Slowly but surely, the world starts to come back to you. Just fits and images, for a start. Then, a rush of emotions. First fear at what might be about to happen. Then hatred toward the people who did this to you. And finally fury, as your wounded pride blazes at the indignity you've been made to suffer. You're not going to be treated like this. Not forever. You'll hunt these people to the end of the galaxy if you have to.
Your emotions come out in a primal roar - you're not yet awake or alert enough to realize how cute it sounds - and you strain yourself against... something. You're still tied down. But this time there's some give in the straps. You can do this! You can break free! You can avenge this humiliation, and rip that bastard scientist's trachaea out with your own bare hands!
Then something slams you in the chest, hard, and you're forced back down. Your eyes snap open, and you stare into the face of the most beautiful woman you've ever seen in your life.
She stands over seven feet tall, with copper skin and long, silky black hair, tied back into a ponytail. She's wearing a military dress uniform, with an olive green tunic, black trousers, and a saber strapped to her hip. And at the moment, she's casually holding you down with her left hand, which is stronger than anything you've ever felt before.
She grins. "Feeling better, Your Highness?"
"LET ME GO!"
She rolls her eyes. "No, Your Highness, I don't think so. I paid a lot of money for you, you know."
"Do you have the slightest idea who I am?"
"Yes, obviously. The question is, do you have the slightest idea who I am?" she grins, toothily, and suddenly it dawns on you with terrifying clarity.
You're on Scythia, the homeworld of the Amazons.
The Amazons have been a constant pain in the Galactic Empire's side of centuries. They're notorious for their cruelty and hunger for battle, and for their limitless strength - more than a match for a dozen of the Empire's finest soldiers. It was only their primitive technology that kept them from being a threat. You'd always looked at them with scorn, as a bunch of barbarians who ought to be put down. You hadn't exactly kept it a secret, either. All of a sudden, you really, really, REALLY don't want to be here.
"Oh," the woman - Queen Myrina of Scythia, you have no doubt about that now - says, "so you DO know who I am? That's good, it will save time on introductions."
"You can't hold me here like this," you say, "when my father finds out..."
Myrina laughs. "Your father? Do you really think your father is going to believe that a tiny little teenage sexpot like you is his son and heir? You'd better get used to it here, Your Highness. You're going to be living in my court for a long time to come."
Gently, she releases you, and turns around. "I'll leave you to get dressed," she says, as she heads for the door, "It would be rude to peep on a beautiful little boy like you, after all. I've laid out some clothes for you. Put them on, and come meet me in the hall. I have something special planned."
The door hisses shut behind her, and just like that, your restraints are released. You sit straight upright almost instantly, enjoying the feeling of freedom. This is the first time you've been alone since the incident. Everything is still disturbingly fresh in your mind. But at least here and now, you are alone.
You hop off the gurney you were strapped to, wincing as you notice just how far it is to the floor. You're in an elegantly appointed room somewhere in Scythia's royal palace, with mahogany walls lined with golden pillars, a tiled marble floor, and a gentle spring breeze blowing through an open window. On a table, Myrina has laid out your clothes. One look at them is more than enough to tell you that you don't want to put them on. You REALLY don't want to put them on. But is trying to run out into the hall naked really any better?