Chronicles of Another World 3
I woke up in the morning, in a strange bed, in a strange house. My head was aching a bit. I went to the kitchen, poured a glass of water, and sat down at the table. I checked my phone, and a red banner stared back at me invitingly — Log In!
I opened the door, and a fresh, gentle breeze blew in my face. I turned around and saw again the dwarf beasangel's face, twisted into a semblance of a smile, and smiled back. The door slammed shut right in front of my nose. I unrolled the scroll.
It turned out to be a map of the town I found myself in.
At the top of the map was inscribed HABERE SEXUS NON BELLUM — which I translated as
HAVE SEX, NOT WAR
"Oh, strange, I know Latin,"
I thought.I began examining the map with interest. At the bottom, in the south, were the territories, from left to right: the Anal Quarter, then Wives with Husbands, the BBS Zone (I don't know what that is). Territories of different countries. A bit further north, the Sheriff and Police. To the west of Wives with Husbands was marked the Cuckold territory, which borders the Wet River. To the northwest were the railway station and the adjoining bus station. The Wet River flows into the Sea of Orgasms, on whose coast lies the Moon Beach, and even further north, the Nudist Beach.
On the northern bank of the Wet River, directly opposite the police, is the living room of this mysterious town.
"That's probably where I'm staying," I said, adjusting the hood that was slipping over my eyes.
A bit to the east, I saw a brothel and further on, the Rosarium—an interesting name, I should remember it. Even further east, I saw the Spade House, which had an exit to the Spade Garden. Between the garden and the river was located the Fantasy Tavern.
All of this interested me so much, so many new and interesting things.
To the east stretched a huge forest area, all the way to the sea coast—a park for walks and dreams, for maniacs and not only.
"Okay, I need to remember the shady places," I thought, moving my lips and aligning the map with the distant landscape.
From the coast, north of the park, ran the street of various brothels. And I began to understand the principle of the area's layout. Even further north, on the next street, were nightclubs, bars, coffee shops, and taverns: Club Utopia, Hammam, Karaoke Bar Pinky, Esco Bar, Bar Razvrat, Shyer Panther, Kabak, and Bar Sterva. North of those were the Virt Plot Zone and the Slums.
So where should I go? I considered the options and headed towards the river, to the north. Near the ferry, two mysterious figures were waiting for passengers—mysterious because it was impossible to make out their faces. And they were dressed rather plainly, I must say. I and several other assorted passengers settled on the benches, and the ferry set off.
Upon arrival, we were invited to proceed to the living room hall, where I was met by a cacophony of voices under a very high vaulted ceiling, echoing throughout the huge hall.
Everyone was bustling about. Some were exchanging local currency, some were running with suitcases, dashing Caucasians were calling out for their "Eh, let's go for a ride" and not just meaning taxi rides. I must say, I was bewildered.
Then, literally almost knocking me off my feet, some buffalo rammed into my shoulder, holding a bottle of murky brew in his hand.
"From Irkutsk?" he simply asked.
"No, from Moscow," I answered timidly.
He immediately lost interest in me and rushed off somewhere into the thick of the crowd.
I turned to look at the board under the ceiling and made out various destinations and departure times in the queue.
"Madam," I heard a voice behind me.
I turned around.
"Want to see my cock?"
In front of me stood a guy around 30, clearly eager to demonstrate his assets.
"Sorry, no," I giggled. "But could you tell me how to get out of this noisy place?"
"Slut, if you don't want to look at my cock, then go through that door, it's quiet there," he pointed me to the northern exit.
I hurried to retreat, and exiting the noisy living room, found myself in a cozy green square, and walked along the path leading up the slope. I walked with small steps, on a perfectly smooth and clean, dust-free path, holding up the hem of my cloak.
Soon, I saw a stone tower, the sign at the entrance reading "Raven's Tower."
I pushed the massive oak door and found myself in a cozy oval-shaped hall. I headed straight for the bar counter.
"Miss! Is this your first time in this boring establishment?" I heard a lively voice from somewhere above.
Raising my eyes towards the sound, I saw a certain black mass flowing down like a shadow from somewhere on the ceiling. I flinched slightly, and in front of me, behind the bar counter, appeared a brunette man, around 25, in a tuxedo, neatly trimmed, with well-groomed mustache and beard.
"Yes, first time. I just arrived in this town, actually," I answered with a smile.
He took out a shaker and a measuring glass, mixed the contents, and began shaking.
"You're lucky, miss, you've come to the best bartender in this town," he coughed.
Because from the depths of the back room emerged a chestnut-haired man, around 30 years old, of slender build and with hands resembling bird's feet, which immediately caught my eye.
"Azazel, scaring visitors again, get back to your usual business," he replaced the last one behind the bar and poured from the shaker into a glass.
