Big Bad Greenskins

Wandering through an S-tier ruins as a B-tier warrior when accompanied by a party of S-tier adventurers is dangerous.

Wandering through an S-tier ruins as a B-tier warrior all alone is extremely inadvisable.

Wandering through an S-tier ruins all alone, with no equipment, after being forcibly class-changed into a D-tier Slut Tank, and so losing most of your abilities and stat boosts... Is all but doomed.

Almost inevitably, Hyacinthe doesn't just happily stumble upon the exit to the ruins. Instead, she stumbles into another encounter, with more greenskins.

The good news is that there's only two of them.

The bad news is that these aren't just little dumb goblins - these are big dumb orcs.

The battle is swift. Well, no, it would be incorrect to even call what happens a battle. Two giant green men calmly picking up a small naked woman and impaling her two lower holes on their inhumanly large cocks is not a battle. It's just... An instant defeat.

"No wait, stop! No, no my ass too! Aiieeeee!"

Orc's don't listen to humans at the best of times, and they have absolutely zero interest in listening to the naked walking set of fuckholes they've stumbled upon right now.

As Hyacinthe is **** to squeal like a pig as she is brought to shameful climax after shameful climax by these two giant green dongs, corruption slowly starts to set in, as it always does in this world. From now on, she'll find herself gradually growing more and more aroused whenever she's in a combat against orcs, as memories of this brutal double penetration are **** to resurface.

...That is, if she is ever in combat ever again. At the moment, that would be a luxury. Hyacinthe just prays that after these beasts are finished using her, they'll discard her on the ground rather than taking her deeper into the ruins with them.

Unfortunately, she rolled an 8 on her encounter check. Having failed the difficulty check by 12, she discovers that the orcs have no intentions of leaving their newest find to run free. That's just not how things work around here, when they find a set of holes as tight and pleasurable as these.

Rather, Hyacinthe finds herself the wearer of three new pieces of 'equipment'.

The Rope Harness of Servitude reduces all of her combat stats to 1 while worn.
The Bit Gag of Submission blocks speech, and prevents the use of magic abilities (not that she had any anyway).
The Mark of Ownership doubles the size of her breasts.

Because she is wearing 3 items from the '**** class' family. Her collar's ability is overridden, and her class is forcibly changed to ****.

Her fate all but sealed, she is carried away deeper into the ruins.