The story of a girl climbing a very special tower.
The Blessed Cursed Tower
“This is outrageous!” the warlord cried as another dead body of the samurai that had been sent to deal with the drought was laid before him. The samurai’s skin had been flayed with hundreds of small cuts.
“Not one of you!” he pointed to the remaining samurai “Can deal with this?” with that question his hand moved to a small model of the landscape that the kingdom was it. On it and out of proportion was the warlord’s castle as well as the ominous black tower that had mysteriously appeared at the source of the river.
That black tower had appeared several months ago and suddenly the flow of water vanished into the blackness of the tower itself. The warlord had sent his best samurai to drive out whoever had build that confounded structure that was now causing the drought in his land. Each and every one of them had come back just like the one lying dead before him.
“Your excellency, your excellency!” the courts highest advisor burst into the room carrying a heavy tomb. The samurai that were left parted left and right before him. “I have found the answer to your problems in the old scriptures.” He panted like a dog as he bowed down before the warlord.
“Speak and if your solution fail this time. You will not speak again, ever.” The warlord commanded.
“Your humble servant does not lie. I have found this book of great value a history of this area. It details the droughts and I have found that every fifty years a drought comes along and your glorious ancestors have dealt with it by sending the most beautiful woman in the land into the black tower.” The advisor explained, head bowed with the book presented at the correct pages for the warlord to peer over them.
“It is a pity but this must end or the peasants will be in revolt. Send for the most beautiful woman in the land.” The warlord ordered.
“We hear and obey.” The samurais stood up thumping their chests once before filing out.
“So this is the most beautiful creature in the land?” the warlord asked studying the woman with long black hair that reached her waist dressed in a flowing red kimono in front of him as if he was inspecting a prized catch.
“Yes.s.s.” the advisor stammered.
“What is your name?” imposed the warlord.
“Rumi. Exalted one.” Rumi answered.
“Rumi. What a wonderful name for such a wonderful woman.” He commented stroking his beard. “I want her for myself send the next best.” He said to his advisor.
“But your Excellency. If you do not send her and the peasants population revolts we cannot defend you with the reduced number of samurai.” The advisor hurriedly explained.
“Then take her while I do not see her. If I see her again I won’t let anyone touch her, harm her or love her.” He said with his back turned.
The advisor hurriedly ushered Rumi out of his Excellency’s view.
“What you have to do is simple.” The advisor said to Rumi as she was escorted to the door of the black tower by several of the finest samurai left. Even they couldn’t stop staring at her beauty.
“Find whatever diabolical monster is inside and kill it. Use your beauty, charm and this poisoned dagger.” The advisor handed the dagger to her.
Rumi couldn’t help notice that as she advanced to the monolithic black doors to the tower the samurais were staying back. The doors looked heavy to move but as she laid a finger on the door it slowly swung open without effort. She walked in clutching the dagger.
The door closed silently behind her locking her inside away from the escort that she had. The advisor wiped his brow thinking ‘I hope this works or I and my family will have to flee’.
Inside the tower it was a void there was nothing there except one crystal shard that was laying on the floor of the tower. It was that one crystal shard that was lighting up what Rumi could see of the tower. She went closer to it, knelt over it and was about to pick it up when.
“Do not touch that!” an angry voice sounded from above her. Startled she back up to the towers wall trembling causing the dagger to rattle in its sheath.
“Do not touch that!” the voice sounded again but this time more cautiously.
“That is a multiplication crystal shard. You do not want to fight me carrying that with you. It will multiply the amount of damage you do but will also multiply the amount of pain your feel if I hit you.” The voice explained. “If you want to fight me you will have to climb to the top of this tower.”
“Who are you?” Rumi cried upwards to the blackness of the tower. “And why do you want to help me?”
“I sense that you are different.” The voice merely stated “And you will need this to reach the top, as there are no stairs.” As the voice said that a long single piece of linen no wider than two inches fell from above down to the floor.
Rumi, eager to defeat her enemy so that she could go home grasped onto the linen that had been provided for her and began climbing. She had gotten about two feet off the floor when the linen above her ripped and she fell hard onto the stone floor the dagger spinning off to the walls as she landed.
