Transmigrated Woman
Lately, I've become very engrossed in reading romantic fantasy. I immersed myself in these books, in these magical books for me, which described everything I wanted—how my routine life as an accountant would instantly change the moment I stepped through a portal to another world. Immediately, I would become needed, save the world, and find my true love.
Despite having a pretty appearance, average height, and a thick head of blonde hair, at 22, I didn't have a steady boyfriend. Probably because I was striving for the ideal man on a black horse waiting for me somewhere in a parallel world.
As they say—be careful what you wish for.
Late in the evening, returning
from work through the dark square near my house, I saw a light suddenly flash among the bushes. It was mesmerizing, it beckoned me, and without hesitation, driven by curiosity, I went towards it.Behind the tall bushes, a portal arch was glowing.
— Damn it—I thought—This is what I've been dreaming about for so long. Nothing happens by chance. This is my destiny. After all, here, apart from my goofy older brother, nothing holds me, and there, surely, I will meet my love.
Without hesitation, I stepped into the portal, closing my eyes.
The first thing I heard, stepping onto solid ground on the other side, was a terrible, growling voice.
— Oh, another wench caught, the hunter gets the beast—opening my eyes I saw a tall, nearly 2.5 meters, muscular green creature with a protruding lower jaw. On the creature's bare torso were four nipples, the lower part covered by wide pants. I froze in horror; this was not what I had expected. It seems I had fallen among orcs.
Grabbing my hands and shackling them in heavy manacles, like a lifeless doll he fastened me to the wall, raising my arms high. I found myself in a round cave with a low ceiling and smoothly polished walls. The cave was illuminated by hovering lights under the ceiling, allowing me to see it completely. From the opposite.
The portal closed with a snap, cutting off my path of retreat, to my past life. Panic stuck like a lump in my throat. I couldn't say anything, only open my eyes wide in horror.
The orc, meanwhile, was examining me intently.
— I want to disappoint you right away—he said—you're not very pretty, you won't fetch a high price from the slave market, so you'll end up either in the Lust House or satisfying soldiers in the barracks. You can forget about your home; now you need to be very obedient and compliant. How I present you and your body at the market will completely determine your future life. Do you understand me, slave?
All I could do was nod. My fantasies and dreams were crumbling before my eyes.
Pulling a dagger from behind his back, the Orc began cutting off my clothes. First, the white blouse flew to the floor, followed by the pencil skirt, leaving me in my underwear and tights, trembling with fear, he continued the inspection.
— The breasts are a bit small, but there's nothing I can do about that now—said the Orc, cutting off my bra and tearing the thin material of my tights with his claws—Now I am your Master, you will address me as such.
My small, second-size breasts shriveled in the cold of the cave, and my nipples tightened into two hard little peas. The Master turned me to face the wall, causing a terrible pain from the manacles on my wrists.
Now I didn't know what he was doing, and that made it even scarier, though how much scarier could it get. He ran a claw down my back and, hooking the junction of my thong with his claw, ripped it off me with one motion, making me cry out.
— You scream well, slave—the Master said loudly—To your misfortune, my people differ from yours in body structure, both in size and in the number of certain organs.
These words would have shocked me if I weren't already in shock. To my horror, I began to guess in what way his number of organs differed.
— Very few human females can withstand our males. Therefore, to avoid putting untested goods on the Whore Market, I will first test your holes—he finished, whispering in my ear, causing me to sob with impending hysteria.
— Also, your life depends on whether you can become aroused by an orc male. Without lubrication, there will be tears, and that leads to death, as most slaves are kept in dirty conditions. But that will no longer be my concern—said the Orc, laughing loudly.
He moved my manacles to a lower hook, turning me to face him and ordered me to kneel.
— Today I forgot the whore lube at home, so you'll have to lubricate my tools well with your little mouth—hissed the Orc, taking off his pants.
My eyes popped out of their sockets when I saw two swaying members about 30 centimeters long, with swollen veins. They grew one above the other, framed by thick dark hair, and were already engorged with blood.
He approached me and the head of his upper member pressed against my closed mouth. It was huge and smelled of dried urine.
— Didn't you hear what I said?! And keep your teeth out of the way, or you'll lose them. —the Master shouted at me. Tears streamed from my eyes. How could I end up in such a position? My fantasies had led me to ruin. Or maybe this was all just a trial on the path to great love?
