Two weeks. Two whole fucking weeks since they'd last seen Gandalf.
And now—they were broke. Totally out of coin. Their precious money was gone. Frodo had never loved money so much as he did now, sitting in his VIP room eating nothing but chips—chips without fish. Life was cruel.
Then again, maybe—just maybe—they shouldn't have paid for the entire Inn's drinks and food for a whole week straight. Merry had warned them. Merry had begged them. And now Merry was beyond pissed. Frodo, meanwhile, felt like a piece of shit.
Or maybe Gandalf was the real piece of shit here. Where the hell was he? Right now, one pouch of the old man's money would have fixed everything. Instead, another night and they'd be on the streets.
Pippin suggested begging. "Someone'll help us, right? Like the priests or their holy nun-wives down at the Church of Light. Under the Light, all believers are family, yeah?"
But Frodo's pride burned hotter than his hunger. "No. I'm no beggar. I'm a King. And I'll find treasure with or without Gandalf. A legendary motherfucker does not beg."
So he gathered his companions into the VIP room—the last luxury they still had—and declared it their war chamber. Their legendary council. Six soon-to-be bad-ass motherfuckers, gathered in poverty, plotting greatness.
At the same time, a small boat with black sails slid silently into Bree's docks.
The guards, puzzled and suspicious, rushed down to meet it. But their steps faltered when nine figures stepped onto the planks. Women—tall, slender, and swaying with each stride. Their hips rolled like waves, and the men felt their throats tighten as they swallowed.
Click. Click. Click. The metallic ring of high heels struck the wood, sharp as daggers in the silence.
They came clad in long black dresses that clung to every curve—waists narrow, breasts straining, hips and asses outlined with shameless perfection. Silver gleamed faintly beneath the folds: gauntlets with clawed fingers, high-heeled greaves that caught the lantern light. From beneath their hoods spilled strands of silver hair, framing pale faces with full lips and cold beauty. Nine pairs of deep blue eyes gleamed out like sapphires in the dark.
Even in the meager light of the church tower and scattered lanterns, their beauty was impossible to ignore. The guards felt heat creep into their cheeks, jaws slackening, saliva pricking at the corners of their mouths before they forced themselves to swallow it back down. They were men of Albion, sworn to discipline. Their land had beauties of its own—fair wives and proud daughters—and pride demanded they stand firm.
Still, the temptation of a strip search flickered unbidden through more than one mind.
One guard, mustering what dignity he could, stepped forward. His voice was sharp but wavered just slightly.
"What business do you Nine have here in Albion? Do you not know our borders are closed to visitors and traders? Albion accepts none… except—" he hesitated, then pressed on with a crooked grin, "—well, we do sometimes accept immigrants of the fairer sex. Provided they are untainted, and young. Which of those might you be? Speak—or be gone!"
The words rang bold in the night. But the men's hearts hammered, for in truth they had never seen women like these before.
Then stopping a cautious six meters away, the Nine stood uncertainly, their black hoods dipping toward one another in silent confusion. None dared move first. At last, the tallest of them gathered her courage, stepped forward with hesitant grace, and spoke.
Her voice was soft, soothing, almost like a lullaby.
"W-worry not, sir. We mean no harm. My sisters and I… we are only lost souls, without a true home to call our own. We seek only a place to rest for the night, and… a golden ring. A ring dear to a beloved friend of mine, long missing. As for what you mean by 'untainted' or 'young'—I… I do not know. But we have never been held by men, that much is true. Men are… frightening to us. So we keep them at a distance. No offence, sir. I am sure you are kind in your own way."
The sweetness of her words tugged at the guards' ears, disarming in its innocence. But when she lowered herself in a deep ninety-degree bow—a gesture of respect drilled into her by some forgotten tutor—the men forgot to breathe.
