Cynthia Goes On An Adventure
Copyright© 2008 by Lazlo Zalezac
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Sid's girlfriend knows about the portal to Crossroads. Driven by a minor streak of jealousy, she wants to meet his caretaker. To do that, she has to serve as Hero Companion and journey to Chaos.
Moving very gingerly, Cynthia walked into class. One of the women looked at her and snickered. Another woman said, "It looks like Sid had his way with you. I haven't walked around like that since I lost my virginity to a guy with a cock the size of a baseball bat."
Cynthia glared at the woman who had been talking, but didn't bother to give an answer. There had been a lot of catty little comments since she had started dating Sid. She was too focused on reaching her chair to respond. Her entire body hurt.
Another woman said, "It looks like Sid did a number on her."
Sid cleared his throat and said, "Manners would normally dictate that I not respond to comments like that. However, I will make an exception in this case. Cynthia was thrown off a horse yesterday afternoon."
"Comparing yourself to a horse, now are we?" the woman asked prompting a titter of laughter. She was wearing a tube top that showed too much skin and displayed her assets in a too obvious fashion.
"No. I'm just stating a fact. She fell off a horse," Sid answered in a cold voice.
She snorted and said, "So you like to be on the bottom."
Sid looked at the woman and leaned forward a touch. In a voice low enough that she was the only one who could hear it, he said, "Your words speak ill of you rather than Cynthia or me. Talk like that makes you sound like the whore that your appearance only suggests."
"How dare you?" the woman screamed.
"I dare with great ease. I only commented on the appearance that your actions, dress, and words give you. Rather than hold you up for ridicule, I did so in manner that no one else could hear," Sid answered moving over to his seat.
Professor Smith entered the class room and all discussion slowly came to a halt. She stood at the front of the class and said, "The assignment for today was to read Don Quixote. I'd like to know what everyone thought of that book in terms of being a commentary on heroism."
One of the guys in class said, "Don Quixote had bats in his belfry."
"He was a loon," another guy said.
One of the women said, "I'd say that whole bit about being a knight in shining armor is crazy."
Professor Smith turned to Sid and asked, "What did you think, Mr. Jones?"
Sid was silent for a moment as he considered his answer. Every eye in the room turned to watch him. Finally, he said, "The character, Don Quixote, was insane and it is easy to laugh at him. After all, he tilts at windmills thinking they are giants. He takes offense where none has been given.
"The fact is that Cervantes depicted him as a heroic figure for the purpose of mocking chivalry and heroism. Cervantes meant to imply that the codes of honor and the heroic deeds depicted within Grail literature never existed in reality. He's saying that the attempt to live by the codes of chivalry is crazy. I might be wrong, but that was how I read it.
"Despite any loss of mental abilities, Don Quixote maintained that code of honor. He was a hero. The dangers he faced might not have been real, but he faced them bravely. He charged the windmills thinking they were giants. There's something heroic about that. How many people would charge into danger like that? Few people would and that is what makes him a hero.
"Cervantes did a great disservice to chivalry. The codes are an ideal. There is nothing crazy about trying to live a life of honor. It may be great literature, but Cervantes was wrong in equating insanity with a desire to be a better person."
"Interesting," Professor Smith said nodding her head. She looked around and said, "Does anyone want to comment on the story?"
Cynthia raised her hand. When she was called upon, she said, "I feel that there is a loss when he finally returns to sanity and gives up chivalry. The world suddenly becomes a duller place. Rather than giants walking the land, we end up with windmills. Rather than magic at play, we find deception at work. In a way, I prefer the world of Don Quixote rather than the world of Alonso Quixano."
"Would you like to live in that world?" Professor Smith asked with a smile.
"Maybe not, but it might be an interesting place to visit," Cynthia answered. She had already learned that thinking about going on adventure with Sid was one thing, but preparing for it was another matter all together. The fall from the horse the previous day had convinced her that it wasn't going to be a typical walk through the park. She wondered how the real thing would be.
The next Saturday evening, Cynthia walked into the house with Sid and collapsed on the couch. She was wearing blue jeans, a thick shirt, and hiking boots. Exhausted, she said, "I don't think I can move another inch. This has been harder than I thought it would be."
"I told you that it would be difficult. I've been training my entire life for this," Sid said.