I opened my mouth as wide as possible, taking the first member inside. It hit my throat when it went in a third. I tried to produce as much saliva as possible, remembering what the master said about lubrication. I had given a blowjob before, but that was my only experience, and now this huge bolt. The second member slid over my chin and pressed against my throat from the outside. I began making sucking motions, gradually moving the third of the member in my mouth.
— Yes, good, well done—praised the orc, placing a paw on the back of my head—Now swallow! —he said and forcefully impaled my throat, all the way, onto his first member
Tears sprayed from my eyes, my throat exploded in pain and I began to choke, moaning in protest. When he moved back, exiting my throat, I greedily gulped air, seeing nothing through the tears. Not letting me catch my breath, he forcefully pulled me onto his member again, this repeated another dozen times. By the end, my throat was burning, the member went deep into my esophagus, damaging everything in its path. Due to ligament damage, I could only croak from pain.
— You did well with the first shaft, proceed to the next one—ordered the Master and pressed the second member to my lips. This time he didn't give me a chance to get used to the member and immediately thrust it into my throat. The first member, dripping with moisture, slid over my forehead while the second plowed my insides.
Upon inspection, the second member turned out to be slightly thicker, and during the orc's thrusts, it scraped against my teeth. He didn't like that, so the second blowjob ended faster but was more vicious. When something displeased him, he would yank my hair hard, risking scalping me.
— Your mouth is too small for me, as you lubricated, so now you'll get it in your holes—said the Master, moving me back to the high hook and turning me to face the wall.
The Orc shoved two fingers into my violated mouth and ordered me to suck and lubricate them well. I sucked with all my might, these two thick sausages, fearing new pain.
Deeming it sufficient, he pulled his clawed fingers from my mouth and pressed one of them against my hairy anal opening. I tensed and clenched up completely, whimpering and begging him to stop. But the Master, applying force, pushed his finger into my virgin ass. It responded with pain and I burst into tears. The orc's finger was already plowing my ass to its full length when I felt his wet, hot member at the entrance to my vagina.
— Now relax—this will help you endure the first mating—said the Master, and to my surprise, my body obeyed him, though my mind was fiercely against it. His sledgehammer spread the walls of my vagina with difficulty, centimeter by centimeter, squeezing through the narrow passage. I felt filled to the brim with this member, and it kept penetrating deeper, as if it were a drilling rig.
My lower abdomen responded with pain mixed with pleasure when the orc's member stopped, and the finger still didn't stop working in my ass. I couldn't believe my body. How could it derive pleasure from such violence?!
— Oh, you're getting wet, mmm—muttered the Master with pleasure, moving inside my vagina and adding a finger to my ass. With each of his movements, I was losing my mind, and my body was receiving more and more pleasure. Now even the fingers in my anus and the second member rubbing against my clitoris were giving me a high.
I stopped thinking, and my body was getting closer and closer to orgasm. Sensing this, the orc moved faster. My whole body clenched into a ball and exploded in the strongest orgasm of my life, screaming with my damaged throat in a fit of pleasure.
I didn't notice when he pulled out of me, completely overwhelmed by bliss. I only realized when the first member began squeezing into my finger-prepared ass, and the second into the wet interior of my vagina.
It was very painful; it seemed I was about to burst, unable to take all his tools inside me. How wrong I was. It happened inevitably; pain mixed with the pleasure from the orgasm that hadn't yet subsided when I felt his hairy pubis against my ass, and his balls hit my clitoris.
They were stretching me; how could they fit inside me? —I couldn't understand. And then he began moving back, hitting sensitive spots inside me with his members. Pain brought pleasure, and pleasure gave birth to pain. He began pounding back in with greater speed and whispering about how tight I was. But I didn't perceive any of this; only sensations remained.
He accelerated his movements, and an even stronger orgasm washed over me. I writhed, impaled on two huge members. But he had no intention of stopping, fiercely pulling my limp body onto his equipment. Lost in a third orgasm, I lost consciousness and didn't even feel my intestines and womb being filled with a huge amount of seed under the orc's loud cry.
Thus began my new life. Not at all like the one I dreamed of, but it's not a fact that I won't like it.