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The old woman took me to a small house located near the ranch. "Would you like anything? Supplies? Shoes?" "No thanks, I don't want to overstay my welcome." "Suit yourself. We've had some recent trouble with a pirate crew. They've set up shop in shantytown deeper in the forest, kidnapping people to sell them into slavery. Perhaps you've met them." "I've encountered a few lone bandits on the way, yes. They're gone now, and that's how I got this rifle!" "Well done, hija! But forgive me, you're not from around here, what's your story?" We sat on the front porch and I explained my journey, from leaving Boston by boat to this day. "Wow, it's been quite a trip! And I guess you want to go home, right?" "Exactly, I saw a lighthouse on the coast. Given its condition, people live there. Maybe they spotted my boat or know where I could take one." "You've got great perception! We do business with them, when we're not being attacked. Maybe you could help us. You've got a firearm, it's quite rare around these parts. I'm asking you to get rid of just one person, their leader. Get the general then the soldiers will give up without a fight." "I can do that, yes. If you promise to help me leave this place." "Agreed, I promise. Shall we go inside?" "You can stay here for the night. Your best chance would be to attack just before sunset. 3 a.m. might be appropriate. When you leave for the lighthouse, follow the main roads and don't venture out. Coastal pirates are far more vicious than those next to us." "Many thanks to you! I'll be back in one piece with your help!" "I'm sure you will! Good luck on your journey." I lay down on the sofa. The house had no roof and I could see the stars emerging as night began to fall. I had a quick assassination to do before reaching the lighthouse. I didn't mind, because the reward was a trip back to Boston. Once back, I'd deal with Queen Isabel and return to Katy. A simple plan for a peaceful life. Shantytown, around 3 a.m. I took up position on some rocks above the shantytown. There wasn't much to observe, my feet dangling perhaps, but otherwise I saw a couple of guards trying not to fall asleep at their posts while others made the rounds. I was looking for a muscular guy with a helmet on his head, that was the chief's general description I asked for before leaving the ranch. Once I had spotted him, I drew my rifle and aimed. Muscular man, helmet on his head, Spanish words given to his troops, it was definitely the leader. To be sure of killing him, I decided to shoot his upper torso, the least muscular part of his body. The shot woke up the whole slum. The pirates would soon be hunting me down, and I couldn't stay there. To get to the lighthouse, I had to take a road guarded by a pirate stationed in a tower. He was looking for me with his sniper rifle. Too bad he didn't know which rocks I was hiding behind. After my second shot, I ran away from the pirates. There was no point in wasting the few bullets I had left on them. I followed the moonlit dirt road to an abandoned village, one of my checkpoints before reaching the lighthouse. I made my way to the small village square, joined by the dawn and its chirping early birds. I could see the mountain from here, the main hub of my Costa Rican adventure. All I had to do was climb it and head back down to the coast on the other side. My ascent had gone perfectly, and I didn't meet a soul in the heights. The lighthouse hadn't moved since the last time, which was a good thing. It could have been attacked or destroyed in a matter of days. The main road led back down towards the coast. I still had some ground to cover, but my goal was in sight. I was almost arrived, but decided to take a break at a roadside cottage with its own greenhouse. Like the village, this one looked abandoned, but I remembered yesterday's conversation with the elderly woman - there could be pirates around here. As a precaution, I pulled out my rifle and headed for the front door. After inspecting the door to see if it was booby-trapped or not, I kicked it in with my foot. Everything seemed normal, the house had just been abandoned by its residents. I wanted to pick up some supplies before getting to the lighthouse. I'd forgotten a key part of the conversation with the elderly woman: pirates lay vicious traps. I stepped on a pressure plate hidden under the carpet and a grenade rolled to my feet. It exploded instantly, releasing a gas that asphyxiated me and made me pass out. When I woke up, I had been disarmed