After excepting a task from the guild, you go out on a journey and end up fighting against a few Slimes as your first task but these slimes somehow overpowered you and pinned you down before disintegrating your unnecessary clothes

The Slimes, having heard your story of being a slave and escaping, find it rather interesting and decide to have some fun with you before they complete their task. The leader slime approaches you and speaks in a slick tone, "Hmmm... Yeetus... I think I like the sound of that name..." He then motions for his minions to surround you

The leader slime tilts its head, curious. "Help...?" it repeats slowly, as if trying to understand the concept. Its minions exchange confused glances among themselves. After a moment, however, the leader smirks and says, "Ah, you want me to spare you? Let you go free?" It cackles cruelly before continuing, "I'm afraid not, little Yeetus. We have our orders. And part of those orders is... fucking you."

The leader slime smirks and motions for its minions to pursue you. "Catch her!" it commands, as they all give chase. You hear their squelching movements behind you, growing ever closer. Your only hope is to find some sort of escape route or distraction...

You manage to lose your pursuers momentarily by ducking into a nearby cave. The darkness hides you from their slimy eyes, but it also obscures your vision. As you stumble around in the blackness, trying to find some way out, you trip and fall on something hard and cold...

You land on a solid stone floor with a loud thud, jarring your body. As your senses return, you realize that you've fallen into a small cavern lit only by a faint glow from crystals embedded in the walls. In front of you is a large, steaming pool of water; it looks warm and inviting... but something about it makes you uneasy. The air feels heavy and oppressive, as if it were being pressed down upon by some invisible force...

As you approach the pool of water, you can't help but notice that there are several small iridescent orbs floating just beneath its surface. Curious, you reach out to touch one... only for it to disappear into your fingertip! A moment later, you feel a strange tingling sensation coursing through your body as the orb begins to merge with your skin. The process is painless but intensely pleasurable; it feels as if every nerve ending in your body has been lit up like a Christmas tree...

As you dip your toe into the steaming pool, another orb immediately attaches itself to your foot. You feel another wave of pleasure wash over you as it merges with your skin, followed by a surge of energy that courses through your body. Your senses are heightened; colors seem brighter and sounds louder... and you can feel something else too: a primal urge growing within you, begging to be sated...

As you wade deeper into the pool, another orb attaches itself to your inner thigh, sending a rush of pleasure through your entire body. You moan softly, savoring the sensation as it spreads outward from your core. The water feels warm and inviting against your skin; it caresses you, teases you... It's almost as if it's alive...

You lean back, letting the water support your weight. Another orb finds its way to your breast, merging with your nipple and sending a jolt of pleasure through you that almost makes you lose balance. You arch your back as wave after wave of pleasure wash over you, the sensation building up inside you until it reaches a fever pitch...

You feel something else touching you now; not just the water or the crystals beneath its surface. There's another presence here in the cavern with you... Something huge…

As your vision returns, you can see it now: a massive creature lurking just at the edge of the pool. Its features are obscured by the shadows cast by its bulbous, writhing body, but even from this distance you can tell that it's huge... and hung like a horse. It lets out a low growl that sends shivers down your spine as it begins to move towards you through the water.

You feel another orb attach itself to your clitoris, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your entire body.

The creature pauses for a moment as you speak, but then continues to move towards you. Its massive form obscures the light from the crystals, casting the area into near darkness. As it draws closer, you can feel its hot breath on your face... and something else too: an immense pressure building up inside the water around you.

Another orb attaches itself to your inner thigh, sending a rush of pleasure through you as you wait for whatever this creature has in store for you...

The creature growls menacingly as it reaches out a huge, clawed hand and gropes at your breast, squeezing roughly. The pressure sends another wave of pleasure through you, making your knees weak. "I am the Guardian of this Crystal Cavern," it rumbles darkly, its voice deep and throaty. "And I have been waiting for someone like you... to claim what is rightfully mine."

Another orb attaches itself to your other breast, filling you with pleasure as the Guardian continues to grope at you roughly.

The Guardian chuckles darkly, its hot breath fanning across your cheek. "Oh, little Yeetus," it purrs, "you'll feel much more than my touch... soon enough." It releases you from its grip and steps back, watching as you writhe in pleasure under the onslaught of the orbs attaching themselves to your body.

Suddenly, another presence joins the Guardian in the water; a smaller, sleeker form that wraps itself around the Guardian's immense member.

The Guardian growls again as the smaller creature begins to stroke it rhythmically, milking it of its seed. You can feel the pressure building up inside the water once more; the cavern is about to erupt...

