So, for me it wasn't a wardrobe. It was literally walking through the door into my office. One moment I'm in a drab building with grey walls. The next I'm standing on grass next to a babbling brook.
I have never been prone to blackouts, and anyway the time on my phone was what I would have expected. I wasn't getting any signal though. Not even GPS. All there was, was the chirping of birds and the buzzing of insects.
I started walking. I've read enough fantasy novels to know when I have been pulled into an alternate world. I'm probably the chosen one or some tripe. I'm likely to run across a wizened old man any moment.
Either way I will die out in the wilderness. I have no survival skills. Hell I've only been camping a couple times in my whole life.
I walk for hours. Skirting a large woods, and getting hungrier as the day wears on. It is definitely some beautiful country. I just didn't belong in it.
I notice a trail about the same time three rough customers notice me. Not men, their skin is a dark green, and helmets sit atop their misshapen heads. Dressed in worn leathers and bits of armor. They each carry a bloody weapon.
Orcs I would guess. They look like they have had a bad day. Bruised and bleeding the trio advance on me.
"It, looks like we found a human." Says one.
"Looks like we found lunch." Says another.
Figuring I was about to die, I find myself taking off my belt. As the orcs get close I lays out with the buckle. Snapping it at one bandits eyes, causing him to stumble back. Then wrapping it around the wrist of another. Yanking his arm in close.
I grapple with his hand holding his sword. Letting go of the belt, my other hand draws one of the daggers he has strapped to his chest. Before he even realizes it I have run the small blade under his chin, into his skull. He slumps to the ground with a gurgle as I pull away his sword.
Just in time to parry a blow from the third orc. Pushing forward I let go of the dagger. It was stuck anyway. A few quick slashes has the monster retreating.
I duck aside as the orc behind me thrusts, bumping and forcing him to run his friend through with his sword. Then with a chop I nearly sever his arm.
As he screams in pain I slice his neck open. Turning, I stamp the orcs with a sword in his chest. Just to be sure.
Panting I look around in surprise.
Maybe I am the chosen one. I've never so much as taken a martial arts class in my life.
I search the dead orcs and take anything that looks useful. Greedily chugging down most of a waterskin.
Then I head off down the road.
Really more like a path. I doubt a cart or carriage could pass down it. No doubt that's the height of transportation in this world.
Perhaps an hour down the trail I saw grey smoke over the trees. But as I got closer I began to hear screams. A lot like the sounds the orcs made when I fought them.
Peaking through some bushes I saw what must have been a pitched battle, but now was an impromptu camp. A couple big tents and half a dozen giant... I guess ogres. Ugly with caricature features for faces. They were eight or nine feet tall.
This must have been where the orcs had come from. There was a small stack of orc bodies. It looked like the ogres were cooking them up. Including those left alive. Which weren't many. One poor soul was still trying to scream, though the flames had seared his lungs.
There was also an orc tied to a sapling. Not far from where I stood.
This one was different though. A female. Naked. She was curvy in all the right places. A nice round ass, and big breasts. I'd guess E-cups. Her face was attractive for an orc. Not misshapen like the males. Almost human, but with little budding tusks sticking out from her bottom jaw. Her skin was a light green and she had long silver hair in a thick braid to the small of her back.
A soft tuft of silver pubic hair definitely did things for me in the trouser area.
I snuck through the trees and came up behind her. Pretty sure I couldn't be seen from there.
"Psst. If I cut you down can you help me get to somewhere safe?" I whisper.
Whether she is surprised to hear a friendly voice or not she does nothing to give away that I'm there.
"Yes, but you must do it soon. Else I go in the fire." Her voice is gruff. Even as a whisper, but not unpleasant.
Quickly and quietly I slice through the rope binding her.
"I will not leave without my axe." She tells me.
"Are you kidding?"
"No." She motions over near one of the tents. It looks like a pile of gear had been haphazardly dropped. Possibly we could sneak over without detection.
We nearly did too. Unfortunately one of the ogres chose that moment to exit the tent.
With a 'RRAGH!' he swings his club at me. Mashing the ground as I roll away. We trade swings for a moment. I get in a couple good cuts, but he barely seems to notice.
Then his arm carrying the club flies off in a spray of blood.
The orc girl had recovered her axe. A big nasty looking weapon. She wielded it two handed.
"Lets go." She tells me. Running for the woods. I follow. Already hearing the bellows of rage as the ogres realize they have lost one of their prisoners.
