Probably. Sounds like an ending.

Content Warning: ****, ****, Slavery

I wake up to a world of pain and darkness. My neck, my hips, my knees, my shoulders and my elbows all feel like they’re on fire. I look to my sides and realize I’m in total darkness, unable to see anything. I can’t move my arms or legs. I’m unsure how I’m restrained, but there is pain, and there is no movement.

“Hello? Help me!” I shout. Unsure who can hear me in the darkness.

A sharp pain from a thin piece of wood, like a staff, or a cane, erupts on my cheek, causing an additional burst of pain from my neck.

“Silence, fool!” An aged gruff female voice commands. “Look around you… Nobody is coming…”

My eyes flit from side to side, “I can’t see anything in the dark here…”

“Hmmm… no vision… now the yelling makes sense.” I can hear shuffling as the old woman moves beside me. “Tell me, does this hurt?”

I feel the coarse gnarled wood touch my neck, and then an explosion of pain erupted so intensely that I think I scream, but the sensation of being struck by lightning persists for what feels like an eternity.

“Oh… your neck is still broken… I’ll have to set it before it’s mended.” I can hear the woman cackle under her breath. There is a rustle of fabric, and a nauseating rotten smell fills my nostrils. “Put this is your mouth and bite down if you need to. If you do a good job I’ll give you a little treat…”

Her words sounded sinister. “What are yo-!!!”

Before I can ask, my mouth is filled by a warm spongey mass, my tongue probes and can detect a soft, leathery texture, paired with a salty and sour taste that makes me dry heave around the mass. As I gasp for air, I can smell the horrible odor as if it was emitting from directly in front of my face.

I retch, but the mass remains uncomfortably lodged in my mouth, jabbing at my throat. I feel her bony, wrinkly fingers positioned against my jawline as she says, “Bite down now…”

I feel the pressure on my jaw as she pulls my head forward, and the pain erupts. I bite down hard on the mass, my teeth pushing hard against its surface, but not breaking the surface.

“Yes, girl… just like that…” The old woman’s voice sounds like she is shuddering and convulsing. I feel her moving my head around in excruciatingly agonizing circles. I bite down over and over on the rancid mass in my mouth.

Then I feel it: a thick, slimy, bitter ichor emitting from the mass in my mouth. My mouth tingles where the disgusting goo touches. I **** on the slime, but it keeps coming. I cough and bite as I feel the fluid leak into my windpipe. A new painful burning sensation begins as I ****. The tingling is painful and separate from the sting of just ****. As the pain continues, I bite down on the mass, coughing and drooling until I pass out from pain and suffocation.

In my **** state, I have a surprisingly vivid dream that I am hovering at the top of a room in an orcish hut. Around me are very unsanitary looking tables and altars, and along the walls are shelves of strange vials and containers filled with things I don’t recognize.

From my position above, I see an elderly looking she-orc. Her thin features look frail by comparison to a younger, muscular orc, but I get the feeling she is no pushover. She stands with her back to me, and she stands over… something…

She moves her arms in front of her, and a horrible sound of grinding bone emanates from in front of her.

“He he… you got quiet. Humans are so weak…” The old she-orc steps backwards and to my horror, the thing she was standing over… is ME!

I watch in horror as she extricates a 10 inch wrinkly green orc cock from my mouth… her cock, she has a dick! And it was in my mouth! As the cock pulls free and she steps away, I can see that I am locked in a stockade on one wall of the hut. As the old penis slides free, my head slumps, and my jaw hangs slack as a stream of white slime runs out of my mouth and down my chin, making a puddle on the floor.

The she-orc hefts the thick green cock and slaps my cheek hard with it. “You’re supposed to drink it, fool…” She watches my body as I give no response or reaction to her verbal or physical ****.

“Wait a second, did you…” The old orc turns and looks up at the ceiling, at where I’m observing this dream, and she is aware of my presence. Her appearance reflects a mix of amusement and disappointment.

“Humans are so weak…” she shakes her head, speaking to me on the ceiling, ignoring the version of me in the stockade. “But fear not, stupid one, **** is not welcome in my house, and you don’t get out of your punishment that easily.”

The she-orc raises her gnarled staff towards me, and I feel a tugging against my form. She has grasped me with some magical tendril, and with a heavy grunt, she swings her staff around hard, striking my **** body in the face.

For an instant, there is darkness, and a sharp pain in my cheek, right where I had just watched the old orc swing her staff in to. My eyes fly open and I flinch, finding myself unable to move, as I am locked in a stockade.

“Welcome back.” The old orc says. “You were naughty and stupid. And unlike the other girls, you didn’t die immediately, so now I get to punish you for all three of you little troublemakers!”

My whole body is sore and exhausted, but I feel surprisingly… healthy? The burning sting in my lungs is gone, and my knees don’t hurt like they’re bruised anymore.

“They’re… dead?” I ask, shocked.

The orc looks annoyed, “Look around you, fool. Do you see anyone else here getting punished?”

I look around as much as I can twist in the stockade. My neck feels stiff, but the exploding pain is gone. “No?”

“When you take a sling bolt to the temple, the spirit departs long before they can haul you to my hut…” She looks amused, “but you were just broken… not dead. You I get to play with.”

I have a chill run down my freshly mended spine. This may be what they talk about when they say there are fates worse than ****…

“But for now, I’m backed up, and your body needs more toughening up.” She pulls her robes open and exposes her long, semi-hard, Futanari She-Orc cock. This is definitely the source of the smell and flavor from before. She points the cock at my mouth. “You can suck it willingly, or I can fuck it down your throat. Either way, Mama Zornma is gonna fill your belly with Nut Milk until my balls are empty.”