SARA:

Sara had just finished changing her clothes for her workout and dance class. Put away in her locker at the gym was her normal street clothes and all she wore now was a pink, one-piece leotard that could easily pass as a swimming suit, leg warmers, and her workout shoes. She ruffled her fingers up through her short cropped blonde hair and decided against a headband for today. Having recently gotten it cut to its extreme shortness, she had no need to keep it out of her face now. Even still, she couldn’t help but stopping at one of the floor-to-ceiling mirrors on the way out of the locker room to check herself out. She stretched her arms up above her head and checked herself out from head-to-toe. At the ripe age of 25, she was fit, slim, hourglass figure, and had curves in all the right places. Then why is it so hard for me to keep a boyfriend? she sighed as she turned her body to look over her shoulder to view her backside. Is my butt too big? Am I just not doing the right thing to please a man?

The mirror seemed to shimmer, in her vision and her head started to swim. For some odd reason it became hard to think. Sara blinked as she started to swoon. What the hell? she wondered. What’s going on… it was becoming harder to think. What was I doing, again? It was enough for her to just stand up and she never noticed the two pairs of large, green hands come out of the bright glowing mirror to nab her and drag her back into it. It was so bright that she couldn’t see anything, but she felt like she was wrapped up in a warm blanket. It made her sleepy and she stretched and yawned, unable to process the passing of time. Then she laid down, stretched, and yawned again. Meh… whatever… I’m too tired to do anything now. Besides, this is nice… she thought. A nice, warm day. The sun feels good on my naked body…

That’s when her brain processed that something was wrong, and she snapped awake. “Wait… Naked body?” she exclaimed out loud. She shot to her feet only to be yanked back down to her knees. Sara looked down in a panic. Gone was her workout clothes. What she did have on was a metal collar with a thick metal chain dangling down between her ample breasts. The other end of the chain was attacked to an eye-hook embedded in the ground. Now hyperventilating out of sheer terror, Sara looked around as she gripped the chain and yanked in a futile effort to get free. She was in the middle of a circle of some sorts in a dungeon, and she was trapped by the chain keeping her on her knees. “What the hell is going on? Where am I?”

In front of her, just outside the circle, were two huge, muscular, brutish looking, green men and one tall, huge red demon looking thing that towered above them. They were talking among each other in amusement. The demon was pointing her out to the other. “Lucky for us the portal finds it easier to connect to mirrors in other worlds… and what a prize we’ve reaped today, eh? It’s getting much easier to take women from Earth now.”

“Yes…” one of the two green men agreed. “Shall we begin inspecting our prize then?”

The two green brutes advanced on her and Sara’s eyes went wide when she noticed that they were carrying manacles in their hands. “NO!” she shouted at them, recoiling at their ugliness as she shrank back as far as the chain would let her. She desperately pulled on it to try and escape, but it would not budge. “STAY BACK!” But they didn’t listen to her. Now that they got closer, she noticed that they looked like orcs out of those fantasy games that many of her boyfriends in the past tried to get her to play. The orcs easily grabbed her and slapped the manacles on her wrists and ankles amid her squirming and protests. Then they took the chain off of her collar, dragged her out of the portal circle, and over to a nearby wall where they chained her wrist manacles to an eye-hook in the wall high above her head, dangling her a foot off of the ground. “No! Please! Don’t do this to me!” she said as their hands then started roving up and down her body, feeling her up, molesting her. “Please! Let me down! You have no right!”

That seemed to amuse her captors even more. The demon walked up to her, reached down to feel her up between her legs, making her suck in a breath as a wave of unwanted pleasure washed over her. “No right?” he asked with a chuckle. “My magic has taken you worlds away from your Earth, stripped of everything you own, your sex spread open for anyone to take. It looks like I can do anything I want to you,” he laughed. Then he sank his large finger up into her pussy, making Sara cry out in shame and humiliation at being fingered by this monster. She jerked and wiggled as much as she could to try and dislodge him from her most intimate spot, but it was to no avail. With his digit plunging in and out of her, she soon gave up and settled for averting her face from him while she cried, all the while trying to ignore the pleasure her body was feeling as it was forced upon her.

