Ontara in Peril Chapter 1

Ontara in Peril Chapter 1 Ontara in Peril Chapter 1

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Fantasy

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Imagine a world in which being non-human means a life of persecution and slavery, even as a sex slave. Now, imagine this world becomes ruled by a tyrant who seeks to exterminate all non-humans. Fortune seems to smile when the non-humans begin to rebel against their oppressors, and a dim light shines at the end of this very long, dark tunnel ...

Summary

Imagine a world in which being non-human means a life of persecution and slavery, even as a sex slave. Now, imagine this world becomes ruled by a tyrant who seeks to exterminate all non-humans. Fortune seems to smile when the non-humans begin to rebel against their oppressors, and a dim light shines at the end of this very long, dark tunnel ...

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ONTARA IN PERIL:

 

Chapter 1:

 

The city of Hykis, Sellyera's capital, was legendary for its beauty and opulence. In the centre was a small flat-topped hill upon which the majestic stone castle stood. In the olden days it overlooked the whole city, as it was higher than the other buildings that surrounded it. All around it, and stretching to the East and North, was a mass of buildings built with fine stone masonry, tiled roofs and wooden panelling so that they resembled the traditional Tudor style that one would find in Britain, or elsewhere in Europe, in the late eighteen hundreds and into the early twentieth century.

 

There used to be temples and shrines a-plenty where believers could go and worship, and close to Castle Hill there was a huge market square. There were stalls and shops selling wares from throughout the realm, as well as its manifold colonies, for Sellyera was not only a single nation, it was an Empire! And a human Empire at that.

 

Foreign ships filled the natural harbour in Hykis, bringing with them produce from throughout the known reaches of Ontara. But Hykis, as with the rest of Sellyera, had a dark and dismal side as well! Many of these ships did not carry cargoes of fruit, minerals or grain. Alas, a large number of them were slave carriers. Not only were slaves imported from other lands, but they also originated from Sellyera itself, for the land had not always belonged to the humans, or the Firyen as they were called by the other races. These fair-skinned foreigners had come from the Northlands, driven by the need to flee from the wars that ravaged their homelands, as well as the depletion of natural resources that had arisen from overcrowding and over-exploitation.

 

When they arrived on the fair shores of Sellyera they found a paradise, with forests that grew right to the shoreline in places, and rivers that were so wide and deep that their long-ships could sail deep into the hinterland. Soon the first human explorers had found that this new land was inhabited already.

 

The first people to settle in Sellyera were the Sylvan. These legendary folk lived in harmony with the forests of Sellyera, which they revered as the 'Us'Yarda', or 'Realm of the Ancients'. Their homes were often built in the boughs of the massive oak and beech trees that dominated the forests in places. So much so that it was believed that the Sylvan actually controlled the growth of these particular trees. Whether this was true or not was never established.

 

The Sylvan were a matriarchal society, ruled by a powerful queen. The early human settlers both respected and feared these folk, especially because they appeared to be immortal. While this was not the case, the Sylvan were known to live longer than the average human, and thus the myth of their apparent immortality began. Another reason why they were respected was because of their intricate knowledge of the forest that dominated the whole of Sellyera. This was significant because they were able to provide the newcomers with rare and exotic herbal remedies and medicines, that seemingly cured all but the most deadly of morbidities and diseases. Hence, to begin with, relations between the races were cordial by and large.

 

There was another group of folk, one that could not be considered a separate race as such, but that was very peculiar nonetheless. These were known by the Sylvan as the 'Quelyar'aye', meaning 'Touched by the Ancients'. These people travelled throughout the land, trading such goods as fur and leather in exchange for grains and other essential products. Either that, or they would offer their services as warriors during times of conflict. They were extremely skilled with weapons, as well as being seasoned horse riders. This is what gave them the advantage that was so sought after by those who hired them.

The most noticeable difference between these folk and the Sylvan was that they all appeared to be female. And yet there were always children running and playing in their camps. This sparked the rumour that they were either kidnapping children from other races, or young men with which they could mate. Soon the secret was revealed: Although the Quelyar'aye appeared to be female, they were in fact both male and female, in that they possessed the reproductive organs of both sexes.