While removing her hiking boots, Cynthia said, "I read The Lord of the Rings with those little Hobbits traveling all over the place. When I read about them hiking here and there, it really didn't mean much to me."
"Wait until you have to eat trail rations. Even better, wait until it rains for three days straight and everything you have is wet. You can't start a fire because every scrap of wood is soaked. The least little wind blows through you; chilling you to the bone. Wet nights spent huddled under a tarp leave you tired," Sid said watching the expression on her face.
"I'll survive," Cynthia said gamely. She wasn't going to let Sid talk her out of going with him on his next adventure.
Seeing how tired she was after a simple eight hour hike through open country, Sid had his doubts that Cynthia would be up to the rigors of Chaos. Concerned, he asked, "Are you sure that you want to do this?"
"Yes," Cynthia answered. She wanted to find out what this Sally Caretaker woman looked like more than anything. There was no way that she was going to let Sid go off to see that other woman without being there.
"We go next weekend," Sid said. He didn't feel that she was ready. It didn't matter that he had her exercising in the morning; training with a staff every night; and hiking during their free time. She wasn't ready for Chaos; she didn't have the mindset necessary to survive there.
"I know," Cynthia said thinking that she couldn't have walked to the closet at this moment if her life depended upon it. All she wanted to do was sleep.
"I'll fix us something to eat. After dinner, we'll practice with the staff," Sid said.
Cynthia groaned at the thought of trying to use the staff. She wondered if she could even lift it considering how tired she was. Instead of complaining, she said, "Okay."
Sid looked at her with a frown. It would be better if she admitted when it was too much for her rather than allow herself to get injured. He would wait until after dinner to see if she was in shape to practice. He said, "I'll get started on dinner now."
He headed into the kitchen to prepare a meal that would replace the calories burned during the day. There were two steaks waiting in the refrigerator. They'd provide protein which would help her build a little muscle mass.
After wrapping two potatoes in foil, he threw them in the oven to bake knowing that they would take forty-five minutes to cook. He looked out of the kitchen door into the living room. Open mouthed, Cynthia was sprawled out on the couch asleep. He grinned at the sight and went back into the kitchen rather than wake her.
He rummaged through his pantry for other things to serve with the steak. All that he was able to come up with was a can of baked beans. With all of the time spent training Cynthia, he had let his shopping slide. He set the can aside and went into the refrigerator. There was half a head of lettuce and he decided that he'd add a salad to the dinner as well. She was going to be hungry when she woke.
Five minutes before the steaks, baked potatoes, and beans were finished, Sid stuck his head out of the kitchen. He called out, "Dinner is ready."
Cynthia groaned and rolled over wanting to get some more sleep. She didn't even bother to voice her complaint. Sid said, "Wake up. Dinner is ready."
Cynthia opened her eyes and stared at him. She found it hard to believe that he was still so energetic. It wasn't fair; he was doing the same things that she was doing and it didn't seem to affect him. The more she thought about it, she realized that he did more than her. She slowly climbed up from the couch and moved towards the bathroom. She said, "I've got to wash up before dinner."
"You might want to hurry," Sid said with a grin. He went back into the kitchen to finish the meal figuring that it would hit the table about the same time she finished washing.
Five minutes later, Cynthia entered the dining room and looked at the meal. She had eaten more beef since starting the training program with Sid than she had eaten over the previous year. It didn't matter. She was hungry. She said, "It looks good."
"I hope you like it," Sid said.
"I'm so hungry I could eat a horse," Cynthia said thinking that she could have eaten a bigger steak.
Grinning, Sid gestured to the steak and said, "Be my guest."
She looked at the steak in horror and asked, "Are you serious?"
"I'm joking," Sid said. He cut into his steak and tasted it. He was half tempted to neigh, but knew that she wouldn't appreciate it.
Cynthia cut off a bite of steak and ate it. Moaning, she said, "This tastes so good."
"Tomorrow is Sunday. I thought we'd work out a little in the morning, go horseback riding for a couple of hours, and then rest up in the evening."
"Shh, don't ruin the meal," Cynthia said piling a ton of butter in her baked potato. For the first time in her life she wasn't worried about calories.
Monday morning, Cynthia walked into class. She was sore, tired, and feeling irritable even though the previous evening had been spent relaxing. The woman who had been harassing her the previous week asked, "Another rough night with Sid?"