Her long silver hair spilled forward, and her heavy breasts strained against the black fabric, swaying slightly in the lantern light. The guard's throat went dry. His hands twitched at his sides, imagining—against his will—the softness beneath. When she rose again, the curve of her chest still lingered in his mind like a spell.
His hand shot to the cross of Light on his breastplate. He whispered a desperate prayer, forcing the holy calm of Albion into his blood. Only then did he manage to speak, his voice stiff and strained.
"Ahm… right. Yes. Very well. You may come. But if you wish to stay the night in Bree, you will have to be… checked. Formalities. And… you must remember—no woman leaves these walls until she has taken a man, until she has a citizen's bond. That is the law. So long as you remain without such, you cannot step beyond the gates."
The tall woman faltered, biting her lip. She glanced back at her sisters, who clutched one another's hands nervously. But with no other choice, they bowed their heads and agreed.
"Y-yes, sir. We will obey."
Skittishly, their black dresses swishing about nervous knees, the Nine fell into line behind the lead guard. The men of Albion marched ahead, their steel boots echoing on the stone, while others lingered behind, their eyes drawn helplessly to the swaying curves beneath the women's cloaks.
Each guard promised himself he would remember this sight for the rest of his days.
But sadly, Bree was not a large town, and so the walk was short. Soon they stood before the guardhouse—a squat stone block at the end of the street. It doubled as the prison, though the cells within were usually empty. Albion had little crime, and never before visitors quite like these nine.
The women were placed together in a barred chamber, watched over by armed men who kept their hands firmly on their halberds, eyes averted with a discipline born of pride. For all their beauty, these silver-haired strangers had come without sanction, and Albion did not forgive carelessness at its borders.
After a time the door creaked open. Finally someone came, a mature woman of some age, but still with a face of youth entered. With suspicious, inspecting eyes she looked at the nine silver haired beauties in black, as she carefully studied their appearances from head to toe.
To the woman it was clear that the Nine held tough feminine bodies suited for warriors. Although they seemed quite timid and hesitant which didn't match their trained looks at all. However it did bring a slight grin to her face as she then spoke in her loud commanding voice and said.
"Strip, all of you! I want to see some skin! Take all that you own off and then I will inspect you, your purity and any possible weapons that you hopefully for your sakes aren't hiding!"
The nine seemed taken aback by the woman's words, clearly not having expected for such a thing to be said. They looked to one another with concern, until they were all suddenly made to unconsciously shake in fear as the woman spoke again, more loudly than before.
"Do it, now! Or you can always get on your ship and never be allowed to return again, and if you do then it will be death for all of you! Now choose, strip or leave!"
The nine were reluctant, they felt so nervous and humiliated before this single woman, but they were on a mission. And so with great reluctance and the lead of the tallest, and most curviest of the nine, they slowly began to undress before the now smirking woman.
First the women took off their silver gauntlets, revealing slender, feminine hands that seemed so perfect that the woman wondered if these Nine were nobles or whores or something. The Nine turned around and placed their gauntlets on a simple wooden table.
Then with their backs turned to the woman the Nine began to pull off their tight dresses. With some sway in their hips it slowly began to lift upwards, revealing shapely legs encased in the Nine women's heeled silver thigh-high boots, and above it exposed milky white skin.
Nodding her head the inspecting woman could clearly see that these women were well trained. They had muscle, but a good layer of soft fat as well for their future man to grope. Their thighs were thick and almost seemed to be exploding out the tops of those boots.
And as their dresses lifted up some more the woman was totally taken aback. She couldn't believe what she was seeing, the Nine were wearing metallic thongs underneath those dresses all along that let her see their round bubble butts pretty much completely. This was definitely not something that she had expected, maybe the Nine were whores after all. Their butts were big and as their dresses lifted up some more their waists seemed all that much more smaller with their butts being big as they were.
Seeing it even she as a beautiful shapely woman herself couldn't help but drool a little at the sight. And as she gulped down her saliva she then could see the Nine women's tits pillowing out from the sides. And even from behind she could see that the Nine were wearing armoured bikinis that prompted up their big tits even more.
