They rode for much of the next day, stopping only for food. There was no sex, she was left alone with Anna. They talked. Whatever it was that generated such an abundance of fuck-juice, it was purely for entertainment. Their men were virtually sterile. All that spunk was unproductive. But there were children in the villlage Lotte protested.

 "I said virtually, not totally so sometimes it takes. We fuck as often as we can, with as many men as we can, sometimes we're lucky. But it's also quite pleasant. Many of our women, those close enough to your world, take menial jobs in your country and offer themselves to your men, just to get pregnant. We are the same species and many of us, a mixture of east and west. We are not so different."

"But not you?" Lotte asked. "You do not 'work' in the west."

"I did," replied Anna. "I have a child."

The Captain told them to mount up.

The reception in the village was nothing compared to that they received when they reached their headquarters. A ruined castle, overgrown with vegetation to an aerial observer, but a comfortable home for about fourteen people. Before they had reached it, The Captain had shot another red deer. A clean kill using his longbow. One of the men was dispatched to the nearby village to trade it for ale.

In the great hall of the castle, a wild boar was being spitroasted. A term very familiar to Lotte, but not in this context. There was no bathroom in the sense that Lotte understood it, but there were quite sophisticated facilities, including baths made from copper. She shared a bath with Anna, tonight there would be celebrations. They changed out of their day clothes into fine hand woven, hand stitched, very feminine dresses.

There was an abundance of delicious food and strong ale. They knew how to party. There were more men than women, the women taking the traditional role of serving the men, often being pulled onto laps and kissed, having hands pushed up their skirts or their tits scooped out of the low cut dresses.

The Captain banged the table for silence and said;

"Friends. This fine lady's chip has been decoded and we seem to be in the presence of royalty. She is none less than the wife of a senior counsellor in the west. She will fetch a fine price."

There was cheering and toasts to The Captain. He banged the table and continued;

"She will be treated with the respect she deserves, but for as long as she is our guest, she is just another cunt for us all to fuck. Draw lots for your turn."

There was more cheering and banging of copper ale mugs. Then silence as they drew lots. The Captain declined, as did Doc. There were six.

I can handle six, thought Lotte. I've had more. The parties thrown by James and herself were legendary. Sometimes entertainment was provided in the form of some kind of sex show, sometimes the guests would provide the entertainment themselves. Lotte had been challenged to a fucking contest. She had won easily, with nineteen.

A large couch was dragged to the centre of the room. Lotte was undressed by some of the women. The men stripped themselves. The winner of the Lotte lottery was perhaps the oldest man in the gang. Small, wiry, dark skinned. He had several teeth missing. His large cock was gnarled, well used. Lotte spread her legs for access. He knelt between her thighs, lifted her by the hips and pulled her to him. He missed his target, causing much mirth. One of the women guded him to her opening. Lotte was running with juice, she wanted this.

His thick cock slid home and he began his fuck. Slow, measured. There were ribald remarks from the audience, from both the men and women. One of the women said;

"I don't envy whoever is second, it'll be like fucking a bucket. Old Evan comes like a horse."

Old Evan did just that, pumping so much cum into her that it flooded out as he withdrew. Number two had a plan. He wanted her to suck him off, but pulled out as he came, discharging his generous deposit into Lotte's face. The third had her from behind, coming quickly. The fourth fucked her in missionary position. One of the women called for a break and cleaned her with an absorbent cloth, before declaring her ready for the next.

"This beauty," he said. "Has the best tits that I've ever seen and I am going to fuck them."

He laid his cock against her sternum and pressed it down while Lotte wrapped it in tit. Lotte squinted down to watch the bulbous head appear and disapear from her valley. He discharged onto her throat and chin.

Number six wanted her doggy-style. Lotte positioned herself. He pulled her bum-cheeks apart and moved forward, lodging his tip against the spunky distended hole. Then he paused and said;

"Can I have her arse Cap?"

The Captains voice boomed out;

"No! That's mine."

Chastened, Six continued on his previous route, sliding into her spunk-bucket, adding his copious contribution.

They seemed happy, the party continued. Other women were fucked. There were no refusals, no shame. It was natural. When everyone seemed satisfied, people drifted of to their beds. Lotte had been cleaned up by two of the women, one of whom showed her to her quarters. In fact, The Captain's quarters. A large room with two beds. In one was The Captain, along with two young women who she not seen before. Lotte was led to the other bed.

She slipped naked between the sheets, luxury, a proper bed. The Captain and the girls seemed to have been waiting for an audience. The bedding was thrown back and the girls began to work on The Captain's cock, passing it from mouth to mouth. The Captain fondled two slender arses, stroking his fingers along the peach clefts, probing into each fresh young cunt.

The girls tired of sucking, one straddled The Captain's face and lowered her cunt to be sucked, the other held his cock upright and impaled herself onto it. They leaned forward to kiss, tit to tit, answering Lotte's unspoken question, was lesbianism practised.