and stripped of my leather armor. I was tied to a post with my breasts exposed, in a rather awkward position. I stared at the small group of pirates who had picked me up and placed me here. I was angry at them, but mostly, I was angry at myself for having been tricked once again. One of the female pirates came over and inspected me from head to toe before speaking: "Qui es tu, étrangère ? Tu ne ressembles pas aux autres que l'on capture ici." She spoke in French and wondered what I was doing here. They knew I wasn't from this part of the world. "Fuck you, bitch!" "Une fille qui parle anglais ! Fascinant ! Le boss sera ravi de faire ta connaissance. Amenez la au cargo et apportez le joug, au cas où elle tente quelque chose." I was going to be taken to their base in a... joug? I couldn't translate that word and that didn't sound good. So the French word joug meant yoke. It was a device quite unpleasant to bear. In its physical form, because I could no longer use my hands for anything, and in its moral form, because I felt like a draught animal. I was escorted to the pirate base, with the man in front and the woman behind with her rifle pointed at my buttocks. I'd had better endings to my former vacations. We kept walking along the beach, the midday sun beating down on us. I had a gift for getting myself into perilous situations... To spice things up halfway around the world with pirates who spoke French. It was hopeless to try an escape without the risk of being shot. I would have to endure what was to happen next and find a way. The pirates halted by a boat stranded on the beach. I was forced to kneel while they examined it. I didn't need to know any further. It was my boat, and it wouldn't take them long to find out. The pirate woman stared at me to keep me subdued while the pirate man talked to her: "Une jolie fille et un bateau échoué, quelles sont les chances ? Tu penses que c'est le sien ?" "Je ne sais pas et j'm'en fous. Elle a de beaux seins cependant. J'ai hâte de m'occuper d'elle !" "Faudra voir ça avec le boss. On devrait y aller, les autres s'occuperont du navire." Perverted bitch, she was leering at my breasts! The pirates' base was a massive cargo ship also washed up on the Costa Rican coast. I could see dozens of them... it reminded me of an old factory in Boston. I was in a real quagmire, and it would get even worse after dealing with the pirates' captain. I was locked up in a cage on the cargo ship. Several minutes later, a man with a ridge and a killer's grin came and sat down. The pirate leader himself had come to check on his merchandise, me: "My men told me they'd picked up a priceless treasure on the coast, and they didn't disappoint. You're gonna fetch a nice fortune when I find you a buyer. An American girl, right? I heard they had a pretty good slave network up there." "Screw you and your men! I've slaughtered dozens like you, you don't scare me." "Did someone ever tell you the definition... of insanity? That's exactly how you sound, a disillusioned lunatic. Look where you are, trapped like a fucking rat! But don't worry, we've got plenty of time to fix that." "You won't get away with it, I'll make you pay!" "Keep talking, girl. In the meantime, we'll have to remedy this attitude disorder. Maybe spending some time with the crew will ease your mind. If you behave this badly, I'll let them deal with you as they see fit." "You won't break me that easily, I've been through worse!" "Is that a challenge? I'll accept it. We're going to take off those pants and gag you. You're going to be one of us until you're sold, sweet slave..." Completely naked and gagged, I was taken to a room, still yoked. A hooded pirate woman opened the door and saw me on the bed: "Hot new slave! Don't worry, I'll be nice to you." "Come on puppet, spread your thighs and let me work my magic." There was nothing I could do, no way to escape or struggle. I was going to have to endure their assault and resist with all my energy. Back in hell, from castaway to slave. I had to believe in my purgatory to save myself. After being soiled and humiliated by pirates for several days, they eventually found potential buyers. Remember my boat? Well, it was searched from top to bottom, and the pirates managed to contact a large group of raiders in the Commonwealth. I was bartered for guns and ammunition and sent back to Boston. I didn't think I would hate returning home that much. To celebrate my release, the pirate's leader decided to change my hairstyle, too rebellious for his taste: "Voilà, it's better like that! We'll miss you, American slave. We'll keep some of your hair as a souvenir. Bon voyage!" And thus concludes Act 5 (Chapters 21 to 24) of Calista's adventures. Will she manage to regain her freedom and complete her journey unscathed? To be determined in the final act! END OF ACT 5