"Coffee, miss?" he addressed me.
"Yes, espresso," I smiled and took off my hood.
Holding with thin fingers, the man placed a cup of aromatic coffee in front of me.
"Raven, at your service, miss," he smiled and began wiping the counter with a napkin.
"Very nice, Sylvia," I replied and took a sip of the hot drink.
"Are you staying with us long?" he asked with obvious interest.
"You know, I haven't decided yet," I placed the hot cup on the saucer.
"Everyone says that," Azazel snorted, and his body, turning into a black mass, smoothly flowed back upwards.
"I'm, as usual, up here on the ceiling, if anything," a voice said from above.
"Don't pay attention," Raven whispered in my ear. "He's a harmless fellow."
"Just has thoroughly annoyed everyone already, the bastard," came a woman's voice from a table in the depths of the hall.
I, sipping my coffee, turned to her. At the table sat a well-groomed lady around 35, in a green dress, smiling haughtily while looking at the black mass on the ceiling.
"Now, now, now, Madame Mari, no need to insult me."
"I'd beat you if it were up to me."
The woman launched a hefty ashtray at Azazel; he easily caught it and a hand placed it in front of me.
"Sweetie, I am Madame Mari, mistress of the BDSM castle. If you're in our area, do visit," she smiled.
"Sylvia," I replied modestly and set down the empty coffee cup.
"It's nice here," I addressed Raven.
"Thank you," he replied, wiping glasses with a towel.
The entrance door opened slightly and a girl entered, around 20, not tall with a petite figure. She shuffled over to Madame Mari and, kneeling, kissed her wrist.
"Hello, Mistress," she said quietly.
"Hello, Katy, my girl, must I wait long for you?"
"Forgive me, Mistress, the ferry was delayed today, but I came straight to you," Katy began showering Madame Mari's hand with kisses.
"Kiss!" Mari thrust her feet in shoes forward.
Katy, without delay, bent down, getting on all fours, and without missing a millimeter, began licking and kissing the Mistress's shoes.
"You know what to do, bitch," Mari said with a laugh.
Katy took off Mari's shoes one by one, and taking her right foot in her palms, began licking the toes through the fabric of the black stockings. Mari moaned with pleasure, clearly enjoying her dominance. Katy smoothed the sides of the foot with her fingers and ran her tongue underneath, along the sole, then took her toes into her mouth and began passionately sucking.
"Now Mari, I did ask," Raven said politely and regretfully, "you have a castle, after all."
"Raven, be quiet," Mari groaned in reply.
Katy was already massaging her Mistress's calves with her fingers and moving higher, lifting the hem of her dress to mid-thigh.
"Good girl, clever girl," Mari reached out and ran her palm over Katy's cheek.
Katy is now kissing Mari's thighs and rubbing her cheek against them.
"Yes, bitch, keep going," Mari said, lifting her hips and raising her pelvis from the chair.
Katy obediently, slipping her fingers behind her panties, pulled them down over her thighs, pressed them to her face, and inhaled.
"Like them, bitch? Open your mouth!"
Katy obediently opened her mouth. Mari leaned slightly towards her and spat onto Katy's tongue. Katy swallowed it all and moved closer to Mari's crotch.
"What are you looking at? Lick, bitch!" Mari said and slapped Katy.
Katy cried out and, sticking out her tongue, ran it over the Mistress's lips and began moving it around her pussy. Mari froze and began breathing heavily and irregularly. Katy started licking her lips, teasing them back and forth and from bottom to top. I even noticed from a distance how Mari's lips became wet. Katy moaned softly and licked.
"Ooohhh, yeeess, yes," Mari placed a hand on the girl's head and pressed her closer, began moving her hips and rubbing against Katy's mouth.
Katy smacked her lips, licking up the wetness and sucking on the Mistress's lips.
I watched everything happening without looking away and felt my thin panties getting wet. Mari looked intently into my eyes, squeezed Katy's head between her thighs, and, taking a noisy breath, began to cry out loudly
"Aaaa, fuuuuck, yeees bitch, yeeees."
She wiggled her hips, arched her back, and without breaking eye contact with me, began to come violently.
"That's enough, that's enough, my girl," Mari pushed her partner away and patted her cheeks. "I expect you at the castle this evening."
I looked at Raven.
"Does this happen often here?" I asked him quietly.
"Actually, it's forbidden in the tower, but Mari is Mari!" he sighed, wiping glasses.
"Sweetie, come visit, I'll be glad," Mari said quietly to me as she passed by.
"Raven, make coffee for my girl," Mari waved her hand at Raven and, adjusting her dress, disappeared behind the massive door.
The satisfied Katy sat down at the bar counter.
"Lenochka, time for the office. Will you have coffee?" Svetlana Georgieva brought me back to reality.