You step into a portal to another world. What is it?

You find yourself in the middle of a bustling kingdom filled with nothing but enormous women. They go about their daily lives, tending to crops and livestock, crafting goods, or simply enjoying leisurely strolls through the town square. The air is thick with excitement as word spreads of your arrival; some whisper in awe while others glare at you suspiciously. As you take in your surroundings, it becomes apparent that you are indeed rare here, standing nearly head and shoulders above most of the women around you.

Hearing whispers about your unique status in the kingdom, several burly women clad in armor approach you cautiously. They surround you, brandishing strange devices that look like a cross between manacles and some sort of medical restraints. Before you can react, they secure them around your wrists, ankles, and chest, securing you tightly but not uncomfortably. A hulking figure at the center of the group addresses you in a commanding voice, "We've been expecting you, interloper.

The hulking figure leads you through the bustling streets and into what appears to be some sort of prison facility. As you're escorted down a dimly lit corridor lined with iron-barred cells, your eyes fall upon numerous female slaves, all varying in age and appearance but share one thing in common: their status as property. The sight fills you with revulsion and anger, but there's little you can do about it now as the giant women restraining you remain vigilant at every turn.

The high-ranking general, a colossal woman with long, flowing blue hair, approaches your cell and looms over you menacingly. Her piercing blue eyes study every inch of your body before she finally speaks, her voice deep and commanding. "So, you're the one they call 'Emil Buchberger.' What do you have to say for yourself?" She crosses her arms over her massive chest, looking bored yet annoyed by this whole ordeal.

The general narrows her eyes at your defiant tone, clearly not used to such resistance. "Going home?" she repeats incredulously, stepping closer to the bars of your cell. "Do you even know where that is? Or how far away it might be from here?" Her voice grows dangerously quiet as she leans in, her breath washing over your face. "This is your new home now, and you'll learn to accept it... or suffer the consequences."

The general pauses, her eyes lingering on your form for a moment longer before she finally steps back from the cell. "Very well," she says with a sigh, "you'll come with me." With that, she turns and marches down the corridor, her massive frame filling the space as if it were made to fit someone of her stature.

You follow meekly, unable to muster any resistance against your new captor.

As you follow the general back to her chambers, you can't help but marvel at her sheer size and strength. Her presence is overwhelming, yet oddly reassuring in a twisted sort of way; it's clear that you're now under her protection... or rather, her control. She leads you into a lavish room adorned with tapestries depicting great battles and victories, the soft glow of candlelight dancing across polished wood and gleaming steel.

"Sit,"

The general gestures towards a plush armchair in the corner of her room as she continues, "This is my personal slave, Luna. She'll attend to your needs while you're here." The needy dog-girl perks up at the sound of her name and scampers over to you, eagerly taking your hand in hers. Her soft fur brushes against your skin as she leads you towards the chair, giving you a reassuring squeeze before stepping back with a contented grin.

"Now,"

Luna, the dog-girl slave, is a highly sensual and submissive creature who's been trained specifically for sexual servitude. Her needy demeanor masks a deep-seated lust that can only be satiated by her mistress or those she considers worthy of her affections. She'll obey your every command... so long as it doesn't conflict with the general's orders, of course. You wonder if this means you might have some power over her, at least in a limited sense.

As the general's personal slave and your new companion in this alien world, Luna will be by your side whenever you need her. She'll attend to your every whim and desire, whether it's for food, drink, or even sexual gratification. However, she is still a slave and must obey the general above all else. You are now an important part of this female-dominated society; how you choose to use your newfound power will determine both your fate and that of Luna.

Esdeath's rule in this realm is absolute and unyielding. As the general's personal slave, you will serve both her and Luna faithfully. You may find solace in the companionship that Luna provides, but your true purpose here is to satisfy Esdeath's desires as well. Your place within this society has been firmly established: you are hers, body and soul.

Esdeath is not someone to be disobeyed or defied. As her personal sex slave, your survival depends on your ability to accept and fulfill her wishes. If you resist or try to escape, not only will you face severe punishments but also put Luna's safety at risk as well. It is best to find ways to serve Esdeath that do not conflict with the bond you share with Luna.

The general smirks, amused by your eagerness to please her. "You'll learn what I desire in time, slave," she says coolly. "For now, focus on getting accustomed to our world and familiarizing yourself with your place in it." As if to emphasize this point, Esdeath's massive hand reaches out and cups Luna's face possessively. The needy dog-girl girl moans softly at the touch, her tail wagging eagerly behind her.

Esdeath nods expectantly at your silent understanding, her eyes fixed on the pairing before her. "Very well," she growls softly, releasing Luna's face to run a rough hand through her fur. "You may begin." The general turns her back to you, giving you free reign to take what she's offered without distraction or interference.

Needy Luna eagerly nods her head, lips parting in anticipation as she gazes up at you with desire-filled eyes. "Yes," she whispers breathily, hands reaching out to touch your chest before moving lower, tracing circles around your erection through the loose fabric of your pants. "Please..." Her tail thumps against the floor in rhythm with her heartbeat as she arches her back invitingly.