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Anger provoked an adrenaline rush. I used one of my yoga poses as a fighting stance. One hand on the ground for balance, my body straight and both legs stretched in front and behind me. It was an inverted splits, which knocked over three out of the gang's four members. Not bad, I knew my kicks were devastating! The last guy still standing tried to tackle me. I sat cross-legged after my first move. This position gave me a considerable advantage: an outstanding view of his groin. I gave everything my arms had to offer, stopping his run by striking his lower belly with my hands. I rolled towards the man I'd just deprived of offspring. Among them, he was the only one with a rifle and therefore my best chance of bringing a swift end to the fight. Once I'd retrieved the rifle, I aimed at the guy who'd just shredded my tank top. I thought back over the previous minutes when his gang had assumed they had me. Who was the fool now? The humiliation I'd just suffered could only be appeased in one way: the permanent disposal of these bastards. With them gone, only their bodies remained behind me. I was proud of what I'd accomplished, even if my breasts were now completely exposed. Looking into the distance, I could see a radio antenna at the mountain summit. I had no reason to stick around, the gang didn't have the loot from yesterday's caravan. These raiders truly served no purpose... Except for the rifle. I took the main path to the mountain. It was a wide road with a few wrecked cars. I felt confident about the steep climb, despite having no shoes. The road ranged from gravel to dry soil. Nothing too challenging for a barefoot walker like me! I came to a crossroads where brahmins were drinking water under a tiny shelter. I could either go ahead where the path sloped back down into the jungle, or I could turn left and keep on climbing. I still wanted to give my legs another push and get to the radio tower. As I ascended further, I heard the sound of a waterfall nearby. I had made some good progress and deserved a refreshing break. The waterfall created a small stream. I crouched down and began to drink from it with my hand. The water was so pure, so natural, untouched by radiation. I wanted more, I felt a sudden desire to take a refreshing dip. I stripped off completely. At first the water chilled slightly, but once my whole body was beneath the waterfall, the temperature was just perfect, thanks to the sun. I could have stayed for hours enjoying the wild landscape of ancient Central America. It was definitely the best bath of my life. Being naked in this peaceful place was so pleasant, feeling at one with Mother Nature and closer to her... I rested on some rocks with moss, letting the sun dry my body from the wonderful dip I'd just taken. After a break of an hour or two, I put on my clothes (what was left of them) and set out again on the dirt road towards the mountain summit. I'd gained so much altitude that I could see the marshes from yesterday, even the beach I'd stranded on. I hoped to find some information up there so I could get back to Boston. I had reached the radio tower. The antenna appeared so high up, it could almost touch the sky. The afternoon sun began to hide behind a few clouds. I'd be surprised if I ran into anyone - it was quite a journey to get here! Someone was kind enough to unhinge the radio station's back entrance. I balanced on the door to get in. The place had been abandoned long ago. There were rusty old terminals, a desk with office furniture, some lockers and a chest inside a fenced-in room. Perhaps more interesting stuff awaited me inside... After searching the desk and lockers, both of which were empty, I found the jackpot behind one of these. A bunch of keys that had to open the security door and chest next to me. I was really hoping to find a suitable top, I could feel the cold hitting my nipples. The trunk contained a few odds and ends, but above all, a leather chest top. Made by Ropa Americana, a local store at the mountain's bottom. Thanks to whoever stored this piece here, I intended to put it to good use. Gosh, I loved my new leather top! Plenty of pockets for storage, a shoulder strap and an ammo belt. I'd done a full sweep through the