Whore in Another World
"Wake up slave!" I hear first before I feel a sting on the side of my face. I struggle to look up and see a fat man in a tailored suit and fancy hat holding a whip his skin covered in an intricate pattern like a
chameleon shifting colors as the pattern seems to shift around his entire body.
I see I'm in a small cage surrounded by bars the room is filthy with stains and nose stinging odors making me almost wretch. Another lash lands against my body.
"You dare look at me worthless scum? I wasted good money for you because of your status but you're completely useless. You can't serve and none of the customers want to try such a disgusting unsightly slave what a pointless job, Whore God. You're going to be cut for parts if anything is useful enough off your wretched body it won't be a complete loss. We're having a auction today if no one still buys, you will be dismembered." He spits on my face, smiles and laughs maniacally at my demise. He leaves my cage and locks it. I hear his steps splash away against the disgusting floor
I struggle to sit up and manage to drag myself off the dirty floor to lean against the only wall of my cage. My body aches everywhere. I see myself covered in filth and festering wounds but the pain feels familiar. I try to organize my thoughts as memories of a life not my own begin to fill my mind. I'm not originally from here. I'm Henry from Earth. I wasted my life playing games and running from my problems and my potential. I was too sensitive to people so I shut myself away from the world and gave up on myself. I remember being in my room surrounded by trash and feeling too tired to get up and eat or even play my precious games. I rested my body on my filthy bed and felt myself slip into the most peaceful rest that lasted only a moment until the Slave Master awoke me.
I think of this world I'm in now, Aria. A world many fantasy nerds and dorks like myself dreamed of full of kings and queens, dragons and magic, knights and even gods but also different evils not unlike like on earth with slaves and castes, pollution and overconsumption, perpetual wars and a stagnation. Here people are born with a status windows accessible at birth but most can't access it as nobles can with observation abilities. For some reason though I can see mine floating before me a screen like a high tech hologram in my eyes.
Name: Henry(Henry)
Race: Hyumahn(Human)
Age:16(32)
Job: Whore God(Loser)
Level: 1(-)
Status: Dying(Dead)
Skills: Observation(Parallel Processing, Healing Heart, Flawless Fighter, Beautiful Body, Genuine Genius, Singing Soul, Captivating Charm, Heartbroken Heathen, Filthy Fantasies, Seductive Slut)
Statistics: Health: 2/10(shit)
Mana:10/10(infinite)
Stamina:2/10(garbage)
Strength: 1/10(weak)
Agility: 0/10(slow)
Dexterity: 2/10(clumsy)
Intelligence: 6/10(stupid)
Wisdom: 3/10(none)
Magic:10/10(infinite)
Blessings: World Language, Slave(Universally loved)
Curses: Slave(Self Hatred)
Available skill points: 10(infinite)
"Hahahahaha..." I let out a painfully dry laugh that becomes a painful cough and sigh. My throat burns slightly from the lack of food and water. My status window is a mess I might not even make it to the auction tonight. This window seems aware of my past life the parenthesis seems to be roasting the absolute shit out of me
The 32 and dead in the parenthesis seems to reference my death at 32 years of age on Earth. My skills...my skills. I feel two big solitary salty tears flow out of my eyes and down my face it mixes with the Slave Master's spit and pools to the corners of my mouth. I lick the salty essence it is the only moisture I've had today. I slowly bring my hand to my face and scoop the rest of the Slave Master's spit to my mouth even sucking my filthy fingers for even a little more. I always wanted someone to do this but I held on to the delusion it would be someone I could love and trust my body to. Now I'm here in another world it's finally happening and I can't even enjoy it or so I think.
Unexpectedly my little member stands straight and tall against the rags on my body. I'm surprised and shocked I can even have an erection with how close I feel to actually dying. I stay there looking at the small mound for a moment. I mean I'm already as good as dead again. Why not go off with a bang this time.
I slowly reach toward it my weak hand and body slightly tremble at the familiar yet distant sensation and excitement I partook the second most time on earth enjoying after my games. As my hand gently brushes against the rags my brain and body tingle as I caress myself. My body feels unfamiliar but my mind remembers the motions as I firmly grasp myself. My young penis just barely three inches but it feels like the whole world is centered around the sensations this body is possibly experiencing for the first time.
Almost as soon as the good feelings start an excruciating pain starting from my little penis shoots through my whole body as if pins stab every nerve they can simultaneously. I unwittingly let out a scream that echoes through the empty dungeon from my dry throat as a burning feeling seems centered around my dick and makes me stop all the pleasure. It's stops almost as soon as it started. I feel infinitely closer to death now. My little friend still burns though like what people described as a symptom of chlamydia. I left my rag carefully so as not to touch it and see my penis for the first time. It is red and surprisingly still hard but the most interesting thing is a black tattoo that wraps around the head to the shaft that seems to pulse and glow slightly.
Memories come back and I remember this is the slave crest it is the ultimate mark of humiliation in this world. Tattooed using priceless materials and an ancient technique given by the gods of this world on a slave's precious parts to symbolize their body not being their own. It forces us to serve our masters, follow their very command, makes us unable to end our own lives unless commanded to by our owners, and stops us from self pleasuring. My god what perverted but stupid assholes.