“How should we break this one in before we send her down to the dungeons?” one of the orcs was asking.

“This is the last summoning I have to do today, so I think that I’ll just take this little one right now,” the demon mused, withdrawing his finger from Sara’s now wet, dripping pussy. “Put her on the X cross.” The orcs hastened to obey the demon as they took her off of the wall and dragged her across the room where another implement of bondage was waiting for her. Sara didn’t have it in her to fight anymore. It was no use. If what these… these things… said was true, then there was no hope for escape for her. Her arms ached already from hanging by her wrists and she couldn’t possibly overpower them. Sara was shackled spreadeagled to the cross before it was then reclined back at a 45-degree angle. At least she wasn’t hanging by her arms anymore. The huge, red, horned demon stepped forward to her and pulled back his crimson loincloth, the only thing that he wore outside of some leather shoulder guards held on his body by thick leather straps that probably doubled as his armor.

Sara gasped in wide eyed fright as his cock rose to attention and filled out to full hardness. “No…” she whispered, shaking her head back and forth as he got closer with it. “No… please… don’t,” she pleaded with him.

He reached down between her legs to feel her up again, making her squirm and grimace from his touch. “Humans are always so interesting by having hair between their legs,” the demon mused. “I’ll never understand why,” he said as he then cupped her sex with his hand. There was a brief, searing pain as his hand started to glow between her legs. When he withdrew it, and the pain subsided, Sara saw that she was now as bald down there as the day she was born. “There,” the demon smiled as he looked down at her. “Much better, as smooth as an elf’s pussy. Now… let’s see how it compares.” He then brought his cock up, the head grazing her wet slit and making her shudder. The demon seemed to revel in her frightened, deer-in-the-headlights look on her face as she continually shook her head no. He planted his hands on the cross over top of her wrists, jerked his hips, and drove his cock up into her.

“IIIIIEEEEEE!” Sara screamed as his huge cock penetrated her pussy, filling her up so much that there were inches of his cock to spare. After the initial spike of pain of being filled up and stretched open so much, so fast, it then gave way to mind numbing pleasure as he began to fuck her. “Noooooo…” she moaned as the waves of ecstasy started to wash over her even with the first few thrusts. “No… no… no… no… no…” she moaned with every thrust, her mind still in abject denial at what was happening to her.

“Hm… Umngh…” the demon grunted as he fucked her. “Not as tight as the elven slaves, but humans defiantly feel more pleasurable,” he noted. “There’s a certain… suppleness… to their bodies that make them more accommodating of my cock.” He took one hand and cupped Sara’s chin, forcing her to look up at him. “That’s it, little one, look at me while I fuck you. I want to see your pretty little face when I cum inside of you.”

Sara did as she was told, reduced to just grunts and whimpers every time he thrust into her. She gave up protesting. She gave up fighting. It was obvious now what they wanted with her and what they were going to do to her. She was their captive and they could do whatever they want, she figured. No sooner than she mentally relented, than her body took over and embraced the intense pleasure it was experiencing. Sara locked eyes with her demon tormentor, her mouth now hanging open as she let out a little squeaks of “Ah… ah… ah…” every time his cock drove up into her. Her nipples were already two hard little rosy nubs at the tips of her breasts that got stimulated every time his chest came close enough to hers to graze them. Sara surrendered herself to their will and stopped fighting her inevitable climax.

“That’s it…” the demon said, sensing her inner struggle. “Just let go. It’ll be easier for you in the end.” He then grunted, gyrated his hips, and slammed his cock up inside of her as far as it would go. A half second later, she felt his hot cum shoot deep up into her waiting pussy and womb. Sara arched her body within her bonds, threw her head back, and screamed as the orgasm slammed though her with such a force that she never thought possible before. Her body shook and quivered as his huge member throbbed inside of her. The forced orgasm went on forever as torrents of his hot cum was pumped into her. Then, once it was over, he pulled out of her leaving his cum to flow freely out of her pussy. “Fuck her if you wish before you take her down to the dungeons for the monsters,” the demon said as he took his leave.

