"Shelter" on the roof of a tall building... Smart move... Luck is on your side now. But for how long?

What happened at night...

Two naked bodies.

Your body and your friend's body...

Gentle touches to the skin.

Touching the most intimate and sensitive parts of the body...

Quiet sighs filled with pleasure.

Wet tongues that penetrate the most secret and sensitive areas of the body.

Streams of voluptuous pleasure that consume the mind and manifest themselves in streams of warm, salty liquid expelled from the bodies of the two former slaves.

You both tried not to make loud noises so as not to attract anyone's attention.

Your naked bodies touch, warming each other. The cool night air cannot extinguish the heat of your mutual arousal and tenderness.

What happened at night until you fell asleep in each other's arms will forever remain in your memory.

Why did “this” happen?

Fatigue and nervous tension probably affected both of you.

And probably something else...

A strange and strong feeling that has strengthened in the souls of each of you.

You would like to prolong the moments of intimacy, but...

If you hesitate, the chances of survival for both of you will tend to zero.

So, the sun has already risen...

The rays of the sun illuminate the city and vast expanses of steppe and desert wastelands. Somewhere in the distance in the east you can see hills covered with forest and silhouettes of mountains.

Events of the recent past haunt your mind.

Blood. Pain. Selling into slavery. Unexpected escape.

And now…

A huge city is all around you.

An unfamiliar and frightening city.

You are only now realizing the size of this slavetrading settlement.

From the height of the roof of a large building, on which you and your friend were able to hide from your pursuers, you see the winding and long streets of this city, many buildings (both dilapidated and looking large and strong), huge crowds of local residents moving along the streets of the city .

Probably many thousands of these wingless humans and... other creatures live here. Perhaps even about tens of thousands of persons...

This is simply a colossally huge number of inhabitants. After all, in your home settlement of windriders (which is located on the peak of the mountain) there live only a little more than a couple hundred people.

Tribes of windriders are few in number. Some of these tribes lead a nomadic lifestyle. Other tribes of windriders (like your tribe) are accustomed to living in a permanent settlement.

However, the number of such communities has always been small - only a few hundred persons...

The noise of the city is unusual for you.

You look at each other warily with your friend Ben.

His gaze conveys the same fear as yours.

He says: “We escaped from these tormentors... But we need to find a way home, Dar. We are now in the center of a hostile settlement. Dangerous events could happen to us here at any moment..."

You nod.

Your voice is quiet for fear of attracting the attention of someone dangerous: “We will definitely find a way home, Ben. But we need to be extremely careful... This place... This place is just some kind of terrifying nightmare..."

Memories of the ****, beatings and sadism of the cruel local **** traders make you shudder with disgust.

Ben asks: “But what exactly should we do? It's daytime now. If we simply fly to the east (towards the mountains where our home is located), then with a high probability we will be noticed. Armed locals will simply kill us. They have firearms. Or a worse option - we will be captured again and made slaves again. Surely, after our escape, the **** owners organized groups of armed pursuers... They perceive us as property. It is obvious that they will try to deprive us of our freedom again!”

There is logic in your friend's words.

You both got lucky last night. Those who bought you were too careless and did not bother with adequate **** control measures. You used your wings. The ability to fly is an important advantage. The darkness sheltered you from prying eyes. You have found a convenient place to hide (the roof of a tall building).

But how long will your hiding from your ****-owner pursuers be effective?

Or will their search be successful and you will soon be found?

While you are pondering the situation, the noise of the city streets reaches your ears.

The discordant cries of some large procession of local residents: "Glory to the Design of the Allpervading Mother of Changes! May the will of Mistress of Subjugation of the Weaklings be done! May the victorious wrath of the Great Overlord of Torments break out! Divine Patrons of the Great City of Babili - accept gifts and sacrifices! The will of the gods grants dominance! May the venerable rulers of the city be praised - Commission of Three Guilds!"

Your frightened gaze takes in the long procession of humans and... those who are not at all like humans. There are mutants in the crowd - each of them is like a three-meter heap of lumpy super-strong muscles... skin of an unnatural greenish tint... ugly faces... mouths with powerful and sharp teeth, bared in a grimace of half-mad frenzy... These mutants look like that green-skinned and extremely muscular mutant who beat you and... who fucked your anus.

Ben also notices what you're looking at.

He says in a trembling voice: “It looks like some kind of religious procession... Probably local cults... Look! Do you see them rolling three wooden statues on carts?”

You look carefully...

Your friend is right - three wooden statues move at the head of the procession. Your keen vision even allows you to see some details: two statues clearly have signs of a female physique (one statue is the image of a large-breasted beautiful woman with a plump ass, who has... tentacles instead of hair; the second statue is the image of a slender, graceful beauty who... has no face... and her entire body is covered with spike-like growths); the third statue clearly looks like the image of a tall and muscular man who has... three heads... three animal heads - a lion, an eagle and a snake.

The images of these local deities... make you feel weak and nauseous. Literally every small detail of these images exudes unrelenting cruelty, a sadistic perverted mind and a rapture of bloodthirsty ****.

These cults... are something frighteningly dark and unnatural.

You whisper prayers to the Spirits of the Mountain Peaks to turn the attention of these sinister mystical entities away from you and your friend.

Then you say to Ben: "Indeed, it is dangerous for us to attempt escape now. We'll have to hide on this roof until nightfall. Under the cover of the darkness of night it will be easier for us to escape from this terrifying place. As soon as we leave this city... What did these fanatics call the city? It seems Babili! As soon as we leave Babili, we will move in an easterly direction, towards the mountains. We will definitely return home. Don't lose heart, Ben!"

In response to your words, your friend acknowledges the validity of your plan.

So now you both need a rest.

During this day, you hide on the roof of a tall building.

Unfortunately, you have no food or water at all.

You both have to endure hunger and thirst.

But for the sake of freedom you can endure a lot...

Your goal is to leave this city of vile **** owners.

So, when the hours of tedious waiting are over and when the darkness of the night once again envelops the city streets, you and Ben prepare to leave your temporary “shelter”.

You are both completely naked (the **** owners took everything from you). No food. No water. No weapons.

But you both have the will to fight and a strong desire to fight for freedom.

When there are few passers-by on the streets of the city at night, you both take off.

Your wings feel the flow of cool night air.

You and Ben are flying in an easterly direction.

But Babili is a big city. It will take you some time to leave the city boundaries.

Will you and Ben be able to avoid danger during the flight?

Or will some squad of vigilant guards notice strange silhouettes of flying creatures in the gloomy sky?