 

The humans gave these folk the name 'Llianari', which meant 'The Third', and continued to be suspicious of them. Only fairly recently have the details of how the Llianari reproduce been revealed. In fact there are three kinds of Llianari, depending on how well the reproductive system was developed, and which one was the more dominant.

 

In the first category, known as the 'She-Femme', the male organs were relatively small, the penis being on average smaller than that of a normal adult male. The testicles were often hidden within the llianar's body or barely noticeable. The female parts, on the other hand, were usually well-developed. As a result of this, the she-femme was by and large incapable of 'siring' - their equivalent of fathering - a child, but quite as able to bear one as any mother would. In the case of the She-Male, both sexual characteristics were equally developed. In this instance, the male organ was roughly the same size as that of a male, if not slightly larger. These individuals were equally capable of bearing children as well as siring them. She-Men were the opposite of she-femmes. Their male parts were unrivalled in size, and more often than not caused some level of resentment among the human male population. They were also extremely potent, capable of siring many children with remarkable success. The female parts were often small and under-developed, and thus it was highly unlikely that a she-man would ever become pregnant.

 

In recent times, it was discovered that the original Llianari were in fact the offspring of the Sylvan. Sylvan society has always been characterised by gender equality. Over time, the females began to produce higher levels of testosterone, so that they became leaner and more muscular than their predecessors. Eventually these levels became so high that the effects of this were passed down to their offspring, who were born hermaphrodites, hence the first generation of the Llianari was born.

 

Perhaps the easiest way to compare the female physique in humans, as opposed to that of the other two races - the Sylvan and Llianari, is to look at how artists have viewed the ideal female form in all three. In human nude art there have been a number of changes: In the early stages, the nude was nearly always depicted as being well-rounded and voluptuous. Although later it became less robust, the human figure in nude paintings still maintained a soft tender appearance. In Sylvan art, the female form is stronger and more trim, without losing that essential feminine quality. The abdomen is usually notably more muscular, the behind smaller, and the overall effect more petite. In the case of the Llianari, this trend is far more pronounced. The extent of this depends on the type of Llianar the artist wishes to portray: She-femmes are usually similar to the pictures of sylvan teens, or 'wynim' in the Sylvan language. In total contrast, she-men are characteristically shown as strong and muscular, but somehow still extremely sensual.

 

Another example of the exaggeration of the sexual prowess of Llianari, especially that of she-men was the artwork depicting one of their earlier warrior heroes by the name of Aezore. She was a champion in the first uprising against the human occupation of Sellyera, and was always depicted carrying a halberd. She was also naked, with her gigantic penis always erect and ready, often with pre-cum oozing from the tip as a sign that she was more than a little eager to do battle against her foes. Or else it was flacid, as if she had just ejaculated, symbolic of the declaration of her latest victory.

 

 

 

 

In some cases this was disproportionately over-emphasised. The male organ was made much larger and thicker than naturally possible, and the overall physique would rival that of a seasoned body-builder, whether male or female. Naturally, when portraying two of their beloved warrior deities, Salmacis and Kulgen, these were depicted as the epitome of the Llianar ideal. They were always tall, muscular and extremely well-endowed. In contrast, Aluvatan - considered to be the Llianari 'Earth Goddess' - was always shown to be more petite, not to mention not as developed on the male side as her warrior sisters.

 

Although the discovery of their dual sexuality proved that the allegations of abduction and kidnapping were untrue, many humans still chose to believe in their validity. This meant that the delicate relationship between human and llianar was stretched until breaking point. Not only that, but the ever increasing demands on the environment, that resulted from human expansion, was quickly creating a rift between the Firyen and the Sylvan. And this is where the trouble started! The strife was further exacerbated by a growing religious fervour amongst the human population, one that was characterised by increasing discrimination against the non-human races. This reached the point where the Sylvan and Llianari were pronounced as being a cursed race, created by the Demon Rauko, rather than the deity Ontanwe, the 'Creator of All Life', by whom the world of Ontara was made, according to the human belief system that is.

 

It has often been said that the real reason for the conflict between the humans and the other two races had little or nothing to do with religious beliefs, and that it was fuelled by sheer greed. Sellyera was fertile, with rich soils and mighty rivers, but most of it was covered by the forest from which the Sylvan were quite happy to make their living.