As Sara went limp in her bonds, the orcs seemed to confer with each other. Then they stepped up, whipped out their green cocks, and quickly took sloppy seconds. Sara was so out of it that she barely realized that they’d taken her off of the cross and were fucking her up her ass and her pussy at the same time. She was sandwiched between them with no hope of getting free. Sara just stayed limp and let them have her, shuddering when they both finally came up inside of her ass and pussy, one after the other. She let out a low moan as she had another, lesser orgasm with them. Her arms were then shackled behind her back, a lead chain attached to her collar, and then she was made to stand up before being led from the room.

Out in the stone corridors, there was a redhead girl and a raven-haired girl, both human and looked like they were sisters, lined up and chained to each other, collar to collar. The redhead’s lead chain was attached to the back of Sara’s collar. Then, with a jerk on Sara’s lead, the three of them were made to walk. Sara meekly followed behind their new orc masters, wondering if this nightmare was ever going to end. The orc led them through a twisting series of corridors before coming to a spiral staircase that led even further down. Stone gave way to cave and soon the only light was that of the intermittent torches along the way. The girls behind Sara gasped in fright at being led down into darkness. The orc laughed at them all. “Welcome to our deepest dungeons, slaves, the monsters here are waiting for you to break you in.”

Monsters? Sara wondered as she too gasped in fight at seeing the holding cells that lined each side of the caves. In the first cells there were slaves that were collared and manacled just like she and two new girls were. When Sara got a closer look, she saw that they had slim, lithe bodies, toned legs, taut breasts, long hair and eyebrows, and very pointed ears. Elves? she wondered as she was pulled past them. They were led to the end of the cells where the holding areas got larger. More orcs were waiting for them. “Here are the three new humans for auction tomorrow,” their orc taskmaster said to the waiting ones. “Where ya want them?”

“Ehhh…” one of them considered it. “Let’s put the two sisters with the slime creature. It should be fun to watch them hang and struggle all night. And then the dancer…” he said, considering Sara, “let’s put her in with the cyclops, he hasn’t fucked in some time and should be ready to go all night.”

“Ooof…” one of the other orcs grunted as he got some restraints out that looked like spreader bars. “With this contraption, she’ll hardly get any sleep tonight.”

“Who cares?” the first one said. “It’ll be that much easier to sell her tomorrow.”

Sara’s mind was reeling with what they were talking about. So much that she didn’t realize that the two girls behind her, the sisters, had already been detached from her and were being led to another cell. In the meantime, her wrists manacles were detached from one another, brought in front of her body, and attached to a small spreader bar between them. Two more small spreader bars were attached to either one and allowed to hang. What purpose do those two serve? she couldn’t help but wonder as they then took two more bars, these three times the length of the others, and attached one each to her ankle manacles. Then she was forced to walk with them dragging behind her as the orcs took her into a huge cell immediately to her right. “Hey! Cy!” one of the orcs called out as they entered the cell. “Got some new fuck meat for ya!”

That’s when Sara saw the big, blue cyclops. The thing was enormous. Sara was only 5’5″. This thing was tall at about 12′ tall and it looked like it was huge fat man with arms as big around as her body with three fingered hands that were the size of her torso. The thing had two small horns coming out of the top of it’s bald head, huge, gaping jaws with rows of razor sharp teeth, and two huge 6′ tusks that had two manacles apiece on them. The cyclops let out a loud “Haaaaa!” of glee at seeing Sara with its big, glowing, blue eye. Sara was too rooted in place with fear to even scream. As she was mute with shock, the orcs maneuvered her around so that her back was to the beast’s chest. They backed her up against the cyclops, who was now kneeling for them. The two short bars that were dangling free from her wrist manacles were hoisted above her head and attached to the two innermost manacles on the cyclops’ tusks, right next to his slavering jaws. Then the longer bars attached to her ankles were lifted up to attach to the two outermost manacles on the tusks that were a foot away from the first ones. “FUUUUUCK!” the cyclops crowed in delight once Sara was laying back against his pudgy, sweaty chest with her arms above her head and her legs stretched out straight while they hung by the bars from his tusks, keeping her spread open wide for him.

