Amber slowly clawed her way awake, fighting off the lingering haze that filled her mind. Rolling over on the rough smelly mat she was lying. Pushing herself to sitting up, she rolled her neck and rubbed her head while looking around.
"Ow," she muttered, blinking, "What the hell was that?"
Rolling her head slowly side to side, she looked around the room, eyes slowly widening as she took in the setting.
"Well, this isn't good."
As her eyes adjusted to the flickering light from the torch in the hallway, Amber realized she was in a carved cave that had been converted to a cell. The room was wide with a barred window set in the wall above her allowing a hint of sunlight to be reflected to a corner in the room. Across from it was a wide opening with rough looking metal bars set into the stone. Looking at the mat she made a face and pushed against the wall to stand.
"Well, that's disgusting," she said rubbing her hands over her shorts while looking down at the mat she had been laying on.
Walking to the middle of the cell she rolled her shoulders, working the kinks out of her neck and swinging her arms before approaching the bars of the cell. Peeking around the edge she could make out a hallway turning away on one side, with a larger opening in the other direction. The area was silent, except for some suspicious scurrying that she was determined not to think about.
Amber was a fantasy and erotica writer who had been surprised, to put it mildly, to learn one evening that her stories were being read in an alternate dimension. The arrival of two statuesque elven women warriors in her living room was not something she had ever imagined and she admitted later that her response was probably not the smartest. After an energetic response to what she thought was a home invasion, one quickly slapped down by the warriors, she learned the two were messengers bearing an unbelievable opportunity.
As the two explained when she had settled down, she was been invited to a festival hosted by a ruler known as the Elf Witch Queen Valhana, called the Mystical Faire in a land called Arganos. Listening to the Elves description she figured the land was a mirror dimension to her home, but one populated by all the beings of fantasy. She had been amazed, not just to be contacted by some interdimensional Elf people, but to find out that hers and other fantasy creators were popular on Arganos and were routinely invited over to share their works.
After some hasty planning, Amber was brought across the realms to meet the Queen and take part in the Faire. The setting was something out of a fantasy fan's wildest dreams. Towering castles, all manner of fantasy characters literally walking around, speaking with beings she had only imagined and written about, signing books and chatting like humans back home. The whole thing had been overwhelming until she met one of her biggest fans, a Elf named Ruby.
Ruby was shorter and thinner than Amber with a darker shade of red hair than her own. Amber admittedly was more on the physical side than the spritely elf, being a tall athletic woman with shoulder length red hair. The two had hit it off immediately at the festival becoming very close friends after the first day. A friendship that was looking to grow even closer when they were rudely interrupted!
"This is not exactly what I had in mind snuggling up to that darling elf," she said softly. Peering around the corner again she could hear the faint sound of rough but high-pitched voices.
"At least someone is here," she muttered walking back to the middle of the cell, "Well, I'm an action and an erotica writer, what would my girls do?"
Looking around the cell she worked through all the different stories she had written that got her attention in this dimension. I could go full Helena, she thought smirking as she imagined twisting the bars to her own personal bondage set up for whoever had captured her before 'having her way' with them. Then kill them. Jane would just seduce them for the hell of it, then again so would Fara although kinda aggressively. Nicole would draw some spirits and, yea, seduce them.
"I need to branch out some. And apparently get out more."
Maybe go all assassin mode? She chuckled thinking how upset her captors would be getting the begeezers knocked out of them, although pretty sure screwing around with her pet assassin wouldn't count as seduction. Maybe not go that route yet.
Walking back to the bars, she gave them an experimental shake, surprised with the loud rattling that echoed down the hall, sparking excited barking from the larger room at the end.
"Well, that's not performance," she muttered before taking a breath to yell out, "Hello? Hi? Anyone around? Rubyyyyy?"
As her voice echoed down the hall, she heard the slapping sound of large bare feet running down the hall. She stepped back nervously as five goblins, slightly higher than her waist, skidded to a stop in front of her cell. They stood in a line, a collection of clubs and spears waving menacingly. When she had first arrived, the Queen had presented her with a bracelet that allowed her to understand the more common languages in the area, although most spoke a shared language called Vexillum. Swallowing nervously she hoped it worked with Goblins.
"Um, hey!" Amber said slowly.
"The pretty one is awake," one said in his squeaky voice. Amber kept her face expressionless as she thought about her dog's squeak-toy back home.
"Yes, I am," Amber said smiling widely and blinking with a little wave, "Hi! So, um, this is likely some misunderstanding or something. Have you seen my friend, Ruby? Sexy little elf? We were getting to know each other better when someone interrupted."
Placing her fists on her hips, Amber glared down at the line of Goblins.
"But I'm willing to forgive you, you little cuties."
"Goblins not cute, we fierce!"
The line of goblins growled menacingly, visions of squeaky stuffies filling Amber's mind.
"Sorry, yes of course! Fierce dangerous goblin warriors! What's your name warrior?"
"Smol!"
Amber felt her face lock, swallowing desperately.
"Greetings Goblin warrior, Smol, "she paused a moment, "Can you tell me what is going on here?"
"We were hired to capture you and the elf."
"Oh my, why would anyone want to capture me? Is my friend Ruby here?"
Amber stepped forward, grasping the bars and peering down the hall again. Glancing down at the mini horde, she noticed their eyes fixed on her breasts and bare legs pushing past the bars.
"Don't know, don't care," Smol said stepping forward, "Hired to capture, not hurt. Job done now we wait."
"Wait, I hate waiting!" Stepping back Amber crossed her arms under her chest, pushing her boobs higher and stomping her foot. "How long am I waiting? Is Ruby here too?"
"Elf gone," Smol said, his big eyes jiggling. "Went with rest of the clan."
"Ruby isn't here?" Amber felt a moment of concern, quickly smothered as her temper started to bubble. She finally gets to meet her dream Elf and she goes and gets captured! Fara time!
Dropping her face to her hands, Amber turned away making sure the Goblins would see the wiggle of her butt. Stepping to the middle of the cell she turned and dropped to the floor, looking back at the Goblins with a sad face.
"This is terrible! All I wanted to do was come to a new dimension and sign some books! Now my friend is gone and I'm alone!" She took a big breath, watching their heads bob up and down with her now that she was at their level.
"I don't like being alone. Can you brave warriors come sit with me and maybe tell me about how powerful you are?"
Smiling at the goblins through the bars, she hoped she wasn't pouring it on to thick.
Smol turned to the other four their squeaking voices rising excitedly for a moment. Amber sat more upright, playing with a button on her top. The Goblins she wrote about were usually boob-guys, boob-monsters, whatever. See how it plays out, she figured.
After a moment they turned, looking cutely fierce as one of the others stepped forward with a key. The door looked loose as he opened it, holding it up as the other four stepped in behind Smol. Once inside they formed a little crescent in front of her while she smiled back.
"Thank you Smol," Amber said smiling," Won't you sit down? You all look so scary like that!"
The Goblins snarled, but with toothy smiles. Looking at Smol they placed their weapons on the floor, sitting close by.
"Thank you," Amber said, holding her clenched hands under her chin. Boobs away!
"So, who is everyone?"
Smol nodded at the one at the end of the line, edging close to her crossed legs.