 

However, the Firyen - or humans - were agriculturalists. They grew crops and kept livestock, both of which required open land, which was in short supply. Thus, as the human population expanded, the demand for arable land increased, and so did their desire for that which was most sacred to the Sylvan. At first they negotiated with the forest folk, and were granted permission to cut back some of the forest in order to provide them with fields upon which their animals could pasture, and for growing crops. But soon the Firyen became greedy. They began to demand more land, a demand which the Sylvan denied them. And so the humans started to annex acres of forest, and before the Sylvan could react, they had cut down all the trees and burnt the underbrush. This meant, that even if the forest dwellers were able to reclaim their property, they could no longer utilise it.

 

It was not only land that became contentious: The humans discovered that beneath the surface was a treasure trove of minerals, both for manufacture and enrichment. The problem was that most of the deposits were already being mined by the Llianari, who were both skilled metal smiths and creators of fine jewellery. It was they that forged the weapons and implements used by the Sylvan in both hunting and in war. Because of the human suspicion of these folk, the Llianari were reluctant to share their goods or skills with those who actively despised them.

 

The humans declared their land the Kingdom of Sellyera, and demarcated the boundaries, without consulting or negotiating the details with either the Sylvan or the Llianari. Within these borders were a number of Sylvan areas, including some of their most sacred groves. Not only that, but the Firyen also laid claim to many of the mineral deposits that were under Llianar and Sylvan control. Even at this point, both the Sylvan and the Llianari were prepared to come to an agreement with the humans, one that would benefit all parties, but the greedy Firyen demanded full rights to the land, and no compromise.

 

 

 

 

And thus began the determined subversion of the indigenous people of Sellyera. From being proud inhabitants in their own land, they soon found themselves as slaves and worse to these newcomers, whose only advantage was that of marginally better technology than the rest. This enslavement reached its darkest hour under King Byorngar, son of Byorndred, son of Byornder. He was a cruel monarch who surrounded himself with even crueller advisers and courtiers, not the least of which were the fanatical Order of the Crux. It was said that it was this faction that had begun the rumour that the Sylvan, and even more so the Llianari, were cursed, if not the spawn of demons.

 

They began commissioning artists to draw or paint pictures showing the Sylvan and Llianari's 'Evil Ways'. In the case of the latter, the earliest of these would depict them as having horns, fangs or tails like those of animals, a sign - according to the Order - that they were of diabolical origin. Not only that, but later artwork showed the Llianari raping their own young, something that these folk would never even dream of. Some of these pictures even went so far as to suggest that they even raped one another at knife-point, again an absurd allegation.

 

Perhaps the most damning, if not the most incredible, were the pictures that acted as a warning that the Llianari posed a threat to human females. While it was true that some women had taken Llianar lovers, this was purely by choice and by no means by force or coercion. Considering that the human males were often rough and even abusive, more likely to commit the heinous acts depicted in these derogatory paintings, it was hardly surprising that many women preferred the comparatively more passionate and more gentle attentions of the Llianari above their cruel male counterparts. The most far-fetched of these allegations was that they actively pursued and violated the Sylvan. The Llianari were the offspring of the forest dwellers, and for centuries had coexisted without any form of violence, animosity, or rivalry.

 

Not only were these paintings an insult to the Llianari, but to the Sylvan as well. The aforementioned works showed the latter as being weak and submissive. While it was most certainly true that Llianari were known to be sexually aggressive and assertive at times, their woodland counterparts, male or female, were more than capable of standing up for themselves. And besides, if it were so that the Llianari were abusing the Sylvan in this way, they would soon annihilate them or force them into exile or submission.

 

But the misrepresentation did not stop there. There were many pictures of Sylvan that were far from complimentary. They showed them as evil, cruel and malicious. Perhaps not entirely without excuse, the most maligned of the Sylvan was their priesthood, or more accurately their shamans. Known as the 'Estiaye' - if the individual was male, or the 'Estianaye' - if she was female, these folk were the spiritual guides and leaders in both Sylvan and Llianar society. In the latter, this person would be called 'Amandiel'. They were healers and herbalists, and were often called upon to bless the newborn, or prepare the dying for the journey to the 'Far Green Realm'. These peace-loving folk were the bringers and brokers of peace if there was strife amongst the people, and presided over marriage ceremonies.