“Enjoy, big guy!” the orcs said as they then headed out the cell.

Oh God! Sara thought as the cyclops rose to his feet, lifting Sara high into the air as his thick tusks and body easily supported her weight as if she didn’t weigh a thing.

“FUUUUUCK!” the cyclops roared again as he brought up his massive cock up between her legs. Sara gasped in shock and then reeled back and screamed as he stuffed it up inside of her wet and waiting pussy. Pleasure blended with pain in a blinding myriad of sensations as the monster stuffed about a third of his cock up into her. If she thought that she’d been full before with the demon, it was nothing compared to the cyclops. Now that he had the tip of his dick up inside of her, the cyclops wrapped his massive hands around her thighs to pull her downward as he thrust up into her, bouncing her up and down on his manhood. Sara’s cries were soon reduced to raw, incoherent screaming with pleasurable, painful fucking that was now assaulting her senses. “FUUUUUUCK!” the cyclops then yelled as he quickly came deep inside of her. The amount of cum that was pumped into her pussy was too much for her body to bear and most of it wound up splashing out of her to splat sloppily onto the ground of his cell. Not that the cyclops seemed to notice or care as his cock remained hard and stuffed inside of her as, over time, he continued to fuck her to another orgasm… and then another… and then another.

Sara’s poor body was battered sexually over and over again as it was forced to climax many times that night. Her arms and legs became stiff over time from hanging off of the creature’s tusks. Her breasts became battered and mauled as the cyclops amused himself with them as he fucked her all night long. He even reached between her legs to play with her pussy while he banged her. She became nothing more than a cock cover for him as she dangled helplessly in front of his body whenever he moved around his large cell. Even when he wasn’t actively fucking her, her body was sent over the edge with just him walking around and moving his cock inside of her now overly sensitive pussy. She became delirious with the mixture of nonstop orgasms coupled by utter fatigue. Sleep continued to elude her until eventually the creature settled down onto its own bedding to sleep. Even then, the angle she was at on his chest made it awkward as she was laying with her head lower than her hips most of the night. Only when the creature turned to its side was it somewhat bearable. Sara seemed to lose all sense of herself as basic bodily needs set in.

Sometime later she felt her body relax as the orcs had come back into the cell to take her down off of the cyclops’ body. The cyclops continued to snore as it slept while she was dragged from the cell to a corner of the cave dungeon that reeked. There she was finally allowed to relieve herself before they tossed buckets of cold water over her to both clean her off and wake her up. Sara hugged herself as she shivered while they put another chain on her collar. Where were they going next? What more were they going to do to her? All she wanted to do was get something to eat, drink some water, and go to sleep. Unfortunately, the orcs had other ideas as she was then led back up the spiral staircase. It wasn’t until she was halfway up that she noticed that she was in a coffle again with the two girls that had come down with her and a few of the elven slave girls.

When they reached the top, an orc was there waiting for them. “Ready to behave for your new masters, slave?” he asked Sara first as he attached her wrist cuffs to each other behind her back.

Sara managed a shaky nod as she just looked dejectedly to the floor. “Yes sir…” she said. “I’ll do anything you want, sir, just… please… sir… don’t make me go down there again.”

“Good. This one passes,” he said before going to the next girl in line and repeating the question. Once they’d all answered to his satisfaction, he took over Sara’s lead and started marching them out. They were led out into a courtyard within a stone castle. An orc slaver was there, cracking his whip over their heads to ensure that they kept moving. All Sara could do was keep one foot going in front of the others in an effort to keep walking. Soon there were steps under her feet as she was led up onto a stage. She was stopped at the end, with her lead chain being attached to an eye-hook at her feet. At least it was warm out here as the hot sun directly above them warmed her chilled body back up.