And lastly she could not help but stare at their toned muscular backs and shoulders that were exposed. And as their dresses slipped from their fingers and pooled on the floor, the Nine seemed to hesitate again on what to do next.
Seeing it she hesitated herself. She wouldn't have minded seeing them completely strip before her, but she had a job to do. And so with a big sigh she said.
"Wait, that's good enough, I'm happy to see that none of you brought any weapons with you. That makes this a lot easier for me. But now comes the real test. I'm going to do a pussy check up on you, to see if you're still pure virgins or not. For only virgin's get to come to Albion and stay within this town until a man claims you as their own."
Hearing this the Nine visibly shivered at her words. Clearly they knew none of this and had come here unaware of what it was they were getting themselves into. But the rules were rules and were there for a good reason, for Albion had been invaded multiple times now. So no foreign spies, possible threats or people with attachments to the world outside the island were to be allowed here, in the name of peace, safety and security, but most of all unity.
With this in mind the woman once more spoke with determination as she said.
"Now look away from me, bend ninety degrees and pull down those panties. I want to see you stretch open those pussy lips, and I want to see the Nine hymens there as well. Now girls, do it!"
The Nine bit on their lips in shame, but nevertheless complied, turning away from the woman once more and bending over at the waist, grabbing onto their ankles so they were folded in half with their phenomenally fat asses front and center on display for the woman's eyes. The woman carefully looked between their legs, The Nine could see the woman staring in pure, rapturous wonder, almost with stars in her eyes as she unconsciously licked her lips hungrily from the sheer splender of the sight before her.
Then the Nine hooked their thumbs in their waistbands of their armored bikini bottoms and started to slowly slide them over the slope of their bodacious buttcheeks and down their legs. It took some struggling and shaking to get the tight rings of metal past the curves of their hourglass figures, but eventually the glorified thongs joined their dresses on the floor.
For long the woman had wondered what might her holiness, the crown Princesses perfect figure look like, but now she finally felt like she had an idea. These ladies asses were truly something to behold and something she would be sure to put into a safe corner within her own memory so as to hopefully learn from this and become like them within the future.
Even without the additional lift from their high-heeled boots, The Nine women's backsides were pure, angelically-crafted perfection. Muscled and toned from clearly hard training, but with a delicious layer of fat on top that practically begged to be squeezed, kneaded, and groped. It jutted out from their trim waist in two glorious half-moons, boasting twin globes of such divinity that she already could feel herself starting to leak out her own love juices from her own folds as her legs hungrily rubbed together.
She could even see that some of the Nine women before her were getting a bit wet as well. It was getting hot in here, as she then hungrily licked her lips again and moved closer. Crouching down, she then placed her hands on the first woman's silky smooth fat butt cheeks that seemed to swallow her hands into their softness as she did this.
The woman quivered under her touch, but obediently stayed still as she held her own hands on her butt so as to spread her pussy. But it wasn't enough and so with some force she helped the woman before her by slightly parting the two butt cheeks away from each other to give her a clearer view of the woman's wet pussy lips and her ass hole.
With great care and some drool on her mouth she nodded her head then and happily said. "I see that your hymen is fully intact, congratulations you pass honey. You're a pure girl as much as one can be."
Honestly she could hardly believe it, the woman's hymen was totally intact, despite her whorish looks. Although she was quick to notice that all of them were quite timid. None complained and seemed willing to do whatever she said.
Quickly an evil though came to her mind. She could already feel the woman relaxing a bit, but then with a grin she said.
"Ok, now put your hands on that wall honey. I'll check your other hole next and see how you feel there. We gotta check if your still functioning well there, since you haven't had sex ever before you know."
The silver haired beauty seemed stunned, but quickly nodded her head as she sheepishly said.