"Hehe" I chuckle and smile in glee as a thought forms about a possible loop hole or actual hole in this entire system. I don't think this body will survive another punishment like that right now with how weak I am but if it works I might be able to get off and if it doesn't well I guess dying again isn't so bad.
Without further ado I bring my fingers to my face and for any possible moisture but it's already dried up so I bring to my dry mouth and stuff two fingers in and ravish my fingers as I expertly
mastered on earth. I manage to wet and coat my fingers with the only fluid left. I pull my legs up careful not to touch the crest. My frail body barely flexible enough to hold my legs up but manage to hold them steady and expose my bottom to no one but my self. My mouth waters at the excitement as I take my final fluids with my fingers and reach toward unfamiliar territory. If I'm right this might be good if not I'm as good as dead.
I carefully reach over my small balls and crest to my nasty tight hole and press the slippery slime over my exit about turn it into an entrance and brace myself for the life ending pain but it doesn't happen! I was right and I shove my small fingers right in, groaning and sighing at the more manageable pain sensation I can masturbate anally?!? On earth I tried and failed with others and myself to reach an anal orgasm and here it could be my only possible source of pleasure. I muster the last bit of strength in my body as my fingers wiggle and force their way inside. I can't be gentle and slow like on earth it either now or never so I shove and curl my fingers more and feel my body open as I dig inside. It burns but it's better than the pain of the crest. I go as deep as my two little fingers can go. I feel my squishy, warm and moist insides writhe around my fingers. I dig deeper and push my dry third finger in and the pain gets worse but still manageable. I press and push and dig, twisting and turning my insides impatiently searching for something and I feel my body spasm as I find it and push against making my body spasm again.
"YES? Ooooooh!!! Yes!!!!" I moan and scream as continue to press the deeply hidden button to activate my pleasure. I press and press my 3 fingers now digging in as the pain and pleasure begin to mix. I force my pinky in pressing the button harder and deeper in. The pain increasing and the pleasure soaring.
"OOOOOH FUCK! OOOOH FUCK!" I yell and writhe. My new boy pussy answering my need as I abuse it for the first and final time. My whole hand almost digging inside too soon for fisting but enough for what my hole needs. I push and pull my slim fingers as my knuckles slip through and out the straining ring plunging and plundering my ass. I'm almost fisting myself the exquisite pain fades to a dull background as my hole starts to feel wet and even leak at the exponentially rising pleasure. What the fuck where is this lube coming from I barely had enough spit to coat my two fingers and hole but now I feel the wetness drench my hand and hear it dripping and sloshing on the floor. I don't stop I'm too close I go faster my whole hand now coated in the mysteriously miraculous ass slime I slip my thumb the pleasure reaching somewhere I had never been. I have my whole hand in somehow but I don't slow down even speeding up the self fucking.
"MMMMMMMMUUUUGGH MMMMMMMUUUUGGh" I squeal like a dying little piglet as I have my hand inside now to my wrist. I plunge and plunge the speed going so fast I don't notice myself clench my hand inside as I self fist myself for the first time punching and punching my button as the heat and wetness build to the point of no return and finally over it.
"FUUUUUUUUUUCK FUUUUUUUUCK FUUUCK IM CUMMING FROM FISTING MY PUSSY. OOOOOOH OOOOOOOH OOOOOOH IUUUGGG UGHHHH" I scream the loudest I had as my body spasm and writhes in a mind ending anal orgasm. My hole twitches snaps on my fist and dumps more fluid out on the floor. Heat radiates from my core and I feel my dick pulse and bounce against the rags I look down and see a big wet spot forming. I Lift my rags as blast after blast of sperm splatters against the dirty floor. I can believe I just came from my ass without touching my dick too.
The tingles and waves of pleasure slowly subside as I kneel and catch my breathe my hole gets tighter and painful around my fist after my orgasm. I pull my hand slowly out and it pops out soaking wet and more of my ass fluid sloshes what sounds like a bucket full on the floor. I look down and It seems like I wet myself but it doesn't stink like piss on the contrary now that I came the post nut clarity slowly sinks in and multiple things about this ass juice are not normal.
First the amount I'm not healthy enough to produce and expel this volume of fluid now pooling around me almost enough to fill a bath tub more than a bucket and the smell is not repulsing in fact I find myself subconsciously getting closer to it, taking deep breathes, my tongue trying to wet my dry caked lips. It fills my nose with a sweet scent unlike anything I ever experienced it fills my senses and I feel lost and almost dizzy. I shake my head and look at it closer, this is definitely not normal. I notice the hand that was just in my ass it is clean and spotless almost glowing and lustrous like after a warm bath at a spa. Unlike what one would expect from pulling out of a rank unwashed ass. I look it at it and bring it to my mouth and my tongue licks at it my brain again fogs up even more. My whole body relaxes and I feel the same call for an eternal restful sleep. I don't fight it this time. My body collapses in the puddle of my pussy slime. My face rests against the dirty closer to the deluge I stick my tongue out and lap at it like a thirsty dog. I don't stop and let my self fall asleep as my mmm keep lapping at the delicious nectar.
END OF CHAPTER 1.
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