radio station. There was nothing interesting left to find, not even a pair of shoes and there wasn't enough power to restore it. I did, however, identify its source: wind turbines on the plateau above. Dusk was falling softly over Costa Rica. I had reached the mountain peak and wanted to see what lay on the other side. Not that I didn't like the place, but I still wished to be able to return to the United States... Well, what remained of it. I stood on the cliff's edge. The view was breathtaking, despite the fog from the height I sat at. Trees everywhere, huge rocks on the beach, but above all, the place that caught my eye, a lighthouse. If I had a way of getting back, that's where I'd go. Maybe I'd find a boat, or my own, lost in the ocean. Fatigue began to set in. Fortunately, there was a small camp with tents and pre-war canned goods. I was going to spend the night here, plus I had my own security detail with this brahmin grazing peacefully. Tomorrow I'd head back inland to this lighthouse. The following day, I walked down another side of the mountain. I came to a small crossroads with a few shops, where I saw the Ropa Americana store completely cleaned out. On the next building's roof, I heard a radio and a man complaining in Spanish. I needed some info and hoped to get it from him. I used the ladder to reach the roof. An old man was trying to adjust the telescope lens. He didn't even see me, otherwise he would have asked about my outfit, especially my lack of shoes. "Hola señor, perdone, ¿habla usted inglés?" "Hola viajera, no hablo inglés pero mi mujer sí. Tiene un rancho al otro lado del río. Busca una vieja señora con un vestido blanco." "¡Muy bien, muchas gracias por la ayuda y buena suerte!" I crossed the river and landed above the ranch. It looked like a farm with Brahmins grazing in a cloistered area. I wasn't surprised to see that there were still people who knew how to domesticate animals. From my vantage point, I tried to spot a woman in a white dress - that was my English speaker's description. I toured the ranch, looking for someone. It didn't take me long to find her. The old woman in the white dress was running the ranch, but stopped when she saw me approaching. We both smiled at each other, as if we were already family. "Hello, I've met your husband. You speak English, don't you?" "Indeed, my dear, indeed! Come on, let's talk somewhere else." END OF PART 2
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Somewhere, on a sandy beach, around noon. The sea had thrown me out. My body was stranded on some unknown land. In my struggle, I had lost my jacket and my boots. I was still unconscious, the sun beating down on my exposed skin. I could feel the fresh ocean air passing over my thighs. My jeans were torn all over, as my tank top was. I didn't know how, but I ended up barefoot again. It had to be scripted somewhere, right? However, feeling the warm sand on my bare feet was a nice touch. If I could feel so many things, it meant I wasn't dead. And then suddenly I was back among the living. I pulled my head out of the sand, as if I wanted to escape drowning or wake up from a dreadful nightmare. Nature had tried to take me down but failed. Nothing could stop Calista the relentless. I spat out all the excess seawater that clogged my lungs. The salty and slighty irradiated taste still remained in my mouth, it was quite a bitter sensation. After I got rid of the water, my body seemed to be doing better, it was no longer in survival condition. My breathing returned smoothly. I looked at the sea for some explanation to my current situation. Where was I castaway? How did I survive the shipwreck? What happened to the boat? These questions would remain unanswered if I stayed here with my ass buried in the sand. I needed to go inland and explore. I struggled to get back on my feet, my hand still covering my trachea, which was burning from the water I had spit out. Even if the beach was nice and pleasant, I couldn't stay here forever. I saw a small dirt road leading inland. I walked towards it. I didn't think this would happen so soon, but I was about to live a new adventure in a foreign land. Lucky me. If I could make it back in one piece. I followed the small path until my body decided to throw one last bit of seawater. I leaned on the rock and spat it out. I had no more discomfort and started to move again. After a few minutes of walking, I arrived in a swampy area. It was huge and not without danger. I could see in the distance a creature that looked like a reptile but stood on two