Her eyes then went out among the crowd that was starting to form in front of the stage for the auction. A varied conglomeration of humanoid creatures looked back as they seemed to inspect them from afar, wondering if they were worth buying. She saw orcs, lizardmen, minotaurs, pigmen, demons, werewolves, and other creatures that she had no idea who or what they were. A shiver ran down her spine as the realization sank in that she was soon going to be owned by one of them with no hope whatsoever of ever going home. Her heart sank with despair as an orc dressed like a merchant came up, shouted to the crowd that she was a human dancer from Earth named Sara, and started taking bids while gesturing to her, highlighting her… assets. It distressed her that they knew so much about her already, including her name, and she couldn’t help but wonder how long she’d been watched by them. How have they been watching her? Then she remembered something that the demon yesterday said about magic and mirrors. A hollow pit formed in her stomach. Mirrors. They’d watched her… and nabbed her… through their magic using the mirrors. Back home on Earth she’d be chalked up to a strange disappearance and left as a curiosity. She wanted to cry.

There were only a couple of creatures in the front bidding on her now and the price on her was going up fast. Finally, a tall, smartly dressed, broad shouldered, red man with a fiery mane of crimson hair and glowing yellow eyes emerged as her buyer. Sara gasped as she looked at him as his appearance reminded her of Ganon, before he turned demonic, off of those Legend of Zelda games. Her collar was detached from the coffle, and her lead detached from the stage, as she was then led off to the size. When she stood next to her new master, she couldn’t help but look up, and up, and up at him. At least, she figured, he wasn’t as big and grotesque as the cyclops was. “Hello, my new human pet,” he said with a big, evil looking smile that chilled her to the bone. “Let’s go home to play.”

Sara couldn’t help but whimper as she resigned herself to her fate and allowed herself to be pulled along in his wake even as the next bids for the two sisters at the same time started being called out behind her. She padded along in silence, hoping that after her new owner fucked her that she’d be able to get some sleep. After a few minutes of walking out of the keep they were in and into the town proper, Sara could see that there were slaves all around them, male and female both, and mainly elven. Her being human drew glances from all around and many of the male slavers congratulated her owner on obtaining her. Finally, they came to a large mansion on the outskirts of town that Sara would attribute to a man of wealth. Considering how much gold was forked over for her, she wasn’t too surprised by the opulent decor.

Her master led her inside, through the ornately decorated spacious house, all the way back to a grand master bedroom that looked to have every luxury in such a barbaric world available to it with silks hanging around the four poster bed that was much larger than a California King, fruits and vegetables on silver platters, wine in crystal decanters and silver jeweled goblets, and other comforts and treasures. “I’m sure that you are curious to who now owns you, correct?” he asked her. Sara looked up at him with fear in her eyes and nodded. “I am Geroman… a businessman here in the city… but you will always refer to me as ‘Master’. Do I make myself clear?” he asked as he systematically took off her manacles and collar.

“Yes, Master,” Sara said at once, absently rubbing her wrists.

He regarded her with curiosity. “You are afraid. Why?” he asked. When Sara hesitated, he jerked her to him and smacked her ass, making her cry out in pain and humiliation. “When I ask you a direct question; I expect an answer. And do not lie to me as I’ll be able to tell. Tell me the truth and always be honest with me. Now… why are you afraid?”

“I’m scared, Master,” Sara admitted with a quivering lip. “I’m away from my home… my family… and I am tired… and thirsty… and hungry. Please, Master, don’t hurt me. I’ll do whatever you want me to, just please don’t hurt me and please don’t send me back to the dungeons, Master.”

“See there?” Geroman said gently with a smile as he reached out and caressed her burning cheek with the back of his hand with surprising gentleness. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?” He dried her tears with a couple of upward swipes of his thumb.

“N-n-no… Master,” Sara stammered out as she let out a small sigh of relief.

“Good. Now, I have your slave’s clothes in the adjoining bathroom. I want you to go in there, clean yourself up and put them on. There is a decanter of wine in there by the tub. Take a drink if it will settle your nerves,” he said, pointing towards the nearby doorway. “But be quick about it and come back out ready to serve me in every manner of life. You’ll start by showing me that you can indeed dance. If you please me, and please whatever clients I bring here for entertainment, then you will never have to see the dungeons or the auction block ever again. Understand?”

