Summoned (TG, fantasy world route)

When I wake up, I feel weird, but can't quite place it… horny, but not my normal morning wood? When I open my eyes, though, I realize I have bigger problems than feeling weird. My bed is not a stone slab, is most assuredly not in The Temple of Doom, and… oh man, am I chained in place?

I turn my head to get a good look… and see a manacle, wrapped around nothing, slowly fading away. I blink as I try to get my bearings, expanding my view to check the rest of the room… one old gray-haired white woman in white robes, looking a little glassy-eyed, a black guy with a goatee in red robes right behind her, him flanked by a bunch of people in black robes, their hoods up and their faces hidden in shadow.

“It is done,” the old woman intones flatly, “I have summoned a hero.” I hear dice in my head, for some reason.

The man in red frowns, “Do not lie to me. Where is the hero?”

“He inhabits the provided vessel,” the woman shrugs, still responding very flatly, “that ****-addled sinner you collected for the sacrifice. The chains do not appear to have hindered the Calling.”

The man considers, and I hear dice in my head as he gestures and speaks gibberish, a bit of a light show around his hands and eyes for a moment. ‘See Invisibility’ a voice in my head speaks.

He then smiles at what he sees, “The Hero indeed. Thank you, madam, for your contribution.” He turns to the black robes behind him, “Dispose of her,” and approaches me as they draw knives and cut up the unresisting old lady, spilling her blood on the stone floor.

He can clearly see me, so I speak up, weirded out by how high my voice sounds… apparently abject terror makes me sound like a girl, “what's going on?”

“Hmm… I suppose it won't hurt to gloat…” the man with a goatee smiles, “My master thinks ahead. There can only be four Cardinal Heroes at a time… so he had me control this priestess who knows the ritual, and summon you here…” he chuckles, “...with a few modifications to the ritual. We don't use a big brave guardsman for the vessel, but a ****-addled pleasure ****, bred for fifteen generations to the task. We don't have gifts on you, but shackles! Hah. Start you out in chains rather than armor and weapons. If we kill you another priest could just summon up a replacement, but this way… well. We just lock you up in prison before you have a chance to grow… and even if you do get out, you'll be a ****-addicted whore, along with the others being summoned elsewhere, hah!”

“Vessel?” I have a nasty suspicion what that means.

“Oh yes,” the red robed man laughs, “The Cardinal Heroes are people from another realm who have strange unpredictable powers… but they don't come with a body! We have to provide them! Enjoy!” Ah, that's why I'm invisible… I inherited the powers of my gaming character. Huh.

The over the top villain continues, “In fact… why don't we get you started on your new life!” He pulls his robes aside, revealing a raging hard-on… all four inches of it.

And for some reason, my mouth is watering, I'm licking my lips, my hips are squirming, and I have a warm tingle deep in my… oh. I get why he's gloating… but **** are considered poisons, and addiction a disease… but if I did inherit my character's power, then this build is immune to both. So I just need to deal with having a body built for… ugh. Well… jokes on him: Much as the body rebels, I'm a guy, and desire has zero mechanical impact. Also, I don't need my hands free to cast spells; the chains keep me here for now, but that's all they do. I concentrate, and hear dice in my head while using a basic blast from the Destruction sphere… targeting that very **** point he's showing, and spending the spell point to make it hurt more. Sadly, I miss.

First level sucks.

“Still got some fight in you, huh?” The red robed man laughs, “Let's fix that…” he mumbles and gestures, stepping close to me…

…and I hear dice in my head, ‘Scorching Ray’ as two red beams of fire leap from his hands at me. The first misses, scorching the stone just to my left. The second hits true, and I feel searing pain as I smell roasted flesh. The voice in my head returns, ‘Seventeen damage.’ And he still hasn't put his junk away.

“Now, I do have to be careful not to kill you…” the man laughs, “...the boss will kill me if I do. But I'm explicitly supposed to have some fun with you…”

If he's dropping two beams on a scorching ray, he's at least seventh. Oh boy. I am SO out of my league there. Better to slip out quietly after he… oh. That's not going to work. I try again with the blasting, and hear dice in my head… another miss. I suppose it is a very small target.

“Still fighting? I know how to fix that…” he leaps on top of me, grabbing hold of my still manacled hands, but I hear dice in my head as I somehow manage to squirm out of his grasp.

He shouts, “Hold her down!” And the black robed folks charge in.

They're not very good at it: They can't see me, and only know where I am because of the stupid chains… but there's a lot of them, and I'm not built for close combat… currently. I have a plan to fix that next level. So as they pile on, they grab hold, and grappling does cripple my spellcasting: I don't need to move or talk, but I do need to focus, and that's hard when several people piled on. As the man in red smiles, it looks like I don't have a choice… plan A it is, I'm going to need to slip away later.

And that tingle has turned into a heat… why do my thighs feel wet?

I feel an intrusion and watch as the man's member seemingly vanishes… ah, the light proof covering clause of invisiblity… and lose the ability to think as the borrowed(?) body responds. I hear some woman moaning like she's in heat, and the red robed man laughs as he pistons shallowly, “Not so high and mighty now, are you hero?”

Again, I hear some woman moaning in lust as I find that each slap of his thighs on mine, each in and out of that rod into invisibility, drives me closer and closer to… something. He tenses, his face an expression I've made before, grunts, and I feel something warm and wet deep inside… which triggers my own release, and I hear a woman screaming like she's bucking for an AVN as I see stars and feel an earthquake coming from my core.

The screaming doesn't stop… but it does change tone, becoming much deeper, as I look around and an arrowhead pops out of my rapists chest… before he collapses on top of me. The black robed people holding me also sprout arrows, quickly letting go as they fall, and then as I push the corpse off of myself, I see my rescuers….