It won't be easy for you. Now you are just trying to escape from another enslaver. Where this leads will depend not only on you...

Escape from the lair of another enslaver was not an easy task for you...

Only a persistent desire for freedom and the memory of your duty towards your father could maintain the will to fight in your mind.

Thanks to your mental efforts every day to retain the memory of the safe route (Kael took you through a minefield along this route), you were able to navigate the dangerous sandy terrain near the hidden entrance to Kael's lair. Your attentiveness also helped you a lot: you were able to see the footprints of Kael’s shoes. You carefully took one step at a time, strictly following the direction of the tracks.

All this happened at the turn of the day and dawn. The rays of the dawn sun illuminated the area. Fortunately for you, because of these rays, the visibility was sufficient for you to inspect the direction of your movement in advance.

So, you managed to escape from the lair of Kael. But now you need to survive in the wasteland on your own and find information about your missing father...

In a hurry, you managed to take only the necessary minimum of useful things from Kael. On your shoulder is a bag on a sling, inside which is a small amount of supplies (pieces of dried meat from lizardmole, a small flask of water) and ammunition (a couple of dozen rounds of ammunition for a double-barreled sawed-off shotgun). You are holding a double-barreled sawed-off shotgun in your hands. Unfortunately, you simply didn’t have time to find a small automatic pistol (Kael probably hid it somewhere).

So, you have a weapon and some supplies.

However, your clothes now are things that will clearly attract attention...

Tight black fishnet stockings; women's high-heeled shoes; a black miniskirt that barely reaches a length of 20 centimeters; black women's thongs; a short women's top in a gray shade, on which the inscription “WHORE” is sloppily written in pink paint.

These are extremely provocative looking clothes of a slutty prostitute...

This clothing looks like a visual “invitation” to any person you meet...

“Invitation” to fuck your lustful holes in the most hard way.

However, the alternative - traveling naked - is an even worse plan...

Until you have the opportunity to find more... decent clothes.

You continue to walk through the steppe expanses of the wasteland (your path deliberately ignores the road so that Kael cannot find you) and reflect on your tragic fate and what you need to do next.

You sadly think: “I have been turned into meat for fucking... And the saddest thing is that I cannot say that sex in the passive role of a pathetic sissy slut does not bring me pleasure... My body has been changed by these chemicals that are part of the pinkish pills... I I can't even feel my own dick! This tiny appendage now only vaguely resembles the genital organ of a real man... Of course, I will try to remove the metal chastity cage from my penis as soon as the opportunity arises. But I’m not sure that this will greatly help restore my masculinity... However, now I need to think about the main thing - how can I find information about where I can find my missing father.”

You keep walking hour after hour.

The rays of the rising sun intensify.

As you cross ravines overgrown with steppe grasses, you hear the chirping of cicadas. Butterflies and beetles fly around sparse bushes. In the sky you see distant flocks of birds flying in different directions.

The nature of the wasteland leaves a strong impression on you.

Previously, you only thought about what was connected with your person: your hardships and suffering, salvation from slavery, the search for your father.

Now the moments have come when your gaze sees the enormity of the surrounding world and the diversity of nature.

Your life in the bunker was immeasurably more monotonous.

There were no vast expanses of steppe, a huge number of living creatures, majestic skies with huge bushy clouds...

Of course, it was much safer to live in a bunker than on the surface of the earth.

But any development is unthinkable without risk. Danger is an eternal companion of any developing life. Only those who have never lived are absolutely safe...

All this proves the contradictory nature of existence: there are no unambiguous phenomena in the world; every phenomenon, thing or person is a mixture of contradictory qualities.

As you survey the area and continue driving, you must be careful. Your hands firmly hold a double-barreled sawed-off shotgun.

One of the most pressing problems: the uncertainty of your geographical location. You tried to escape as quickly as possible from the next enslaver. But you do not have sufficient knowledge about the nearest settlements. At the very least, you don’t know where you can find a relatively safe place to sleep and sources of information about your father. You remember Crater City (you can't go there - unless you want to end your days as a prostitute in Madame Ro's brothel), the ruined village of Muktree (if you manage to go there, you have a very slim chance of finding something... something useful in the ruins), about the trading post of ghoul Kenneth (he is a friend of the vile Dunik - therefore, you better not go to him).

Troubling thoughts like these continue to plague your mind as you continue through the wasteland.

Step by step you walk, despite your fatigue.

After three hours you had to take a short break. You ate and drank some water. Water clearly needs to be saved. There is not enough water. You should obviously find a source of water and replenish your supplies soon.

After resting, you continue on your way.

It's already the middle of the day. You continue to walk purposefully in the hope of finding at least someone who can help you. You need at least minimal help.

Suddenly you hear strange sounds.

The rustle of grass.

Sounds of liquid dripping.

You carefully approach one of the small ravines and you look out from the thickets of grass.

Before your eyes is a silhouette...

Person who is squatting. You see this person only from the side. But this is enough for you: you understand that this is a girl (large buttocks, long hair, if you look closely you can see small breasts that strain the fabric of a dirty and torn T-shirt.

She is sitting in a squatting position.

Her torn leather pants (probably clumsily made from the skins of some local animals) are pulled down. You see a naked female butt. The distinct sound of a stream of liquid touching the surface of the earth. The corresponding pungent odor. It’s not difficult for you to understand what exactly this girl is doing now.

She's peeing.