Tomorrow brings new sensations…

As you regain consciousness, you have no sense of how much time has passed.

However, the nagging, aching soreness in your throat bears unmistakable witness to recent events.

Forced deepthroat blowjob…

Three big cocks…

You wince at the memories and the distinct taste of cum lingering in your mouth.

That taste will linger for a long time… or perhaps even forever?!

That last thought depends on how your fate unfolds from here…

Will you be able to escape "Karedia’s hospitality"?

Will you return to the wretched, destitute existence of a homeless street thief?

Or will you manage to find something better after all?

For now, you lie on the wooden floor, your body trembling slightly.

Your hands cautiously and tentatively explore your body.

Your pretty face is smeared with dried fluids: cum, pre-cum, saliva…

Soft, warm, pleasing-to-the-touch tits…

A narrow, slender waist…

Wide, smooth hips…

A short, smooth, hairless, slender tail…

A cunt that grew clearly wet during yesterday’s events…

A tight little anal hole…

"Oh… It seems those bastards didn't abuse me beyond the limits set by the local mistress… Fuck… Why the hell am I even calling that half-orc bitch 'mistress' in my own thoughts?!" - your mind is clearly disoriented by the brutal oral rape you just endured.

o, the good news is that you didn't suffer any other injuries or pain - aside from the fact that three cocks caused your throat considerable agony by forcing past your gag reflex.

The bad news: you are still stark naked and locked in here.

You confirmed this last fact by getting onto all fours, approaching the door, and trying to open it quietly.

Unfortunately, there is only one door in the room, and no windows.

You sigh and touch your face; your lips seem a bit swollen and flushed from the rush of blood during the cocksucking.

You look around the room; it’s dark, but you manage to make out a few objects: a large wooden tub filled with water, a bucket, soap, and a towel.

These are the items you used to wash your body yesterday... shortly before you were "punished" for asking for clothes...

You slowly get to your feet, shivering slightly.

A few steps...

The wooden floor is slightly sticky in places...

It isn't hard to guess that the dried fluid is mostly semen.

Though there might also be dried "juices of lust" that dripped from your wet cunt...

Recalling your body's reaction to the recent rough oral rape, you flush with shame.

Your face is sticky, too, for that matter...

So, you walk over to the wooden tub of water and thoroughly wash your face.

It isn't exactly hygienic; the water is dirty from when you washed your whole body in it earlier. But right now, you aren't concerned with trifles: you just want to make sure your face doesn't look like that of a perverted whore-cocksucker who loves dirty fellatio and wants cum soaking into her skin.

You quickly wash your face.

Now you’re thinking of ways to escape the house...

But before you can come up with a plan, loud footsteps ring out outside the door!

Terrified, you huddle in the corner of the room, pressing your back against the wooden wall.

The door creaks open with a nasty sound...

You see one of the mercenaries who recently forced you to suck his cock.

It’s a human male...

He looks you over with contempt, tosses a small pouch onto the floor, and kicks it toward you.

"Stupid horned bitch... how could you sleep so long?! It's already morning..." - he mutters irritably before closing the door again.

The grating sound of a metal key...

You are locked in once more...

"So, it's morning... I really was unconscious for a long time after what happened yesterday..." - you think.

You crouch down and feel the small pouch.

There is something inside...

Your fingers explore the contents - it's food!

Dried dates, nuts, hardtack...

You ravenously devour the food, finishing it all quickly.

It is no surprise: hunger has been your "constant companion" since early childhood, so you seize every chance to satisfy your need for food.

Your stomach’s rumbling confirms that the meal was very welcome...

Footsteps...

You hear the sound of footsteps again!

Soon, Karedia enters the room, her fine dark-green dress rustling.

You look at her in fear as she approaches and begins to feel your body without ceremony.

"Good boobs... Not big, but a lot of guys like that..." - her strong fingers pinch your nipples, making you squeal pitifully.

Your nakedness doesn't faze this female half-orc in the slightest.

Her hands stroke you, squeeze your flesh, and probe your most intimate areas...

It is exactly the way livestock is inspected at the market...

"Did Garet give you something to drink?" - she asks unexpectedly.

"No, Mistress... He only brought me some food..." - you stammer.

Karedia rolls her eyes in annoyance and takes a small flask from her belt.

She uncorks it and holds it out to you.

A pleasant aroma of herbs...

You take the flask and begin to drink.

Surprisingly, the liquid tastes delicious!

After quickly downing it, you hand the flask back to Karedia.

"Thank you, Mistress... I..." - you manage to say before a sudden, powerful wave of weakness completely overwhelms your body.

Karedia smirks with satisfaction and catches your limp body just as it’s about to collapse onto the wooden floor.

"Hey, you three boneheads! Get over here! We need to take this tiefling slut somewhere..." - Karedia calls out to the three mercenaries.

They soon arrive in the small room.

Two male half-orcs and one human male.

"Is the horned bitch unconscious again?" - asks one of the half-orcs in a deep, gravelly voice (I think his name is Grutz; his huge cock gave your throat the most trouble...).