Cynthia replied, "You have no idea how cheap you look and act. If you had a clue, you'd be ashamed of yourself."
"You bitch," the woman said.
Tired of the constant rude comments, Cynthia stopped and looked at the woman. She said, "You'll never find a husband if you keep talking and acting like that. Men marry ladies, they rent prostitutes."
"Don't call me a whore," the woman said while attempting to slap Cynthia. No one called her a whore and got away with it.
Without thinking, Cynthia blocked the slap and responded with a backhand to the woman's face. She managed to stop her hand before it actually made contact. With the woman staring at her wide-eyed, Cynthia said, "Don't try my patience."
Sid had entered the room in time to see Cynthia's reaction. He was actually impressed with how quickly she had reacted. If this had been Chaos, she should have gone for the throat rather than a blow to the face. While she did have the control to stop before making contact, she didn't have the control to have made the decision to go for the face over the throat. An unprovoked attack required a brutal response. He wasn't sure if he should correct her or praise her.
He nodded in her direction and went to his seat to wait for class to begin. Cynthia went to her seat. She sat down wondering how upset Professor Smith would be if she happened to fall asleep in class. She looked over at Sid finding it amazing that he was so alert.
Sid leaned over to the woman who had tried to slap Cynthia and said, "She's been training in the martial arts. She's got the moves, but not the discipline to respond with the right level of force. You were lucky she was able to control herself."
The woman stared at Sid. He had the reputation of telling the things as he saw them. She asked, "What you do mean?"
"She could have killed you," Sid answered with a smile.
"You mean that..."
Sid held up a finger and said, "I suggest that you think before you say another word. You need to learn how to act like a lady before someone mistakes you as something else."
Although she had initially been interested in Sid; his military bearing and rigid sense of right and wrong had worn on her nerves. She didn't like that he felt he was better than her. The woman replied, "You act like someone stuck a fucking ramrod up your ass. You need to learn how to chill."
"I abhor that kind of language," Sid said shaking his head.
"See what I mean," she said rolling her eyes.
Cynthia looked over at Sid nervously. They were in the waiting room of the doctor's office. It was a typical waiting room filled with coffee tables loaded with old magazines, plain chairs, and bored people waiting to see their doctor. She asked, "Are you sure that I have to get an implant?"
"The rules are quite clear. You are not allowed to be fertile when you enter the portal or the entire time you are in Crossroads and Chaos," Sid said.
"Why?" Cynthia asked. She had read the rules and knew that he was telling her exactly what it had said. She just didn't understand the reasons behind the rules.
"I assume that there may be problems with taking an unborn child through the portal. Heroes and Damsels are not allowed to have sex on Chaos. Even in Crossroads, Damsels have to leave as soon as the egg is fertilized," Sid answered with a shrug of his shoulder.
"Okay," Cynthia said. She was beginning to think that this trip was a lot more effort than she had initially thought. She hoped that it would be worthwhile. Of course, defining what constituted worthwhile was a little difficult at the moment.
"I'm sorry. Those are the rules," Sid said.
"I know," Cynthia said. She had read the rules a hundred times. It was still hard to believe that this whole story of Crossroads, Chaos, and Damsels in Distress was real. She had to admit that it sounded a whole like Don Quixote with Sid cast as the starring character. The problem was that she had seen Sid disappear through the portal.
"It is not too late to change your mind," Sid said.
"I'm going and you're not going to be able to talk me out of it," Cynthia said. The only way for it to become real for her was to experience it herself. That required her to get the birth control implant.
The nurse came out and called for Cynthia. She stood up and headed towards the door to the examining rooms. Sid watched her go. He shook his head hoping that he hadn't made a mistake. Three weeks of training wasn't really sufficient to get her to a level where she would be able to handle herself on Chaos.
He thought about the missions that he could take her on. Although he was an experienced adventurer, having her along would require that he take a simple mission. It would have to be one where the danger level wasn't too high or the conditions too rough. He hoped that Sally could find a suitable mission.
Thinking about Sally reminded him that he had been away from her for two weeks. It seemed like forever. He couldn't wait to hold her in his arms. Those thoughts were a little disturbing to him since he had been having sexual relations with Cynthia. That reminded him that Cynthia would be there when he and Sally were reunited. Visions of a cat fight breaking out flashed though his mind. He said, "I hope that I'm doing the right thing."