The Captain thrust rhythmically up into the girl mounted on his cock and held the hips of the girl on his face as he sucked her. Lotte could hear the slurps. Lotte's hand found her own cunt, now fresh and clean, the wetness all her own. Despite the tenderness from her recent multiple fucking, she masturbated.

As The Captain's body jerked when his spunk filled the girl, Lotte brought herself to climax. She lay panting, ready for sleep, fingers resting on her smooth, hairless mound. She could not ever remember being anything but smooth. At puberty when hair had sprouted, her mother had shown her how to remove it. Now her pubes were dusted only with fine, soft peach fuzz, like the rest of her body. Hair was not fashionable, even in men. Although some men affected to keep it, thinking it was macho. What would it be like, she thought, to suck a hairy cunt?

Any thought of sleep vanishished with renewed activity on the other bed. The girls changed ends, the one who had received The Captain's gift shuffled up his body and lowered her spunky cunt onto his tongue. The other girl moved round to suck The Captain's cock clean, at the same time reinvigorating it.

The girl on his face dismounted, the other girl lay on her back on the bed. The Captain positioned himself between her spread thighs and the girl fed his cock into her. The other girl remounted, this time on the prone girl's face. Lotte groaned and slipped her fingers back into her own cunt.

This time The Captain took longer to come, Lotte came before he did. He gasped as he spunked the second girl, then at last the candles were extinguished and apart from an occasional giggle, all was quiet.

Lotte lay thinking about her adventure so far. Three days ago, was it only three days? She had left home in search of sex, mainly to spite her husband for his perceived neglect. Since then she had had, what? Ten different cocks? She had no idea where she was or for how long she would be there. What was being done to find her?

She was alone in the room when she woke. There was a finely woven white robe at the end of the bed. She slipped it on and wandered into the main hall. Anna was in the room. She was given breakfast of eggs, bread and milk, shown to a bathroom with a warm bath, then dressed in clean clothes.

"What happens now?"

She asked.

"Mostly, waiting," replied Anna. "Your chip will be taken to one of the border crossings, along with our demand for what we think you're worth. We've never had such a valuable prize. Then we wait. We can listen to your messages, but we never reply, if we did they would find us."

"What if they don't pay? Would they kill me?"

Anna was aghast;

"We only kill for food. No, we would not ever harm you. But they have always paid. We could not just send you back, that would mean that they would never pay up ever again."

"So you would keep me here?"

"Would that be so bad?"

"Why do you choose to ransom, can't you just trade for what you need?"

"Gladly. But your government's conditions are unacceptable, they want to control us."

Lotte thought for a while. She had no idea that this was the case. She might just be in a position to change things. She changed the subject;

"Last night, the girls in The Captain's bed, had lesbian sex with each other. Is that common practice?"

"Oh yes," said Anna. "Why do you ask?"

They went back to Lotte's room and Lotte discovered what it's like to have pubic hair stuck in your teeth. But Anna's cunt tasted as sweet and as fresh as Lotte had anticipated. Anna was very skilled with her tongue, they gave each other numerous orgasms until they were exhausted. Lotte had always considered tongue induced orgasms to be the best, regardless of whose tongue.

Lotte was left to her own devices during the day, but was never left alone. Later in the afternoon, they gathered in the main hall for their main meal, apparently always a communal event. There was a lot of fucking and sucking. Lotte's bald cunt was tasted by everyone present, male and female. She in turn sucked every cock and every cunt and was fucked by each of the men at least once.

The Captain reappeared at the end of the meal and offered Lotte a choice, his bed, or sleep alone. She chose company. Alone in the big bed, The Captain revealed his gentle side, not simply fucking, but making love to her. She gratefully drank his spunk, knowing that there was more where that came from. The secret of how these men managed that, was one thing that could be traded.

He fucked her in every imaginable position, not coming himself but providing Lotte with seemingly non stop orgasms. Finally, he asked gently;

"Do you like to be fucked in the arse?"

Lotte showed him just how much.

The pattern was repeated every day, the men and some of the women left early each morning, leaving Lotte with two of three of the women. They were busy, but always had time for play. In the evenings there was the meal, followed by enthusiastic fucking. Nobody challenged The Captain's exclusive use of Lotte's anus, but he made sure that it was not neglected.

Eventually, there came news that Lotte's ransom had been paid. She would be leaving at daybreak the next day. She was accompanied, on horseback, by two men who she had not seen before. They were as lusty as the others. There was one overnight stop. Lotte invited them to double penetrate her, an invitation accepted with enthusiasm. They took turns with each hole, one coming generously in her cunt, the other in her arse. At Lotte's insistence, second coming for both of them was in her mouth. Her last taste, so she thought, of Outland.

Late the next day, they came to the edge of the forest, the edge of the neutral zone. Waiting in the zone, halfway between the two worlds, was a helicopter. Lotte made the final few hundred metres of her journey alone, on foot.

She persuded her husband to review the relationship between the two nations and was made a special envoy with access anywhere in New Cambria. She made very sure that there was always time to visit old friends.