"No... She's fully aware of what's happening... That drink just won't let her move for a couple of hours... It took me a long time to find a client... Only recently was I told who was willing to pay to have some fun with this horned slut... Our job is to deliver the bitch and collect the money! Get moving, you lazy bastards!" - Karedia replies.

You hear it all...

But you can't utter a single word...

Your tongue is numb.

Your body is paralyzed. The three mercenaries simply hoist your body up like a sack of rice.

They carry you out of the room.

Then, they take you outside.

Passersby couldn't care less; they merely smile and hurl insults at you as they watch your naked body being tossed into a large palanquin, hauled by a dozen strong slave-bearers.

Karedia and the three mercenaries climb into the palanquin as well.

The palanquin moves toward a wealthy district of the city - a place you could never have set foot in before.

All the while, you lie sprawled on the carpets and cushions like inanimate cargo, listening to the conversation of those who intend to profit from your body.

It seems someone wealthy is interested in some amusement with a tiefling girl...

An hour into the journey, you realize the truth of the situation when the palanquin comes to a halt and the strong, muscular arms of two slaves haul your limp body up the steps of a majestic palace-ziggurat.

Soon, you are inside...

A long trek follows through winding corridors and rooms adorned with exquisite luxury - opulence unlike anything an ordinary inhabitant of the city of Bokra would ever see.

Finally, your body is tossed onto a massive, silk-draped canopy bed.

You lie amidst the pillows for some twenty minutes.

Gradually, sensation begins to return to your limbs.

You are still very weak, but at least you can move your tongue now.

"What... What is happening? Where am I?" - you ask in a low voice, gazing at the two tall, muscular slaves who had dragged you into this vast room and now stand guard by the only door.

Two male human slaves...

They wear nothing but loincloths...

Broad, powerfully muscled chests...

Well-developed biceps...

Neither of them answers you.

Their gazes seem fixed on something far away...

Another minute of waiting...

At last, the person for whom you were brought here arrives...

The great double doors swing open!

The slaves drop to their knees...

A new procession of some twenty slaves enters - they are carrying a chair (or a throne?) upon which sits a very... massive figure.

A fat... very fat human male.

An enormous abdomen, distended from gluttony.

A double chin.

Large, sagging jowls. This individual is clearly obese...

Yet, beyond that, the imperious gaze of his small, black eyes is unmistakable.

His body is draped in an incredibly expensive silk robe.

An abundance of glittering, precious jewelry is also visible - rings on his fingers, necklaces, earrings...

Slaves carefully set this "chair" down on the floor at the far end of the vast room.

The fat man wipes the sweat from his bald head and stares in your direction with a vile, twisted sort of interest.

He may be far away, yet you still sense a threat...

Gradually, the ability to move returns to you...

Your weakened hands nervously feel over your smooth, naked body.

Your large, bright orange eyes dart from one corner of the room to the other.

The fat man notices your confusion and begins to chuckle nastily, smacking his lips.

"What?! What do you want from me?" - you try to shout, but your voice has not yet regained its full strength—only a pitiful whisper escapes.

The fat man grows increasingly aroused as he watches you; it is as if your mounting fear gives him a perverse thrill.

"Let begin!" - he declares, and you notice a drop of saliva trickling from his greasy lips.

Seated in his chair, he makes a series of gestures with the fingers of his left hand.

Streams of magical energy swirl into a sort of vortex...

A mounting pressure fills the room, seemingly straining the physical senses of everyone present - save for the caster himself. Beside the large bed you are on, a sudden flash of light erupts and expands like a gateway.

You cover your eyes with your palms in fear.

And when you dare to look up again...

You see someone massive emerging from a flash of magical light...

Over two meters tall...

A male body with huge muscles...

Instead of a human head - a bull's head with large horns!

And between the creature's legs, a simply gigantic cock with huge balls swings from side to side!

"Heh... heh... heh... Horned bitch... Horned freak... Minotaur with a huge cock... The perfect combination... Fuck her, you dirty animal! Wreck her lewd holes!" - the fatso watches the scene with twisted lust and casts another spell.

Strands of violet-purple magical energy shoot toward the minotaur's head.

His gaze clouds over with a purple haze, and he takes a step toward you.

"No! No! No! I'll do whatever you want! Just not this, please!" - you scream hysterically.

Alas, your weakened body has only enough strength to crawl a little way across the bed.

The minotaur's hooves tread upon the silk bedding.

The minotaur's massive body looms over you...

His powerful, grotesquely muscular arms grab your body, squeezing your buttocks and lifting you up.

With horror, you see the giant "bull" dick begin to harden and grow even larger.

The next second, with an inexorably powerful movement, the monster simply impales your cunt onto the thick head of his unnaturally huge cock. At that moment, your voice regained its former strength...

You scream at the top of your lungs.

The slaves standing in the room remain indifferent.

Meanwhile, the disgusting fatso-pervert sitting in the armchair stares greedily at the brutal penetration of your poor little pussy, savoring every second of it.