This story recounts six intense days in an unfortunate girl's year-long quest to find a way home. It is not part of a series, the full story of Kira's quest has not been written; in fact I have only a faint idea about how it began, and no clue how it ends. Of course, if inspiration strikes I may some day return to Kira and her strange fate.
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DAY 1
As the path lead out of the woods and approached the edge of the cliff, Kira got her first good view of the town in the valley below. She tried to estimate the distance. It looked like she would have no problems reaching it before sunset, even if she took time for a lunch break. She found a rock with a good view of the valley, and got some dried meat and a biscuit from her pack. While she chewed, she speculated about the town below.
There would be a small inn with two or three rooms for travelers, of course, there always were. And they would welcome her, as they had welcomed her everywhere. These things never changed. She would be the only one staying at the inn; in all her time here she had only once met another traveler, and that was more than half a year ago. With a small sigh, she began looking at the town.
A small wall surrounded the town, and just outside the gate there were a small knoll. The perfect place for a gallows, yet there was none. She took that as a good sign, the mood were always better in places that did not believe in public executions. She quickly scanned the houses, they were of different sizes, of course, but none were dominating the town. Another good sign, sometimes a temple or a palace ruled a town with an iron fist. Not her problem, of course, but still...
Not much more could be learned from this distance. She finished eating, and got up. She idly speculated what the name of the town was. Probably just "The Town", although it was bigger than usual, so maybe they would call it "City". She laughed at the thought. For anyone who had seen the cities of The Real World, calling the place below a city was of course ridiculous. In her mind she always capitalized The Real World when thinking of her lost home. A wave of melancholy overcame her. Oh, to see again the cities of The Real World: London, New York, Paris... Oh, to look at the night sky and see the Big Dipper or Orion again. Her thoughts went to her lost family and friends, and she blinked furiously to hold back tears.
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Sunset was still an hour away when she emerged from the woods in the valley, and again saw the town, this time much closer. A few people were working in the fields, they stopped and looked as the walked along the path. Some waved to her in salute. When she got closer to the gate, people started to emerge from it and assemble on the small hills next to the path. Clearly, she had been spotted and the more curious inhabitants came out to see the traveler. She was used to this by now, it no longer bothered her. She looked at peoples faces as she got closer, they were mostly smiling. She knew that some of the men would be pleased by what they saw. She was tall, almost exactly six feet. Her long black hair fell down her back, reaching halfway to her behind. It was a bit tangled after her long walk, she would fix that at the inn. Her breasts were full, but not overly large. She was slim and fit, months of trekking had done wonders, although she would much rather be back home and plump again. She also was fully aware that her traveling clothes were worn, and not exactly clean after a week in the wilderness.
She looked around again. Then she saw her. On one of the small hills a young woman was standing. She was stark naked, wearing only a defiant expression, as if she expected someone to challenge her nudity or her right to be here. Weird! Kira stopped, and looked around. One another small hill there was one more, this time an elderly lady. It looked like a family outing, two youngsters, the youngest perhaps 18 or 19, mum and dad, and a set of grandparents. But grandma was naked, and no-one acted like that was in any way unusual. Kira was surprised, what could this possibly mean?
Kira entered the town, and quickly found the small inn, without encountering any more nudists or whatever they were. As expected, the inn had two small rooms, she was given one of them by the innkeepers, eager to have a customer staying for the night (and undoubtedly realizing that the taproom would be full this evening). The inn was kept by a middle-aged couple with the help of their grown daughter and her husband. The daughter showed her the room. It was far from Hilton standards, but the bed seemed good and there was a big washtub. She really needed a bath, but first things first! She was hungry, dinner was being served downstairs, and the locals had begun to arrive.
Dinner was a delicious lamb stew, with local beer. The beer tasted slightly better than water and was only slightly stronger, but she certainly could not complain about the food. As she ate, the room filled up. No one interrupted her eating, but as soon as she put down the fork the questions began. She told about the mountains, what she had seen on the paths, how the neighboring towns were. As always, the audience quickly got bored. None of them had ever been more than a few hours walk from the town, and as in all the towns she had visited, no-one appeared to even consider going further away. Why should they? Kira had never understood this, was this whole world under some strange curse? As always, she changed the subject, and began telling stories she had heard "far away". Hansel and Gretel was always a hit, as was The Little Mermaid once she had moved it to a lake (these people had no concept of the sea).