A half an hour passed before Cynthia came out of the doctor's office. She was rubbing her arm where they had put the implant. As he rose from his chair, she looked over at him and said, "Well, I'm now protected for six months."
"Good," Sid said trying not to let his doubts show.
As they left the doctor's office, Cynthia said, "The doctor was rather impressed with how fit I am."
"Really," Sid said.
"Yes. It seems that I've lost a bit of weight and gained some muscle. She said that I was in pretty good shape," Cynthia said. She had asked the doctor to give her as thorough of an examination as time allowed.
"That's great," Sid said hoping that it was good enough.
Cynthia was silent for a moment and then asked, "Are you worried about taking me along?"
Nodding his head, he said, "To tell the truth, I am a little worried. Where we are going is pretty dangerous. The rules that you are used to don't apply there. Might makes right and since so many people want to be right you'll find that everyone is armed. Folks aren't too worried about law and order. If you are taken by someone, you could end up a slave in a brothel. No one will stand up for you except me."
"You make it sound like a horrid place," Cynthia said.
"In many ways it is a horrible place, but there are good people there as well. For every man of low moral character, there is a person of great honor. Most people are decent and are just trying to get by in life. I've made a lot of friends there. In fact, I have more friends there than here," Sid said.
Cynthia walked along beside him thinking about his answer. It wasn't until he had talked about friends that she realized that he had very few friends. In the two weeks that they had spent together, no one had called or stopped by his house. She said, "You don't have many friends here."
"That's true. I find that most people are rather bland. Their character hasn't been allowed to develop. They haven't been tested by adversity. I have a few friends in my old unit, but even there we weren't subjected to too much hardship. We were too far from the battlefield," Sid said. There were too many people who thought that the ultimate conflict was utterance of some socially unacceptable comment or the exchange of harsh words. He wondered how they would react to the sight of a massive wooden club swinging towards their head.
"What about me?" Cynthia said.
Knowing that it was going to sound very chauvinistic, Sid said, "I don't expect women to have been tested in the same way. Perhaps I'm a little old fashioned that way."
"Really? What about the Damsels in Distress?" Cynthia asked. From the kinds of things that Sid had told her about what the Damsels went through on Chaos, it would be hard to say that they hadn't been tested.
"You know, I hadn't thought about it like that. It does explain some things, though," Sid said thoughtfully.
"In what way?"
"I've wondered why I'm losing patience with most of the women in my classes. There are times when I can barely stand to be in the room with them. It seems to me that they are overly vulgar, crude, and spoiled," Sid said putting to words a feeling that had been developing ever since his uncle had died.
"They are vulgar and crude," Cynthia said, but she wasn't sure if they were all that spoiled. She wondered if she would be changed by her experience on Chaos.
"And spoiled," Sid said.
"In what way?" Cynthia asked.
Sid answered, "They expect men to put up with their demands while doing nothing to earn what they've been given. Too many of them think that they can buy the world with sex. Too many of them believe that it is a woman's right to have everything for nothing."
Cynthia was silent for a moment wondering if she fit into that category. She asked, "Do you think I'm spoiled?"
"Not really. I've been impressed with how hard you've worked to change yourself. You're a different woman than the one that asked me for my help," Sid said realizing there was a lot of truth in that answer.
Cynthia looked at the closet door with a sinking feeling in her stomach. Sid was watching the clock slowly approach noon. There were fifteen seconds before the atomic clock reached the fateful hour. She knew that she could back out anytime she wanted; even at this late date.
Sid glanced over at Cynthia and saw how nervous she was. Not wanting to force her into something that she didn't really want, he asked, "Are you sure?"
Biting her lower lip, Cynthia answered, "Yes. Let's do it."
"Ten seconds to go," Sid said giving her a last chance to stay behind.
"Is my makeup okay?" Cynthia asked nervously. The idea of arriving looking anything except her best filled her with dread. She didn't want to look like a plain Jane in comparison to Sally Caretaker.
"Huh?" Sid asked amazed that she would be asking about her make up before stepping through the portal.
"Does my make up look okay?" Cynthia asked.
"Yes," Sid answered still puzzled by the question.
"Let's go meet Sally Caretaker," Cynthia said.
