain stepped in. "Merely something to keep you... Reined in. The shackles have been enchanted to keep you from doing violence to anyone, unless directed to by a representative of the Baron or the lad here. The mark's something to keep you from running away. Unless Abernathy touches his wand to your stomach once every day in the morning, or if you try to hurt anyone besides those you're SUPPOSED to, it'll trigger. I believe you already know what it does. Even if you manage to evade patrols while rubbing your poor widdle tummy, good luck trying to forage enough food to keep yourself from going mad."
The soldiers filed out of the room, and as the captain reached the door, he turned around for a moment and threw a rolled-up parchment at the bed. "Details about your mission are on there. Oh. And don't think the wizard will help you escape. He has his own reasons for complying."
With that, it was just Thulka and Abernathy. Shuffling a bit, the magic user looked down. "Um. Sorry?"
"Just shut up and turn around so I can get dressed."
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