 

Alas the artists, under the influence - and in the employ of the Order, made the Sylvan and Llianar priesthood to appear as wild, malicious, and even demonic beasts. Rumours began that claimed that any human caught in the Sylvan forests or near the Llianar villages, would be captured and either offered up as sacrifices to the evil spirits that they worshipped as gods and goddesses, or forced into slavery. This was perhaps the most ironic of allegations, because before long the very people who made these preposterous accusations, would become guilty of the very crimes that they claimed were committed by the other races. And what was more, against the very same people whom the humans, and their religious leaders had so maligned.

 

 

It was not long before the situation became even worse, as those who believed the propaganda spread by the Order, began to actively persecute the Sylvan and the Llianari. Wynim were taken captive and raped, many of them so brutally that they succumbed to their injuries. Some were violated in public, to be displayed as an 'example' of how the 'faithful' should regard these cursed ones. The Order would make sure that the wynim were first given to the most immoral and malicious of men, who would launch their brutal assault in a blind, and often intoxicated, fit of rage.

 

But it was the Llianari that suffered the most to begin with. Like their Sylvan counterparts, they were abused, mainly by men who could not find satisfaction in their own women, and enjoyed watching their victims ejaculate, not out of pleasure, but from having their attacker's own member thrust into them, stimulating the prostate until the inevitable occurred. Special beverages had been distilled by these brutes that could keep their own members erect and active for hours on end, and would have the same effect on the llianar victims, until either or both of them collapsed in a pool of semen and other bodily fluids. As with so many of the wynim, some of these unfortunates did not survive such prolonged brutality.

 

To the Llianari, the purpose of sex was more than just to satisfy a need, or even for reasons of procreation. It was considered sacred. The act itself was one of worship, and thus whatever comes from it was equally sacrosanct. Thus the very notion of having their precious seed wasted while someone violated them was doubly despicable.

 

Their human assailants mocked even the strongest of Llianari. She-men were often gang raped because their attackers knew that they would lose in a one-to-one against these formidable opponents. Soon they too were dragged into the streets where a mob would rape them until they were covered in human seed, often mixed with their own. Again, many of them did not survive the intensity or violence of the attack.

 

Perhaps those that perished were the fortunate ones. In the Northlands, from whence the Firyen originated, it had long been the custom to keep slaves, and the most common type of slave was the 'Nyenor', or eunuchs. As the translation suggests, these were castrated male slaves. The reason for their emasculation was so that they could attend to the whole household, including the female members, without any danger of them becoming romantically involved with any of those in their care. Or at least that was the impression.

 

The individual responsible for supplying these slaves was the Nyenor Master. He was usually a Nyenor himself, and was paid handsomely for his services. It was his duty, together with his assistants, to perform the necessary operation to transform a young man into a eunuch. So entrenched was this tradition, that an ancient relief sculpture was discovered showing the Master at work. He held a knife or dagger in his hand, ready to remove his target's sexual organs. The victim lay on his back, his arms tied to his sides, and a tight band around his genitals. The expression on his wretched face told the whole tale as his eyes were tight shut, and he gritted his teeth in terrifying anticipation of what was going to happen next. Meanwhile the assistant stood with a small tray in his hands, waiting to take away the testes, and sometimes even the penis, once they had been cut off. At least special attention was given to preventing the Master's workmanship from going to waste, as it would if his prize happened to bleed to death.

 

In the case of the Llianari, the Nyenor Master would be replaced by a Mistress, but her role was exactly the same. It was these that discovered that it was easier to remove a male organ, whether of a llianar or male elf, just after the individual had ejaculated and before the penis became flacid once more. After this, it was the general practice to stimulate the victim until he or she came, and while the semen was still spurting out, cut off the male organ. Thereafter, the testes would be removed by slitting the scrotum open, and severing the seminal tubes. This procedure more often than not proved to be fatal for she-men, whose massive organs were fed by equally powerful veins and arteries. Thus, when the penis was cut off, they would almost always die because of blood-loss.

 

If this mutilation was done correctly, the blood that poured out from the scrotum would be laced with the white strands of semen that never made it into the penis. As an act of obeisance to the human deity, this mixture of blood and semen was given to one of the priers of the Order to drink. Failure to do so would often mean the loss of licence on the part of the Master, if not of his life.

 

Once the victim had been allowed some time to heal, he or she would be either sold directly to a client, or put on parade in order to secure the best price. This had to be done soon after, because once the person had been emasculated, he or she tended to put on weight and become somewhat flabby, something that would certainly negatively affect their worth as merchandise.

