I felt the gentle rumble of a summer storm overhead as I gently rubbed my lotioned body in the dark of my bedroom. Sitting on my padded office chair, I had a hand on one of my small breasts, and the other under my pink panties as I bit my lower lip and gently rubbed my soft, feminine penis. I didn’t notice that something wasn’t quite right; I could only focus on the drawn images on the computer screen. My pale body glowed from its light.
I didn’t really notice the room around me begin to fade as I lost myself in the booming sounds of the sky, unaccompanied by rain or wind. I could only think about the stories I had been reading, fictional tales of women being used for every carnal need of others. I imagined myself in the place of those women instead of off alone in the travel-trailer I lived in. Not because I truly wanted to be mistreated or objectified, but because of the sense of excitement these fictional stories made me feel.
It didn’t help that the travel trailer around me was literally vanishing as I lost myself in bliss. Finishing by imagining myself like the picture of the woman on my screen—covered in the love of a partner.
As an orgasm coursed through me—my body shaking and my breath quickening as waves of pleasure rippled through my body—I was only barely aware that the screen that had been in my lap no longer shone light through my closed eyelids. I couldn’t feel the weight of it either, nor the internal heat being blown onto my bare leg by the fan.
I opened my eyes and immediately froze. I was no longer in my tiny bedroom. No, I was in a dim room about the size of a small auditorium, which seemed to be made of stone blocks. The only light came from a torch in a corner of the room behind me. My little desk and chair were gone. Instead, I found myself sitting on a cold, stone pillar. I still felt the moisture from my previous activity on my small belly.
In a panic, I covered myself as best I could. Had I been kidnapped? This was certainly not a dream, and I had never really done drugs, so I had to have been kidnapped, right? I tried to think back to when someone could have slipped me a roofie or injected me with some kind of needle.
I had spent the morning of the day before as I usually did—at home. I had eaten a light breakfast of peach oatmeal and coffee with a bit too much sugar, while catching up on watching my favorite gaming streamers.
I had then, uhm, downloaded and played the latest update of an eroge game where enemies did their best to brainwash you into becoming their sexual servant. After that, I had spent some time writing—mostly redrafting one of the many unpublished novels I had written, for what had to be the twentieth time. Finally, in the afternoon, I had logged in to do my paid work as an online tutor. As always, that went on until night—when I went on a quick jog, ate, took a shower, and then slept.
At no point could anyone have drugged me. So then why did I find myself transported to what appeared to be an ancient temple?
I looked down at my feet and noticed a circle-pattern carved into the stone ground beneath me. It was intricate, with what looked like a drawing of a galaxy complete with planets in orbit. Sitting in the center of it gave me an odd feeling of intent, like I was here because I had been brought here. But I wasn’t any sort of magical being worth being summoned!
I was Lilly, a trans girl from a small Alabama town. About the only thing supernatural about me was the set of little cotton red horns connected to my favorite facemask.
Finally, I slowed down and looked around. Nobody else seemed to be around. I was simply in a big, empty room with a single exit. Nobody had summoned me on purpose. It was a good thing too, given my state of dishevelment.
I stood to my feet uneasily and pulled my panties up around my hips. The cold floor brought me extra attention to the fact that I was barefoot. I took a cautious step beyond the central circle I had appeared on. Nothing happened, so I guess I wasn’t magically trapped there by some mystical force bubble. I took more steps—toward the exit doorway where more light was shining through.
I peeked out of the entryway to see an even more massive stone room with several torches and doorways like the one I had just exited from. And on the far side of the room, I saw sunlight shining through a particularly large exit. I wasn’t trapped!
In my relief, I almost didn’t notice the coat rack in the corner of the massive room. It held robes in several different colors.
Oddly, I did not feel in sufficient danger to just grab one at random. So I paused for a moment and carefully picked out one in a pastel pink—a color I quite liked. I pulled the robe around me and tied it with the attached sash. It covered me entirely, down to my ankles. Of course, this wasn’t much of a surprise, given my small stature. Beneath the coat rack, I found several sizes of brown leather sandals.
It was as if it was expected that people be transported here naked! Not me specifically, but just someone of indeterminate foot and body size. Once I’d donned the sandals, I stepped into the larger room.
A dozen torches lit this larger hall a bit brighter than the room I had awakened in. Because of the light, I could see designs etched into the walls and ceiling. The ceiling depicted clouds and lightning bolts running between them. The walls were covered expansively in text—also carved into the stone.
Over the exit was etched a giant picture of a man. In one hand, he held a bullwhip—this seemed reasonable, I supposed. However, I had not been prepared for what was clearly a set of anal beads in his opposite hand. He was naked, with his penis fully erect and depicted to be actively dripping. Beneath him were tiny carvings of people engaged in infinite acts of debauchery—in a line that encircled the entire room, right above the height of the doorways.
Who was this person, and what in the literal fuck was this place? I imagined that if I read the walls, I might have found out. On the other hand, it was a lot of text. And I still wasn’t completely certain I should stay in this place any longer than I had to.
I listened for any noises coming from the other rooms. However, there was no noise. For a moment, I thought I was completely alone. Well, damn. Leave it to me to end up in an orgie castle all by my lonesome.
That was when I noticed a figure pass, a shadow against the sunlight, in front of the exit.
Again, I froze. On one hand, I was struggling with my fear of some kidnapper waiting out there. But on the other, I could truly think of no way I could have been kidnapped. And if I was trapped in some fucked-up version of Narnia, I really did not want to be alone. Either way, I probably needed to scope out the situation.
As quietly as I could, I scurried toward the exit. Once there, I panted for a second and then peeked out the exit doorway.
Outside the stone temple was … truly outside. It was all grass, trees, hills, and a dirt road that led right to me. It seemed to be midday—surprising me since it had been about midnight only a few minutes earlier. Birds flew overhead, and the breeze blew lightly through the leaves—none of the odd summer storm I had noticed before.
I looked further down the roadway and was immediately struck by confusion at the two figures I saw about fifteen feet away. They were facing one another and away from me, but I could see them well enough. The first was a tall, muscularly built lady wearing skin-tight, black leather and high heels. Her skin was perhaps the darkest I had ever seen, a shade I thought I had remembered described to me as blue-black. She didn’t seem much older than me, but she had to at least have been seven feet tall. Her long black hair rose upward in weightless, tight curls that spread into elegant chaos.