We are pursued into the woods, but we are faster. Plus we can easily get through spots that the big fat ogres can't. Soon we leave the monsters behind.
Slowing down the nude orc says, "We must keep moving. If they decide to follow they could catch up surprisingly quick." I just nod, a little out of breath.
"My name is Karagoth of the Broken Wing clan. We are followers of the old ways, and I am in your debt." She says, setting a brisk walk.
"I'm Nicholas, but you can call me Nick." I tell her.
"And you can call me Kara." She says.
We don't talk much the rest of the day. She leads us through the woods and I huff along behind her. Spending my time staring at her sweet green ass. Just before dusk she stops and looks around. "We will make camp here." She tells me. When I look at her kind of blankly she asks, "Do you not know how to set up a camp?"
"Uh, not really. This gear isn't mine. It's sort of stolen." I admit. So I tell her about the orcs who jumped me.
"I thought your sword looked familiar. Those were some of our hunting band. Cowards who fled when things turned against us." She spits on the ground in disgust. "Very well I will teach you what to do."
So she starts to show me how to properly set up a camp. "How is it that you fight so well, but have no survival skills?" So I tell her the story of how I came to her world.
"Sounds like sorcery. Mages are not to be trusted." She tells me.
As we sit and eat a rodent she had caught, Kara looks at me intently. "You do understand that I am your Daruun."
"My...wilderness...guide?" I ask confused.
"It means debt slave. I owe you my life. You saved me and my family axe at great peril to you."
"Well, um, my people don't believe in slavery." I tell her.
"That is of no matter. It sounds like we are far from your people." She says matter of factly.
"Well, I guess you're right. So what does a Daruun do?" I ask.
"Whatever her master wishes. I will serve you as your bodyguard and companion for five years. Then my debt will have been paid." She explains.
"Ah, ok. Well I'm sure I can use the help. I don't know anything about your world. Like do you normally wear clothes?" Not quite sure how to broach that subject. "Am I expected to provide for you, because I basically have nothing."
"Of course I normally wear clothes. But we didn't have time to get the rest of my gear, and you seemed to enjoy staring at my body." I blush at the totally true accusation. "It is good. I am glad my body pleases you. It is my duty to make you happy." She walks over to me and sits on my lap, straddling my legs. Her big tits practically in my face as she continues, "I was not schooled in the ways of sexual pleasure, but I am not inexperienced. Though I have never mated with a human before."
My cock is throbbing as it gets harder. She licks the side of my face. I reach around, grabbing her ass to steady her. Her green skin feels like soft supple leather. Tough but yielding. It's nice.
Am I really going to do this? Cheat on my wife so soon? Actually the thought of my wife makes me more horny. She was a freak in the bed, and would regret that she wasn't here to play with the orc maiden as well.
Kara reaches into my pants. Her orc fingers wrapping around my dick and lightly tugging. I moan as she nibbles my neck. Her small tusks scraping my skin.
Then she gets up. Moving over to the bedroll she lies on her back and motions me over with a naughty grin. "C'mon human. Lets see what you got."
So I frantically disrobe and lie down on top of her. We both moan as I slowly enter her. Then picking up the pace I squeeze and suck her big breasts.
As we fuck I find that she isn't really into kissing, but she sure likes to lick.
I flip her over and lift her hips. Ass in the air, I plunge into Kara from behind. She lets out a low growl of pleasure. I slap her ass a few times. And her body shudders to climax as I pull her long white hair.
"Ooh! Yes! Yes, human!" She shouts as she cums.
I can feel my own orgasm building. Soon I fill her with my jizz, the two of us collapsing together on the blanket.
Basking in the after sex glow, she says, "Mmm, not bad human."
"Not bad yourself, orc." I return with a smile.
In the morning Kara asks permission to put on clothing.
"Well, I...of course." I tell her.
So she takes the sacks I had stolen, and dumps their contents into the backpack. Then cutting them up she fashions a simple bra and a loincloth.
"How do I look?" She asks when finished.
"You look hot." I tell her.
She gives me a puzzled look. "No, I assure you this is quite cool."
"No, um. Hot means sexy, attractive. You look good." She smiles at the compliment. "This should keep my tits from flying all about if I must fight." She adjusts her straps, giving her tits a nice jiggle.
"Do you want me to take care of that for you?" She asks, nodding at my obvious hard-on.
"Um...yes?" I say. Still not comfortable with the thought that she is my slave.