As she entertained the crowd, a few young men began flirting. One of them really had sex-appeal, his name was Liam. A striking young muscular lad, a bit younger than her, perhaps 20 or so. As the evening progressed people began leaving and she prepared to retire to her room, Liam suggested that he could join her. Kira was severely tempted, but she new that she should wait and gain a little background information about the town first, so she could combine business and pleasure, and pump him for useful information. So Kira pleaded tiredness from her travels, but made sure Liam had not missed her hints that the next evening she would be more welcoming.
Returning to her room, she saw Liss, the innkeepers' daughter, leave her room with an empty pail. "Hi Kira, I have just filled your tub. Good night!"
Kira thanked her, disrobed and entered the warm water. She washed herself, and then her hand found its way between her legs. She started masturbating, as she always did when bathing, but soon realized that she had told Liam the truth. She really was tired, too tired to reach a climax. She did not hear the door open behind her.
"Do you need a hand?". Kira almost jumped. It was Liss, who had come with a large towel. How long had she been standing there, looking at her pleasuring herself? Kira blushed.
"Sorry, I didn't want to startle you," Liss continued, "I just forgot to bring you a towel. But you really look like you could use a hand."
Liss knelt beside the tub, and put her right hand in the water, slowly enough that Kira could stop her if she wanted. Liss' hand came resting on her mound, and moved between her legs. She sure knew what she was doing, and a wave of pleasure overcame Kira. She was too tired to hold back, and quickly came. Liss stood up, and began leaving.
"Thanks, my dear," Kira said. "Your husband doesn't mind?"
She smiled as she left. "I do not plan to tell him. Do you?"
Kira dried herself, and went to bed. She slept heavily that night, only interrupted by a weird dream that she could not remember the next morning.
DAY 2
After breakfast, Kira went to the marketplace and began shopping around. She only bought a few things, but asked many questions in the stalls, although never directly about the things she really wanted to know. As the day progressed, she began having a good picture of how this town worked, and felt ready to ask Liam some meaningful questions that evening. Lunchtime came, she got something that would have been called samosas in the Real World (except the spices were really strange). Then she saw Liam in front of another stall. He had not seen her, so she went over and placed her arm around him.
Liam was pleased to see her, and began showing her first the marketplace, and then other parts of the town. Here was the town hall, here and there a temple for a god or goddess Kira did not recognize. As they passed an opening in a wall, Kira heard a man scream out as if in great pleasure. She stopped.
Liam smiled. "It is the temple of the Goddess of Sex. We can enter, if you wish."
"The Goddess of Sex?" Kira was surprised, but why not? Probably the twin sister of the Goddess of Love.
They entered, and came into a small courtyard. Two naked women and a naked man were tied to strange contraptions. One of the naked women was being brutally raped by a man, while two other men were waiting their turn. Kira was horrified, a gang rape was happening right before her. She considered if she would be able to stop the men, and if Liam would help her. Then she saw the expression of the woman next to the one being raped. She was looking with interest, and seemed to enjoy the view. Not exactly the reaction of one waiting to be raped. She looked again at the woman being raped, and realized her mistake. Her expression was one of joy. No rape, then. Kira relaxed, and looked more carefully at the bizarre scene before her.
The three naked ones were attached to cross-like devices. The lower part was like the St. Andrew's cross she had sometimes seen on porn sites on the internet. Both legs were securely attached to the beams with two wide belts, keeping the legs spread. The upper part of the contraption was like an ordinary cross. A broad belt over the belly kept the body attached to the vertical beam, and both arms were attached to the horizontal beam, again with two straps each. At each side of the device there were two large steering wheels, not unlike the ones on old-fashioned ships. Kira had no idea what they were for, but since the man was tilted backwards at an angle, and the two women were more or less upright, she assumed that one of the wheels controlled the tilt.
At one side of the courtyard was a small fountain, in the other side two guards of some sort were sitting playing checkers, one male and one female, only occasionally looking up to keep an eye on the proceedings.
The man clearly reached his climax, and left the woman. He went over to the guards, where a large wheel of fortune was mounted on the wall. The wheel was separated into green and red wedges. He spun the wheel, after a short while it stopped with an arrow pointing at a green wedge.
"If it had been red, he would have had to take her place," Liam explained.
"Really? I see the green sections are much wider than the red."