“Your too heavy for the linen to support you.” The voice laughed. “Maybe you should leave behind some of the clothes and weapons your carrying.” The voice smugly suggested. “Here let me give you some more length. The linen lowered itself until the tip that had been ripped off once again rested on the floor.
Rumi stripped off her kimono leaving only her undergarments and attempted to climb the linen again. No sooner as she beat her previous attempt with all her clothes on the linen once again tore and she was deposited, bottoms first on to the stone floor.
The voice just laughed. “What fat lady have they sent me this time?” The linen again lowered itself to the floor.
Rumi not to be taken as fat, stripped off her undergarments and began climbing naked up the linen. She had gotten somewhat higher than previously but was still nowhere high, dangling about four feet off the floor unable to get any higher. “A climbing novice I see.” The voice said as Rumi struggled by swaying the linen rope that had been provided to her. “Let me assist you or you will be long dead before you manage to fight me.”
Shockingly to Rumi she felt the tip of the linen that had been touching the floor wrap tightly around her right foot. She couldn’t help find that she could now use her right foot to climb way better that she could before. Using this newfound leverage and the eagerness of whoever wanted to fight her she climbed by reaching with her hands and pulling upwards and then waiting for the slack in the linen to wrap around her right leg.
Rumi had begun to climb upwards and she was getting faster but all her weight was put on her right leg. She couldn’t help notice how each time she pulled herself up further the linen would wrap higher up her right leg until her right thigh was completely covered.
“This is taking too long.” The voice complained above her. “I will help you some more.”
This time as she climbed she felt her left leg being wrapped downwards from her tight to her foot and it wasn’t long before both her slender legs were covered in the pristine white linen that she was climbing up.
“I am tired.” Rumi wailed as she stopped climbing. She let go of the linen and began falling suddenly she was jerked to a stop as the linen had managed to wrap itself tightly around her waist.
“I don’t want you to go splat so soon.” The voice explained. “I will hold you here until you want to climb again.”
Rumi couldn’t tell how long it took her to recover but when she did she began climbing again and the linen began wrapping around her crotch deliberately missing her sex. She couldn’t help notice that the linen once it had wrapped her below the waist began to proceed up here body until it wrapped past the top of here breasts and around her shoulders. It was here again that she stopped.
“My hands are beginning to blister!” Rumi wailed into the darkness above.
No sooner than that she felt the extra linen that had been dangling below her as she advanced wrapped around her hands. She began climbing again not knowing in the darkness how close she was to the top or the bottom. What she could tell was that after her hands had been wrapped the additional linen was wrapping around and up her arms as she climbed higher.
It wasn’t long before her entire body except her head and her sex was wrapped tightly in the linen that she was climbing. She couldn’t tell how long the linen climb was nor could she tell now much more there was to go.
In fact it was when Rumi brought her wrapped hands close to her chest and suddenly bump her head against something above her that she finally thought that she had reached the top. Suddenly a great force wrapped around her arms binding them to the line of linen that she was holding. Another force brought her feet to touch her bottom before she felt them too being bound. Then the voice spoke again.
“Congratulations on reaching the top of the tower.” The voice spoke from under her.
“Where are you?” Rumi cried.
Suddenly from below a light appeared and as it drew closer it revealed Rumi with her arms bound tightly against the front to her chest and her legs bent so that her sex was exposed to the path of the crystal. “Ok I admit. I lose.” The voice said totally giving up. “You win and here is your reward.”
The linen quickly wrapped around her head preventing her from speaking and leaving only her eyes exposed as she watch the crystal ram itself into her. She felt some discomfort and pleasure but her muscles told her to eject the object. As she squeezed to eject it the linen flew around her sex binding it in its position leaving only one point exposed.
The crystal vibrated slightly in her sex as she tried to eject it only to do its job and multiply the vibrations. Making Rumi excited and wanting to eject it even more. This went on for several cycles each time getting more intense until her juices flowed.
As her juices hit the crystal, the crystal multiplied it and from the point exposed by the linen water gushed forth.
Outside the black tower sank into the softened ground of the riverbed a new spring erupted from the tower’s base.