Sid glanced at the clock and said, "Five, four, three, two, one."
Holding hands, the pair stepped through the closet door. They found themselves in the plain white portal. Sid looked over at Cynthia and said, "On the other side of the door is Crossroads."
"Open it," Cynthia said having difficulty breathing. She couldn't believe that she was actually doing this.
Sid opened the door and found Sally standing in her customary spot looking as lovely as always. She was wearing a translucent blue loincloth and nothing else. He was about to say something to her when Sally noticed Cynthia peeking around Sid.
Cynthia stared at Sally thinking that she was the most beautiful woman she had ever seen. She tried to think of a single movie star that even came close. She tried to say something, but her mouth wouldn't work. It was good because she didn't even know what to say.
Sally let loose a thrilled scream on seeing Cynthia. Jumping for joy, she said, "Oh my goodness. You are a beautiful woman. Come here my dear. I never thought I would be so lucky to be the caretaker to a Hero with a Companion."
"Thank you," Cynthia said. She didn't have time to say much of anything else. Sally had reached her and given her a heartfelt hug.
"Stay here," Sally said. She rushed over to Sid and greeted him in a very personal fashion that involved pressing naked skin against his body. She said, "Let's get you into the shower for a minute so that I can talk to Cynthia."
"Okay," Sid said amazed at Sally's reaction to Cynthia.
Before Cynthia had known what was happening, Sally had ushered Sid to the wash room to get cleaned up. While Dan luxuriated under a warm spring shower, Sally returned to Cynthia. She jumped up and down. Barely able to contain her excitement she hugged Cynthia. With real tears in her eyes, she said, "This is one of the greatest days of my life."
"Okay," Cynthia said staring at Sally. This was not the reception that she had been expecting. It was kind of hard to be jealous.
Looking Cynthia, Sally said, "We're going to have to dress alike for Sid. He'll like that. Which outfit do you think is sexier? Yours or mine? I really like your outfit."
"Your outfit is every man's fantasy," Cynthia said looking at the loin cloth. She had thought her dress was pretty sexy until she had seen Sally's loin cloth. It was such a simple outfit, but it stunning.
"Are you sure?"
Sally looked at the ceiling and said, "I need a loin cloth in the same style as mine, but vibrant green, please."
"That's gorgeous," Cynthia said when it appeared on the table. She also thought that it was way too revealing.
"Sid will love this outfit on you. I imagine that he'll try to take it home for you to have," Sally Caretaker said while helping Cynthia undress. She couldn't believe how fat her fingers felt trying to undo the buttons on Cynthia's blouse.
"It will definitely show a lot of me," Cynthia said staring at Sally's hands while she worked to undo the buttons on her dress.
Too excited, Sally stopped and hugged Cynthia. She said, "This is a dream come true. A Hero has come to Crossroads with a Hero Companion."
"You really seem excited to see me," Cynthia said feeling a little overwhelmed by the attention. She removed her shirt and skirt.
"My Hero is so virile that he can bring a Hero Companion with him. This will be on all of the talk shows for years," Sally said. She immediately started to remove the bra and the panties. She practically ripped them off in her excitement. She stepped back and looked at Cynthia's naked body. With a huge smile, she said, "You look like a goddess."
"Not really," Cynthia said. All of this attention by a woman was beginning to get a little much.
"You're so modest," Sally said. She helped Cynthia put the loin cloth on by holding up the ends while Sally closed the clasp on the gold chain that went around her waste. It took her a second to adjust the way it hung. Once it was on, she asked, "How does it fit?"
"Perfect," Cynthia said while turning to look in a mirror. Her breath caught in the throat at the sight she found looking back at her. She stood up straight and looked again. Considering how few clothes she was wearing, she expected to look like some sort of low class whore. Instead, she looked like a queen.
Excited, Sally said, "Let's get in bed and wait for Sid. I will take care of you once Sid has taken care of me."
Cynthia stared at Sally wondering what that meant exactly. She remembered reading in the rule book that on Crossroads Sid was the most important person, the Damsel in Distress was second in importance, the Caretaker was the third in importance, and the Companion was the least important. Then she remembered that according to the rules she wasn't supposed to have sex with Sid while on Crossroads. Staring at Sally, she said, "Oh my, I didn't think about that."