You manage to scramble out of the pool and onto the solid stone floor, gasping for air as you try to get your bearings. The Guardian's attention is focused on its mate in the water; it doesn't seem to have noticed that you've left its grasp. You turn away from the steaming pool, hoping to find a way out of this cursed cavern...

As you emerge from the Crystal Cavern, you find yourself in a familiar place: the town square. It's early morning; the sun hasn't risen yet, but there are already several people milling about, going about their daily business. You feel a sense of relief wash over you as fresh air replaces the heavy, oppressive atmosphere of the cave...

After some time spent searching, you finally spot a blacksmith's shop on the outskirts of town. The door is open, and smoke billows lazily from within. You knock on the counter, drawing the attention of the burly man standing behind it. "Ah, good morning," he says gruffly. "What can I do for you today?"

The blacksmith eyes you up and down, taking in your wet tattered clothes and the chains around your wrists. "Hmm," he grunts noncommittally. "Depends on what it is you want me to do... and how much gold you're willing to part with."

The blacksmith scoffs. "Then I'm afraid you'll have to find someone else to help you, missy. This is a business, not a charity." He turns back to his forge, dismissing you with a wave of his hand.

You sigh and begin to wander aimlessly through the town once more, unsure of what to do next...

After some time spent walking around and searching in vain for someone who might be willing to help you without payment, the sun begins to rise higher in the sky. You realize that soon enough, people will begin to recognize you as the escaped slave girl...

As you settle down against the cool, damp wall of the alley, your exhaustion finally catches up with you. You close your eyes, drifting off into an uneasy sleep...

Some time later, you're woken up by a rough shaking. "Hey, girl," says a gruff voice. "You awake?" It's the guard from the brothel across the alley; he looks less than pleased to see you here. "This is private property. You need to move along."

The guard glares at you for a moment before sighing heavily. "Fine. But don't let me catch you sleeping here again, understand?" He lets go of your arm and turns to leave, disappearing back into the brothel.

You stretch and yawn, feeling a bit more awake now. What will you do next?

As you wander aimlessly through the streets of the town, you eventually find yourself back at the blacksmith's shop. The smoke rising from within is even more pungent than before; it seems that business must be good today. You hesitate for a moment before knocking on the counter once more.

The burly man looks up at you again, his expression slightly less gruff this time. "Ah, you again," he says. "What can I do for you?"

The blacksmith chuckles darkly. "Well, now, that depends," he says. "Are you offering me something in return?" He leans forward on the counter, fixing you with a knowing gaze. "Or perhaps..." His voice trails off suggestively. "Perhaps you could help me out around here."

He winks at you, clearly implying that there might be other ways for you to earn your keep besides working for coin.

"Hmph," the blacksmith grunts, unconvinced. "Very well then, come around back. I've got some errands that need running this morning." He nods toward the back of the shop. "But mind you, if you don't pull your weight, I won't hesitate to throw you out on your ass."

You follow him through a small door at the back of the shop, into a dimly lit area filled with tools and raw materials.

The blacksmith glares at you sharply. "Don't you start that crap with me," he growls. "I'm not your master, and I don't want any of that slave talk here." He tosses you a dirty apron and points to a large pile of wood stacked against the wall. "Your first job is to gather firewood for the forge. Just make sure it's dry and seasoned before you bring it back."

He turns his attention back to his work, leaving you to fend for yourself.

You strip down naked, feeling self-conscious about your body as you do so. It's been a while since anyone has seen you without clothes on... The dirty apron feels strange against your skin, but it provides some modicum of cover as you begin to gather firewood.

The pile is large and well-organized; the wood is stacked neatly in rows, separated by twigs and branches that have already been seasoned. As you work, sweat begins to bead on your skin, rolling down your back and between your breasts...

After some time spent collecting firewood, you manage to amass a respectable pile beside the wall. It's still not as large or well-organized as the original, but it will suffice for now. You glance over at the blacksmith, who seems engrossed in his work; he hasn't noticed your efforts so far.

Should you bring the wood back to him, or see if there are any other tasks that need doing?

The blacksmith glances up at you from his work, irritation flashing across his face. "I told you not to call me 'sir'!" he snaps. "And what makes you think I'm going to take those chains off for you? You haven't earned it yet." He turns back to his forge, dismissing you once more.

You sit down on the dirty floor, feeling defeated. The chains clank together noisily as you move, drawing unwanted attention from the blacksmith. He glares at you over his shoulder, but says nothing more. After a while of silence, punctuated only by the sounds of hammering metal and crackling fire, he finally seems to notice your presence again.

