(M/A4Futa) Waking Up To A New World

An elf is running from two men in hooded robes as they chase her down in a forest. The elf is running for dear life. She doesn't know why they're chasing her. She doesn't know who they are. She was just unfortunate enough to be picked. To be their little guinea pig. She ran as far as her legs could go as she lost them. She could hear the men argue and run off guessing her next move after that the coast was clear. It all happened so suddenly. She was walking down a path delivering milk to a village when one of the men ran up to her for help for his fallen brother. She agreed hoping she could wheel them into a town but when she followed them off into the forest instead she was nearly stabbed in the back with a blade and here she is now. She came out of hiding and began to walk back but before she could she felt a prick on her arm. She looked and saw a small stick pierce her arm. It was sharp but very small but not enough to enter. She plucked it out and saw mixed with her blood was some purple sap. She felt heavy all of a sudden. The men walking to her as she had been drugged. She tried to run but she fell like a mighty oak. The last she saw were the men as they made off with her.

She eventually woke up during the final stages of a ritual. Giving whomever was in its circle the libido and lust of a succubus. They believed that the user would dominate and rule the world with lust. She tried to run but an invisible force kept her in. She tried whatever she could but in the end she just sat in the center. Crying, her fists sore from the punching as with one last word. Lights out. She slept. No noise. No dreams nor nightmare. No thoughts or voices. Just the pure nothingness that comes with a coma. The ritual put her into a coma as the forces would keep her alive. The cultists would leave the cave and wait. Fast forward and now the elf has woken up. Her vision blurry. Her legs weak and a small "itch" in her member that was locked via chastity. To hold back her insatiable lust she was locked. A special chastity that she cannot free herself from. She holds the key but the lock will not budge by her hands as someone else must do it for her. With no choice she attempted to get up, with some difficulty. She expected to feel some force but it was gone. She left the cave and found herself in a forest. So far everything seems the same. The air however feels different. The sky the same but something just feels off.

She ventured out, wary of the cultists as all she wore were robes that covered her flaccid member and her bust. She walked for miles until finding herself on concrete. Large metallic creatures sitting in between lines and she saw what looked like civilization perhaps? Towering structures made of glass and something else. She'd wander into the structures and begin to ask the swarm of people where she is and if they could help her but she was met with "I don't have money", "Get out of my way." and "Sorry busy." And some rather rude comments to put it lightly. Nobody would help and anytime someone looked at her she was met with disgust. However the strange village was vast and large. Moving pictures, women and men smiling, some sort of beverage. Just where is she? She'd wander until finding a much more calmer setting but by the time she did it was getting late and the cold night would come. Rows of homes filling the large open path. Her stomach had been growling begging for food. She desperately knocked home to home until she knocked on one last home and fainted.