"Mmm, ok, please be gentle with me, I'm, I'm not used to this."
Pushing the young beauty against the wall, the inspector stood up behind the beauty, spit on her ass and as she began rubbing the saliva upon the asshole, she grinned and said.
"Don't worry honey, its gonna feel great for you. Just relax as I open you up a little."
She spread the quivering beauties incredibly thick, milky white bubble butt wide, revealing the darker indigo of her puckered asshole, and wasting no time she started circling her thumb around it. "Feel free to moan, honey, its ok." She laughed lightly.
The beauty merely let out a few muffled moans in response, she was thoroughly against this, but she like her sisters for whatever reason just seemed to let it happen. Now the inspector was really starting to grin, despite these women's superior looks compared to her, she still was so easily capable of dominating these women, and then sticking her thumb into this bitches saliva covered asshole.
Immediately the woman's body tensed and she let out a sequel of pleasure in response, as the inspector started pistoning her slender thumb up and down into the slowly opening asshole. She slowly with a lot of delight worked the digit in and out of the silver haired woman's backdoor, trying to wet the tight ring as much as possible.
She was going to make this bitch before her squirt in pleasure and make all her sisters watch. Of course the same fate awaited them all, and after this these foreign bitches would know who fucking ruled over this land. After all they had no rights here, they were her bitches now for the time being and they were going to love every second of it.
Spitting on her thumb some more she lubed the wet, slightly gaping asshole up with her saliva. Until finally she felt satisfied to add in a few more fingers. She could already hear the woman starting to pant under her fingering, the bitches pussy was getting wet, this bitch was feeling it as was she herself as well.
Soon as the hole began to open and more fingers slipped inside, the entire cell started to be filled with a lustful scent of 9 wet bitches and a horny inspector, and great many moans. Moans that carried through the guard houses corridors causing the guards on duty to get stiff.
Soon even hard slaps started to be heard, hard slaps on a fat jiggling ass as the mighty inspector yelled.
"Yeah, you like that, don't you? You beautiful bitch, yeah say it, say it! Say that you love it!"
Though reluctant at first, the silver haired beauty having never touched herself like this and not being one to really tell lies, was quick to nod as she moaned out.
"Yes, yes, I love it. Please, I'm feeling weird, just some more, I can feel something coming! Please give it to me!"
The other eight merely were frozen in place butt naked with their hands on the wall waiting their turn. They too were now leaking as they anxiously awaited their own turns.
Then as the inspectors five digits slipped inside the now wet gaping asshole, a loud whorish moan was heard.
"Ugh, ahhh ihh!"
The beautiful woman's back arched and head tossed backwards as she orgasmed her love juices all over the inspectors fingers and dress.
"Ahhhhh, oh, Goddess, yes, AHH!" The silver haired woman kept yelling in pleasure, her knees turned inwards as they gave way and she fell panting and heaving for breath to the ground.
The inspector merely licked her wet fingers in victory, as she then crouched down to pull harshly at the silver haired woman's hair. She came in close and then in a whisper asked.
"So, do you promise to behave well when you're in town here, foreign bitch?"
The beauties eyes were slightly upturned and tongue hanging out, as she then quietly answered. "Ye, yes, I, I promise."
After that hours quickly passed as the Nine were made to orgasm under the inspectors hard ass fingering. All swore to act nice in town, but still their toned fat butts were spanked repeatedly until they were red, and only then were they allowed to dress up and go.
The inspector did suggest that they come to her house as she had a few teenage boys who wouldn't have minded getting a few wives to themselves. But sadly the Nine respectfully declined this offer and just decided to return to their ship for the night. The guards did give them some bread, but before all of them met a man and got wed they wouldn't be getting much of anything it seemed, for free at least.
And so a grave threat in search of the one ring, had unknown to Frodo arrived within Bree. A threat that lay within their black sailed ship tending to their abused butt's with some tender massaging, as they began to scheme.