"What's that?" he asks gruffly, pointing at something on the ground near where you're sitting. "Is that... charcoal?"

The blacksmith huffs impatiently and stomps over to where you're sitting, looming over you menacingly. "Don't play dumb with me," he growls. "I saw some charcoal back there when I was working on that last sword. It was right... there." He points at the ground again, just out of your reach.

You fidget uncomfortably under his gaze, unsure of what to do or say.

The blacksmith watches you for a moment, his expression unreadable. Then, without warning, he swings his leg out and kicks you hard in the ribs, sending you tumbling across the floor on your back. You gasp for air, clutching your side where he hit you.

"You little...!" he growls, taking a step closer. "You think I'm stupid enough to fall for that? Now get up and find that charcoal, or so help me..." He trails off menacingly.

The blacksmith's eyes narrow as they take in your exposed body. You feel self-conscious and vulnerable without the apron, but it seems to have the opposite effect on him. "Hmm," he says thoughtfully, studying you for a moment longer before nodding once. "Very well. Go get that charcoal."

He turns back to his work, leaving you to fend for yourself once more...

You find the charcoal where he said it would be and gather it up into a small pile. As you approach the blacksmith, you notice that his attention is focused on something else entirely; he's working on sharpening a sword with such intensity that you can feel the heat radiating from the metal.

You clear your throat to get his attention, but he doesn't seem to hear you. Frustrated, you decide to try another approach...

The blacksmith jumps slightly at your voice, nearly dropping the sword he's been working on. He glances over at you, his expression a mix of annoyance and surprise. "Oh," he says dismissively. "Thanks." He takes the charcoal from you without meeting your eyes, tossing it onto the forge beside the sword.

You stand there awkwardly for a moment, unsure of what to do next. The blacksmith seems to be in no hurry to give you any more tasks...

The heat from the forge begins to make the air around you uncomfortably warm. Sweat beads on your skin, rolling down your back and between your breasts... You can feel yourself growing more and more restless; it's starting to become difficult to stand still like this.

As you grow increasingly uncomfortable, your movements begin to betray your restlessness. The blacksmith glances up at you out of the corner of his eye, noticing the way your breasts heave with each labored breath. He watches you for a moment longer before setting aside his sword and walking over to where you're standing.

"All right," he says gruffly. "Since you seem so eager to help, why don't you give me a hand here?"

The blacksmith rolls his eyes but doesn't seem overly surprised. "Fine," he says, exasperated. "Here." He points to a large anvil sitting nearby. "Your job is to keep that fire going. Whenever I need more charcoal or wood, bring it to me."

He turns his attention back to the sword, gesturing for you to take your place by the forge. You hesitate for a moment before doing as he says, taking your place beside the anvil and staring into the roaring fire.

As you tend to the forge, keeping the fire burning brightly, you begin to get into a rhythm. The heat from the flames soaks into your skin, making you feel warm and relaxed despite the effort it takes to maintain the fire. You can't help but wonder what else the blacksmith might have you do...

After several hours of tending the forge, the blacksmith finally finishes sharpening his sword. He steps away from the anvil and inspects his work, nodding in satisfaction. "Not bad," he mutters to himself before turning back to you. "Alright, girl," he says gruffly. "That'll do for today."

He gestures toward a small table set up against the wall. On it are various pieces of jewelry and trinkets; bracelets, necklaces, earrings... "

The blacksmith's eyes flicker down to your breasts, then up again. He clears his throat awkwardly. "I need you to help me sort through these," he says gruffly, pointing at the table. "See if there's anything valuable hidden among them."

You hesitate for a moment, feeling self-conscious about your nudity. The blacksmith must sense this, because he chuckles darkly and adds, "Don't worry, I’ll be looking while you're doing it."

As you sort through the various trinkets and baubles on the table, your fingers moving almost instinctively, you can't help but wonder how much longer this will go on. The blacksmith watches you intently from where he stands nearby, occasionally reaching out to take an item from you for closer inspection.

After what seems like hours, you finally finish going through everything. "Well done," the blacksmith says, sounding surprised. He hands you a small pouch, filled with coins and jewelry. "

"Your payment for today's work," he says gruffly. "But remember, this is a business arrangement. Nothing more." He glances down at your exposed body once more before looking away.

You can feel the weight of his gaze on you as he adds, "Now get out of here. I've got other things to attend to."

