Hell on Earth (Alternate)

Your mind is filled with abstract shapes and shifting colors, and endless sea of wonder. As you gaze out at it, you hear a noise growing louder and louder. At first it is a low murmur, but as it increases in volume it increases in clarity. You can hear voices, but can't make out words. You hear other noises too, as they slowly resolve into wet smacking, slapping and sucking noises. The voices become high pitched moans and deeper expletives. Suddenly, the sounds breaks through entirely, and it fills your mind clearly.

You blink rapidly as you wake up, wracked with pain from a splitting headache. As the world swims into focus, you take in the sights in front of you. Far from your beautiful, abstract dream, this was a filthy, earthly reality. You were in some sort of structure, and it was finally warm. As far as you can see ahead of you and to either side there are devices that resembles stocks or sawhorses; there are many variations, but they share similar themes. Locked inside or secured to these devices are a sea of elven "men", and around them a horde of bestial monsters, violating all their orifices. The smell of sex and bodily fluids permeates the humid air, as the cacophony of fucking merges into a sort of low drone.

You feel a soreness in your wrists, and try to move, only to find your upper body almost entirely immobilized. You are firmly secured within a set of stocks, at both wrists and your neck. Behind the wood, your body juts out, kneeling with your ass pointed into the air. Your back hurts. You realize your stomach is no longer full of fluid, but your body is sore all over. Your ass still burns, and you can feel it spasm periodically. Your breasts are very sore and tender, and feel almost swollen. You can't see them, but they feel different than before.

Among the debauchery around you, you see occasional mages, shamans, priests or some other sort of figures walking along the rows of elves, grabbing them by their delicate faces and plush posteriors, and forcing some sort of concoction into them. Before long, two of the figures reach you, one on either end. The one in front of you looks down, leering.

"Time for your medicine 'princess'," he sneers, "Open wide!"

He grabs your jaw with a strong hand, squeezing and pulling it open, before pouring a foul tasting liquid down your throat. It burns your mouth and throat, and the scent overwhelms your nostrils. Moments later, you feel another hand grope your big ass, then something cold and hard pops past your anal sphincter. You feel fluid pour inside you and your ass begins to burn even more. You can practically feel it extruding mucus from your intestinal walls as the liquid flows up into your guts.

"Let's check on your little tummy now too, hey?" says a voice behind you, as you feel a hand caress your tight elven stomach. The hand stops, in place, and you hear a few orcish words chanted. A moment later, the hand withdraws.

"This one's a true breeder, looks like Golar shot true," says the voice, "You're going to be part of the miracle of life soon, rejoice. Perhaps in time it might come close to making up for your crimes against life."

The figures move on after administering to you, and you continue to kneel against your will. Time passes, but you cannot tell how much. You see the elves around you cry out in pain and pleasure, moaning, sobbing, screaming, and orgasming on their captors giant cocks.

After lying there for who knows how long, you hear a commotion from one end of the structure. Before long, you see the orc that conquered you on the great stage walk into view, flanked by a group of soldiers and a few magicians. He walks slowly toward you, inspecting the carnal display around him.

When the group reaches you, it stops, and the lead orc approaches you. He, leans down to look into your eyes, grinning.

"Hello my little bitch, " he says, "Having a good day?"

You stay silent.

"I suppose I will explain something to you, though you do not deserve even that much," he says.

"I am Golar. I am one of my people's leader, by their consent. We own you. We own each and every one of you. The sooner you understand this, the better. You do not yet have to understand the depth of your crimes and hubris, nor the nature of your punishment, but your life will be better if you accept your position in life. You are bitches. You are worthless **** whores fit only for our pleasure, and if you are lucky you will be vessels for our new life. We have conquered you and shown you your natural place beneath us. Most of you have all but submitted to us, we simply recommend you take that last fateful step."

"So, do you submit?"

You look down at the stone floor in complete humiliation and the intrusive thoughts began to fill your head again "look at him, that's a man, your not, your a woman. You're a pathetic whore." and for the first time, you listen and let the thoughts take over stupid whore brain. Everything starts to make sense, you couldn't please your wife because you don't have a dick, you have clit that is good for nothing but dribbling out useless seed.

You look up at Golar and say "I..I submit."