“Yes, Master,” Sara nodded eagerly, going into the bathroom only when he gave her permission to go. She scurried in and quickly washed up using the tap that was in a shower like enclosure. At least they have indoor plumbing here… she noted as she scrubbed herself down with the soap she found. Then she found the wine right where he indicated and gulped a lot of it down. It did wonders to calm her. Then she found the flimsy, folded garments on a bench. Even Princess Leia as a Hutt Slave had more coverage than this thing. The bra piece had a gold collar that went down the front of her chest like scales. The lower band, to which the sheer, see through teal silk was attached to that made the cups of it, was also made of gold scales. Sara fit into it with room to spare within the silk cups that tickled the tips of her breasts and made her nipples stand on end. Next was the gold scaled belt that had the sheer teal silk as a see-through loincloth, both front and back, that barely touched the floor. Then there were two golden bracelets that were connected together by the same silk. Judging by the way they were laid out, these, she figured, went on her upper arms. It wasn’t too unlike a costume she once wore for a production. They fit snugly enough over her biceps. Then there were four more golden bracelets on their own that she put on her wrists. Now properly adorned according to her master’s wishes, Sara closed her eyes, took a deep, calming breath, steadied herself, took another drink of wine, and then headed out to dance for her master.

Sara strode back in as if she were walking out onto a stage to perform. In a way, she was doing just that. This huge estate, and her master’s bedroom, was her stage now. It made her smile just a bit as Geroman gasped at the sight of her and breathed that she was more beautiful than any elven slave he’d ever had. She twirled in place with a ballet pirouette and struck a sexy, sultry pose as she got ready to dance, with the silks billowing around her as she moved. Then Sara looked right at him where he was lounging on his bed, now totally naked and waiting for her. “Master, how may I serve you today?” she asked in a small, coy tone.

His cock rose to salute her sexiness.

“Screw the dance,” he muttered, quickly getting up off of the bed. He pointed down to the space he’d just vacated. “Lay on the bed and spread your legs for me, slave.”

“Yes, Master,” Sara said, complying with the order at once. His hands were on her immediately as he leaned over her, plucking her slave loincloth and slave bra off of her with surprising delicateness. Her golden scaled collar remained on her neck. She saw now that she now saw had a second collar that opened up and detached, which held the silk portion of the bra. Now she was naked again before her master as she spread her legs open for him. Geroman wasted no time in plunging his long, thick cock down into her. Sara gasped and mewed at the sudden invasion of her body. But then she moaned as her pussy accommodated his cock a whole lot easier than the demon or the cyclops. It was like he was the perfect fit for her now. Geroman grabbed her knees to hold them wide apart as he proceeded to drive into her with slow, hard, deep, methodical thrusts. Sara cried out with an “OH!” every time as the pure pleasure washed over her as he slammed his cock deep into her to ram against her cervix. She found herself bearing down on his cock as he fucked her, even as her face was twisted and contorted into a definite ‘O Face’.

She even found herself letting go to enjoy it as this was her life now, for better or for worse. Geroman was her master now and she wanted to please him, even if it was for nothing more than her own comfort and safety. They’d easily broken her into being a docile little slave and she figured that as far as owners went, she could do a lot worse than a wealthy businessman. He was surprisingly gentle with her and she already wanted to pay him back. That was why she started whispering “Fuck me, Master… fuck me.” to encourage him on.

He seemed to like this as he grunted with amusement. “Who are you, little one?” he rumbled as he fucked her.

“Ohhhh… I’m whoever you want me to be, Master,” Sara breathed as she took her hands off of the bed to rest on his hands that were holding her knees wide. “I’m your little slave who wants nothing more than to please you, Master.”

“Good answer,” he said with a smile as he drove into her hard and fast now. “Cum for me, little slave, cum for me.”

She did just that and screamed her pleasure and ecstasy so loud that she wanted them to hear her cry out her Master’s name back on Earth. Sara felt oddly at peace as her body hummed along with Geroman’s as her pussy fluttered around his throbbing cock that was now pumping her womb full of his cum. She didn’t know if she could get pregnant by him or not and she figured that she didn’t care. She’d proudly bear his children for him if it meant an eternity of mind-blowing orgasms with a lifetime of comfort.

Anything, she figured, was possible on this strange, new slave world.

THE END OF CHAPTER ONE