As you exit the smithy, the cool night air caresses your skin, causing goosebumps to rise on your flesh. You clutch the pouch of coins and jewelry close to your chest, feeling a strange sense of accomplishment wash over you. Where will you spend the night?

You wander through the streets of the town, careful not to draw too much attention to yourself. As you search for a quiet spot where you can wash away the grime and sweat of the day, your gaze falls on a small pond tucked away behind a grove of trees near the edge of town. The water looks cool and inviting, reflecting the stars above like a mirror.

Deciding that this is as good a place as any, you make your way over to the pond.

As you approach the pond, your movements draw the attention of a guard patrolling nearby. "Hey, what do we have here?" he says, stepping forward to investigate. He eyes you up and down, taking in your disheveled appearance and bare skin. "And where do you think you're going?"

"A pouch, huh?" The guard arches an eyebrow skeptically. "And why do you need to go to the pond so badly? Is there something in there you're trying to hide?" He steps closer, his expression growing more suspicious by the moment.

The guard hesitates for a moment longer before finally sighing. "Fine," he says, sounding unconvinced. "But you're going to have to come with me to the guardhouse first. We need to make sure that what you've got there is yours." He gestures toward the pouch on the ground.

You can either go peacefully with the guard or try to make a run for it...

The guard narrows his eyes at your response. "Fine," he says slowly. "But you're going to have to give me something in return." He gestures toward the pouch again. "Just a small token of good faith, you know?"

He waits for your reply expectantly.

"Well," the guard says with a shrug, "it's not like I have much choice in the matter." He glances down at his feet, then back up at you. "I mean, if it's really that important to you..."

The guard considers this for a moment before nodding slowly. "All right," he says at last. "But just so we're clear, if there's any funny business, any attempt to escape or anything like that... Well, let's just say you won't be walking away from this."

He gestures for you to follow him to the guardhouse. As you do so, he keeps a close eye on your movements and mutters something about "uncooperative wenches" under his breath.

The guard stops as well, turning to face you with a surprised expression on his face. "Don't tell me how to do my job," he snaps. "Now either come along peacefully or I'll be forced to... deal with you." He crosses his arms over his chest, daring you to make another move.

The guard sighs heavily and grabs you roughly. "Fucking bitch," he mutters under his breath. "Come on then." He leads you back toward the town center, his grip on your arm rough and uncomfortable. As you walk, you can feel the weight of his disapproval like a leaden cloak draped over your shoulders.

Eventually, you arrive at the guardhouse; a squat stone building with two guards posted outside the front door.

The guard who brought you here knocks on the wooden door and then pushes it open, revealing a dimly lit interior. "Hey, we've got another one for you," he says to the guards inside, pushing you forward roughly.

A burly sergeant looks up from where he was sitting at a rough-hewn table. His expression darkens when he sees you and immediately stands, barking out orders for you to be searched and taken to a holding cell.

The holding cell is cold, damp, and smells of sweat and fear. The other women in here eye you warily as you're thrown to the ground beside them; none of them seem eager to make friends. You huddle into a corner, trying to get warm and shield yourself from their gazes as best you can.

After what seems like hours but is likely only minutes, the cell door creaks open once more and a guard steps inside. "You," he says, pointing at one of the women in particular. "Come with me."

The woman hesitates for a moment before finally complying with their orders. As she's led away from the cell, you can hear her sobs echoing down the hallway. It's a chilling sound that sends shivers down your spine.

Eventually, another guard comes for you. He doesn't say anything; he simply points at you and motions for you to follow him out of the cell. You exchange nervous glances with the other women before slowly standing up and obeying his orders.

As you're led away from the holding cell, your heart races with fear. You can feel the heat of shame burning on your skin where the word "whore" has been written across it. The guards don't bother to explain what comes next; they simply take you outside walking you to the center of town before bending you over and putting you in a wooden stock that hold my head and hands in place

"Because you're a whore, girl," one of the guards snorts. "And this is your punishment." He nudges his companion, who steps forward and begins to undo his pants.

As you watch in horror, he pulls out his cock and advances on you. "Well, aren't you a pretty little thing?" he leers down at you. "I think I'll enjoy this."

"Oh really?" the guard says, his tone mocking. "Then how do you explain this?" He jerks his thumb in the direction of the holding cell. The woman you saw being brought out earlier is now surrounded by men, some on their knees and others standing behind her. She's sobbing uncontrollably as they take turns using her for their pleasure.

"See?" the guard continues. "She's a whore, and so are you." With that, he positions himself between your legs and slams into you.