Battle in the Maze

Due to some personal issues, I've been finding it very hard to caption lately.  I've wanted to get back into things, try to focus on some of my creative pursuits a bit more, but it hasn't been easy.

I've had this image and the basic idea for quite some time now.  I figured it would be easier if I started by going back to some of my old, unfinished ideas rather than trying to go completely from scratch.

Ok, for some reason Blogger keeps messing up my longer captions.  Before it would shrink them.  Now it is turning them sideways.  For now, I've also included the text with a seperate image, like a short story.  Click the read more link below to see it.  Hopefully, I'll soon be able to figure out why Blogger keeps doing this.





Though my position wasn’t ideal, I had no choice.  I could hear the footsteps coming, they’d over take me soon.  So I did the only thing I could, I got myself ready to fight, taking up my stance near one of the graffiti covered walls forming the maze I was in.  My mind stilled in to its battle ready state.

My body, on the other hand, had other ideas.

It was busy preparing for something else entirely.  I could feel my heart start to pound, sending blood surging throughout my body.   I could feel the heat as my face flushed, cheeks and lips darkening.  But it was a minor sensation compared to what was happening elsewhere.  I could feel the blood rushing to my breasts, the nipples stiffening.  As they pushed outward, I could feel the spandex of my bodysuit engulf each one, molding to it like a second skin.  The sensation of the silky smooth spandex gliding over every inch of those sensitive buds only created further distractions, and I could feel a damp warmth building between my legs.

It should have been simple.  A battle royale in a maze.  All I had to do was get the prize and make it out, and a million dollars would be mine.  My opponents would be scattered throughout the maze, and I’d either have to defeat or avoid them.  With a lifetime of study, training and experience, fighting my way through would be no problem.

I should have known better.  The house always has the edge.

I had signed up for the event thinking of the easy money.  What I didn’t know is what they had planned for me first.

When I signed up, I had been a man.

I’m not really sure what it was they used on me, but I suddenly found myself waking up in a strange bed feeling totally different.  Somehow, they had completely re-sculpted my body, turning me into a petite and sexy girl.  It wasn’t just surgical or cosmetic either, but all the way down to the genetic level.  I’d lost over a foot of height, and I could feel my new anatomy responding as if it were natural.  The mounds jutting from my chest contained no silicone, just pert and perky flesh.

They had stacked the odds, and me as well!

They dressed me up in the skin tight spandex and insanely high heels that I’m now wearing.  Then they proceeded to explain to me the rules.  As mentioned, my goal was to get the prize and get out of the maze, and there would be opponents for me to fight.  Male opponents.  If I lost, not only did those men get to take and hide the prize again, they also got to do whatever they wanted to me, until I made them cum!  They took great delight in telling me all of the ways that I might accomplish this.  Sucking them off, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy, spit roast, tit fuck… the list went on and on.

I was repulsed, but even worse was the fact that my body was responding to those thoughts.  As they described each act, I could almost feel it happening.  And my body wanted it.  Not for the last time, my body responded like a woman aroused.

Now I have to play their game.  I don’t leave the maze until I either win or surrender.  And if I surrender, I owe them a year working in one of their many clubs as a waitress.  Of course, in that kind of club, when a waitress serves a customer it doesn’t mean she brings them their order!

The footsteps were getting louder.  Time to do…or be done…