legs. Perhaps a dinosaur relative? I didn't want to find out, I was neither armed nor clothed to face it. I would spend whatever time I needed to get around it. Behind the swamps, a main road led to the land's core. A caravan was attacked and looted, leaving only the corpses of both a man and a woman and their carrying beast, the brahmin. I couldn't even retrieve the girl's tank top, filled with blood. I had to be careful, there were certainly raiders around, not very friendly either. Not far from the dead convoy, there was a small house that looked abandoned. It was mostly a pile of bricks stacked up and holding together. There was a word tagged right next to the entrance: Salvaje. I had some knowledge of foreign languages, mostly French but also a bit of Spanish. Salvaje meant wild, it would be consistent with what I encountered from there. Inside the house, I didn't expect to see a table full of supplies. There was also a cute iguana sitting next to the stock! Nobody lived here and if anyone did, nobody would stop me from feeding myself. My eyes were drawn to the three bundles of cash on display. Old world currency, with the country name written on it: Costa Rica. I knew where I was stranded now. I picked up the leftovers and looked for another place to spend the night. Ideally, a place hidden and sheltered. I found my perfect spot a few hundred paces away. I was attracted by a rodent noise under a bridge. An abandoned camp lay there, with two large rats roaming around. Would they mind if I crashed in? I didn't need a weapon to get rid of them. My feet were enough to take the rats out. "Shove off vermin, shoo!" This little workout showed me that I still had my great shape. And like any warrior after a hectic day, I needed to rest. I quickly got onto the sleeping bag. I didn't need to get inside because of the heat, even at night. I had survived the first day in this new land of Costa Rica. It was a nice place for a summer break but I wasn't planning on living there, Boston would be my home forever. I fell asleep with a clear head, dreaming of my next adventures. Early in the morning, I set off again on the road. The surrondings were wonderful, the sun lighting up the horizon. Maybe I'd find a village with people willing to help me, giving me a new tank top and a pair of shoes, even though being barefoot didn't bother at me at all anymore, even on the gravel road. Behind the destroyed bus was a seated woman. I tried to speak to her in my poor Spanish: "¡Hola! ¿Hablas inglés? Estoy perdida y busco ayuda." "¡Hola, chica! ¿Qué haces aquí con toda esa ropa rasgada? ¡Y estás descalza! No te preocupes, voy a ayudarte." I didn't understand everything, but I think she mentionned my clothes and my feet. She didn't look like someone who was keen to help me. I guessed right. The woman stood up, drew her flaming sword and brandished it at my throat. There was nothing I could do but surrender and put my hands up. "¡Por favor! ¡Me rindo! ¡No tengo nada, lo siento, no quiero morir!" "Buena chica. Voy contigo a mi pandilla, estarán contentos de ver lo que he encontrado al lado de la carretera. ¡Vámonos!" I was now being held captive by an armed woman who pointed me to a construction site not far away, with the Costa Rica flag waving. What the hell had I gotten myself into again... She was taking me to her lair and probably to her fellow gang members. I knew who was to blame for yesterday's unfortunate deaths. I had to find a way out of this mess or I'll be next in line. "¡Hey chicos! Mira con quién he vuelto, una bonita chica perdida. ¡Vamos a divertirnos con ella!" I didn't have to understand what she'd said. Actions spoke as much as words. I was an easy prey in a hunters' den. And they were about to capitalize on their latest catch. The gang closed in and surrounded me completely. One of the men pulled out a knife. I wasn't afraid because I saw where that fat pig was looking: at my breasts. Fear turned to anger. All I needed was an opening. Only one scum carried a gun. With it, the odds favored me. "¡Venga, rápido! Quiero admirar sus pechos." "Ya está, he terminado. ¡Cielos, qué bonitos!" I was forced to my knees while the guy cut off what remained of my tank top in order to display my breasts in the open. Anger surged through me and soon would boil over. "Vamos a tenerla con nosotros, ¿verdad, chicos?" Together, they laughed out loud. Without realizing it, those bastards had given me a brief moment of inattention and space to retaliate. I'd had enough of this, they were going to pay heavily. END OF PART 1