By: Alex Clayton / Diesel Jester
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Author's notes: This story, and subsequent ones with this title, is based on a drawing concept series and character art done by RoxyRex. Characters and scenarios within this series are done with the permission of the artist.
When I originally wrote this, I was going through a bit of a rough patch and needed to get my mind off of things. I needed stories to write and finish quickly to have a sense of accomplishment. I was looking at a lot of pics online and had found the ones done by RoxyRex. This is why stories in this series are not going to be my usual ten-chapter installment format. They're just quick, down and dirty stories intended to stand alone from each other.
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SARA:
Sara had just finished changing her clothes for her workout and dance class. Put away in her locker at the gym was her normal street clothes and all she wore now was a pink, one-piece leotard that could easily pass as a swimming suit, leg warmers, and her workout shoes. She ruffled her fingers up through her short cropped blonde hair and decided against a headband for today. Having recently gotten it cut to its extreme shortness, she had no need to keep it out of her face now. Even still, she couldn't help but stopping at one of the floor-to-ceiling mirrors on the way out of the locker room to check herself out. She stretched her arms up above her head and checked herself out from head-to-toe. At the ripe age of 25, she was fit, slim, hourglass figure, and had curves in all the right places.
Then why is it so hard for me to keep a boyfriend?
she sighed as she turned her body to look over her shoulder to view her backside.
Is my butt too big? Am I just not doing the right thing to please a man?
The mirror seemed to shimmer, in her vision and her head started to swim. For some odd reason it became hard to think. Sara blinked as she started to swoon.
What the hell?
she wondered.
What's going on...
it was becoming harder to think.
What was I doing, again?
It was enough for her to just stand up and she never noticed the two pairs of large, green hands come out of the bright glowing mirror to nab her and drag her back into it. It was so bright that she couldn't see anything, but she felt like she was wrapped up in a warm blanket. It made her sleepy and she stretched and yawned, unable to process the passing of time. Then she laid down, stretched, and yawned again.
Meh... whatever... I'm too tired to do anything now. Besides, this is nice...
she thought.
A nice, warm day. The sun feels good on my naked body...
That's when her brain processed that something was wrong, and she snapped awake. "Wait... Naked body?" she exclaimed out loud. She shot to her feet only to be yanked back down to her knees. Sara looked down in a panic. Gone was her workout clothes. What she did have on was a metal collar with a thick metal chain dangling down between her ample breasts. The other end of the chain was attacked to an eyehook embedded in the ground. Now hyperventilating out of sheer terror, Sara looked around as she gripped the chain and yanked in a futile effort to get free. She was in the middle of a circle of some sorts in a dungeon, and she was trapped by the chain keeping her on her knees. "What the hell is going on? Where am I?"
In front of her, just outside the circle, were two huge, muscular, brutish looking, green men and one tall, huge red demon looking thing that towered above them. They were talking amongst each other in amusement. The demon was pointing her out to the other. "Lucky for us the portal finds it easier to connect to mirrors in other worlds... and what a prize we've reaped today, eh? It's getting much easier to take women from Earth now."
"Yes..." one of the two green men agreed. "Shall we begin inspecting our prize then?"
The two green brutes advanced on her and Sara's eyes went wide when she noticed that they were carrying manacles in their hands. "NO!" she shouted at them, recoiling at their ugliness as she shrank back as far as the chain would let her. She desperately pulled on it to try and escape, but it would not budge. "STAY BACK!" But they didn't listen to her. Now that they got closer, she noticed that they looked like orcs out of those fantasy games that many of her boyfriends in the past tried to get her to play. The orcs easily grabbed her and slapped the manacles on her wrists and ankles amid her squirming and protests. Then they took the chain off of her collar, dragged her out of the portal circle, and over to a nearby wall where they chained her wrist manacles to an eyehook in the wall high above her head, dangling her a foot off of the ground. "No! Please! Don't do this to me!" she said as their hands then started roving up and down her body, feeling her up, molesting her. "Please! Let me down! You have no right!"
That seemed to amuse her captors even more. The demon walked up to her, reached down to feel her up between her legs, making her suck in a breath as a wave of unwanted pleasure washed over her. "No right?" he asked with a chuckle. "My magic has taken you worlds away from your Earth, stripped of everything you own, your sex spread open for anyone to take. It looks like I can do anything I want to you," he laughed. Then he sank his large finger up into her pussy, making Sara cry out in shame and humiliation at being fingered by this monster. She jerked and wiggled as much as she could to try and dislodge him from her most intimate spot, but it was to no avail. With his digit plunging in and out of her, she soon gave up and settled for averting her face from him while she cried, all the while trying to ignore the pleasure her body was feeling as it was forced upon her.
"How should we break this one in before we send her down to the dungeons?" one of the orcs was asking.
"This is the last summoning I have to do today, so I think that I'll just take this little one right now," the demon mused, withdrawing his finger from Sara's now wet, dripping pussy. "Put her on the X cross." The orcs hastened to obey the demon as they took her off of the wall and dragged her across the room where another implement of bondage was waiting for her. Sara didn't have it in her to fight anymore. It was no use. If what these... these things... said was true, then there was no hope for escape for her. Her arms ached already from hanging by her wrists and she couldn't possibly overpower them. Sara was shackled spread eagled to the cross before it was then reclined back at a 45-degree angle. At least she wasn't hanging by her arms anymore. The huge, red, horned demon stepped forward to her and pulled back his crimson loincloth, the only thing that he wore outside of some leather shoulder guards held on his body by thick leather straps that probably doubled as his armor.