 

In later times, there was a trend to remove just the male organ, and to leave the gonads behind. Another method was to slit open the outer skin of the penis, and remove the internal tissue, being the corpus cavernosum and spongium. The glans was also spared. This would leave a rudimentary organ, but without the ability to respond to stimulation. The urethra would be stitched together in order to allow the eunuch to urinate, whereas in the case of the total penectomy, an opening would remain for the same purpose.

 

Once these eunuchs were sold, they would be put to work. Their lives were characterised by abuse and misery. To keep them from becoming overweight, they were often under nourished and overworked. The only interaction they had was with fellow slaves, and with their masters. A few of their owners were good to them, and treated them with at least a little respect. At the opposite extreme were those that treated the eunuch's wretchedness with disdain. They would even tease them about the fact that they were sexually impotent.

 

And this was the reason why the testicles were often left behind. It meant that the individual was still able to become aroused if stimulated. Their mistresses would parade in front of the male eunuchs, and caress their own vulvae before them. The eunuch would soon feel himself become aroused, and like a soldier who still feels his lost limb after it had been amputated, he was certain that his severed penis was becoming erect. The woman would sometimes bend down, her maidenhead against his face, and order him to stimulate her with his tongue. If he did so to her satisfaction, she would stroke his balls until a trickle of semen oozed out of him. If not, she would leave him, his balls aching for release, and no means to do so. If he had displeased her badly, or if she was especially cruel, she would play with his body to heighten his desire before abandoning him.

 

Female mistresses also tormented their llianar slaves in the same manner. Those who had been faithful and obedient slaves, would be given the privilege of having their desire for sexual release satisfied in the same way as their male counterparts. If the slave had been insubordinate in anyway, she was often handed over to the man of the house. He would violate her until either her own seed spurted out of the tiny vestibule that used to be her penis, or his own filled her still fertile uterus. If she was a she-femme or a she-male before her emasculation, there was always a chance that she would fall pregnant. If this was the case, she would more often than not be forced to abort her child, a procedure that had an extremely high fatality rate.

 

But in both llianar and sylvan eunuchs, the worst torture of all was the destruction of their sexual identity. Like a gelded stallion, the once virile male sylvan had been reduced to a simpering, subservient slave, and at such a young age! Usually those chosen by the Firyen to become Nyenori were young males in their prime. They had barely passed their youth when their masculinity was taken away from them, along with any chance of having a family and children of their own. Many of them turned to their own sex for some form of relief and solace, and became homosexuals or even transvestites. Some of them even succumbed to suicidal thoughts.

 

The Llianari were the worst hit. Without their male organs, they no longer bore the very trait that gave them their identity, and there was no recourse for them to turn to for alleviation for their grief. Like many of the male Sylvan, a great number of them took their own lives. This was most common amongst the she-men. They could not sire children, and because of their own anatomy, were incapable of bearing them either. Thus they often felt that life had no purpose, and it was better ended. Fortunately, relatively few she-men were turned into eunuchs because of the high fatality rate, and also due to their legendary physical abilities. As a result of this, they were put to work at the most strenuous of tasks such as construction and ship building, as well as other jobs that required brute strength.

 

Because the Firyen were afraid of the so-called demonic Sylvan and Llianari, the males – in their own tongue called 'Lan', the plural of which was 'Lanu' - were more often than not turned into eunuchs. The wynim, those who survived violation at the hands of their masters that is, were put to work as far away from the home as possible, either in the fields or deep down in the mines, along with the male Sylvan and Llianari that were not considered desirable as Nyenori. Here it was fortunate that the Sylvan had always believed that their females were as capable of handling manual labour as the males, because in these harsh times, there was no place for the soft or fainting.

 

Perhaps the main reason why wynim were treated in this manner was that it was common knowledge, that when a hot-blooded male first caught sight of even the plainest of wynim, he would be smitten almost immediately by her beauty. He would abandon his own race, even his own family, because of his desire for her. This might have had some truth in it, because wynim are very beautiful indeed, and even those who are considered to be less attractive by their own standards would rival the most striking of women.

