The world was spinning, and I was greeted with a pounding headache. My face was touching some kind of... velvety red carpet? Looking up and around dizzily at my surroundings, I noticed right away that I was somewhere bad. The walls were made from large off-color stone blocks, which assumed a dull purple hue and were well lit by the multiple sconces affixed across them. Various red and pink banners were draped across each wall, depicting horned women doing sexual things to men. I wanted to take in more of this incredibly bizarre place, but my wandering eyes snapped to the figure sitting cross-legged on a massive throne before me. Upon it was a giant demonic lady, whose glowing pink eyes were dead set on me in the middle of the purple throne room. She was sipping what looked like wine, with a smile on her face that looked anything but innocent.
She parted the glass from her lips, and leaned forward. "Welcome, little cattle, to the farm! I'm the head mistress, Aethelraee, Elden Succubus!" Her voice, kept in a seductive tone, still scared me from the sheer volume, surely amplified by her size.
"T-The farm?" I stuttered in response.
"Yes," she chuckled as she placed the now empty goblet back on its holder. "Succubi require life force, you see. And in the old days, a succubi may seek out a man, siphoning his energy through his delicious semen. But that's simply too slow for us, so we've found another way~"
"You're going to drain me?" I interrupted, shocked.
Aethelraee seemed to ignore my interruption. "We need to do so much less kidnapping if we make each cattle produce a little more. And you, you're the lucky winner, aren't you? After your... modifications, you'll be able to give us far more than before, little cattle."
I was terrified at the thought of that. I didn't even know where I was or how I got here. I knew only one thing: this woman, who sat above me on her magnificent throne, had plans to use demonic magic to keep me as a semen-producing slave.
"Wait, please! Let me leave!" I pleaded.
But she just laughed. "Oh no, little cattle, you can't escape. No one ever has. We even leave an active teleporter at the center of the facility that will lead you back home where you came, but not even a single pathetic human has been successful in reaching it. You are quite literally trapped here, forever."
"T-That's..." I trailed off, unable to find the words to describe the horror of the situation.
"That should be all! Why don't you run along, now?" Aethelraee dismissed, lazily waving one of her hands in the air, in my direction.
"You're not going to capture me?" I asked in confusion, my mind racing to understand what just happened.
"Oh, I need not worry myself with that. You'll surely run into one of my loyal succubi soon enough. They love nothing more than catching a new crop of cattle, trying to run for the teleporter before having their dreams crushed by juicy thighs." Aethelraee gave one last sadistic grin, then turned her attention back to her wine, which had somehow refilled while we were talking.
I needed to be smart if I was going to get out of here alive.