The flies, the flies, never before had Brea been amongst so many. The forest seemed endless. Without the White Shield to guide her, she was lost. It was stolen, along with the rest of her possessions while she was swimming in a clear lake. Now, practically naked, but for her boots and shredded vest. She did have a valuable ring, and would gladly trade it for a night at an inn, with a nice soft bed, meals, and clean water. There was no sign of humans in this forest. Large patches of trees had been knocked over, and those that were still standing looked diseased. Occasionally, she encountered a stream and would drink and wash herself with the fresh cool water. The only thing to eat was mushrooms which grew plentifully among the dead trees, but eating those was risky, as many are poisonous. Eventually, hunger drove her to eat the mushrooms, and with each one, she wondered if that would be her last. She continued to wander from one dead patch to another, not knowing where to go, if she would ever meet another human, or even how long she had left to live. Finally, she sat down on a fallen tree and gave up hope for the day. "Take me", she told the gods, but there was nothing. In an effort to comfort herself, she caressed her soft, warm breasts, and thought of her body, and how she liked to touch it, and the intense good feelings that would bring. Before realizing it, her hands went from her breasts to between her legs. "Stop", she told herself "you're wasting strength". But strength for what, just so she could last a bit longer? She rationalized that it was alright, and proceeded to finger her lips down below. Rubbing around and exposing her clit, she wanted one last good orgasm before she died, along with this cursed forest. There were unusual sounds far off in the distance, and she could feel a strange presence. The buzzing of flies was a sound she could not get used to, nor could she get used to them landing on her. Everything seemed wrong, she was determined to leave it all behind for a short while, and continued to rub herself with more determination. An orgasm would make it all go away, at least for a short while. Finally, her determination and concentration paid off, the orgasm arrived. After licking her moist fingers, her eyes began to clear, she saw herself still lost and hungry in a dying forest, so she quickly inserted her finger in her crack and went at it again. A second orgasm followed. This time, when her eyes cleared, she saw the forest and her unfavorable situation, but decided it was time to get moving. She picked up her one garment and set off in a new direction. Though her situation hadn't improved, she at least had a couple intense orgasms to reflection as she struggled. Somehow, that was better. Tonight, she'll make a fire and be warm.