 

According to the dictates of the Order, and thus of the rest of humanity, this was the highest form of treason, and was punishable by a slow and painful death. The favoured form of executing a male traitor at the time was called 'Gelding'. Unlike that which was practised on horses, this would entail removing both the penis and testes, without any form of anaesthetic, and then leaving the wretch to bleed to death. The Order had also devised a number of equally sadistic methods of putting female traitors to death. Ironically, in human society, most executioners were women.

 

Soon slavery and abuse did not suffice in the eyes of the Order, and they commanded their followers to begin a campaign of genocide against the Llianari and the Sylvan. It began with specific targets, some of which were suspected of planning a joint Sylvan and Llianar revolution, a notion that was not far from the truth. Other victims were merely social and religious leaders who were slain because of the fear that they might be aiding in the rebellion. Again such claims were not without some validity, but soon the slaughter of innocents started. Whole families were murdered, more often than not in the most brutal manner.

 

The final straw was when not even the dead were allowed to rest in peace. A certain group committed acts of necrophilia upon those who had already suffered such terrible violence before they finally perished, and now - instead of being allowed to die with honour - their lifeless bodies were violated, even as it were, before they were cold.

 

The Sylvan and Llianari had endured enough brutality. As has been mentioned, plans of rising up against their oppressors were afoot, and it was the defilement of the dead that turned these into action. At the front of the charge, so to speak, was the mighty Aezore. This legendary llianar general was formidable in many ways. She was a cunning and shrewd leader, a skilled tactician, and one who demanded nothing less than total commitment from those whom she commanded. Not only was she a seasoned warrior in her own right, but a powerful one at that. It is said that she stood all of eight, and some rumours put her at nine feet tall. Although not overly muscular, her physique was toned and sinewy, the epitome of fitness and strength.

 

At this time there were those among the human communities who realised that the Order and its followers had gone too far. Even some influential individuals, including the King's brother, Rabard - Duke of Narbeth, knew that the carnage had to stop. Although many of them were afraid to openly oppose the might of the Order to begin with, when they saw that the Sylvan and Llianari were starting to rebel, they began to work undercover in order to secure an outcome regardless as to whether the revolutionaries were victorious or not. The reason for this is that they foresaw that any who stood against the powers that were behind the genocide would fail, not because of a lack of commitment or any form of cowardice from their side, but purely due to them being outnumbered and out-gunned.

 

The rebel base was little more than a camp. It was situated in the dense forests that grew on the shores of Lake Ontara. There approximately three hundred Sylvan and a further two hundred Llianar freedom fighters prepared themselves, for what they were certain would be their last stand against their oppressors. Already they had gathered the remnant of their people, that had evaded or escaped the ravages of slavery and abuse, and settled them in crude villages far away from any human eyes. They sent messengers to each of these settlements with a single devastating and desperate instruction: 'Should we not return, let the head of each house end his or her family's lives, from the youngest to the oldest, and then his or her own. For it is better to die free, than to spend the rest of your days as a slave. May the Eya be with us all, and we shall meet again in the Far Green Realm - Namarye.'

 

And so the war began. The combined rebel forces fought and died bravely, but alas even the most valiant had little chance of survival. Soon the camp itself, concealed as they thought it was, became strewn with the bodies of those who strove to defend it. It seemed that the end of the original inhabitants of the once fair land of Sellyera had come. Aezore was captured and brought in chains before King Byorngar. He stripped her before his guards, and watched as each one of them had their way with this once proud warrior.

 

When they had finished with her, the King ordered for her to be brought before him once more and forced onto her knees. He dropped his pants, and took his cock in his hand. Through her bloodied eyes she could just see the erect organ before her. Under normal circumstances, she would have laughed in derision as she saw that it was somewhat puny when compared to her own, but at the time it was difficult to breathe let alone laugh.

 

“You see, demon spawn.” The King snarled, “Size does not make a difference. You and your kind thought that your big organs made you superior to us, and now I have you on your knees in front of me. Now you will take me into your mouth, and swallow whatever I give you.”

 

He demanded that her hands be untied, but that one of the guards stand behind her, his spear ready to run her through if she tried anything. She held him in one hand and worked up and down his shaft, the flames of hatred in her eyes. The King put his hands behind her head, and was about to thrust himself into her mouth. A strange look came across her face as she began sucking his filthy member, watching his countenance contort as waves of delectation washed over him. He opened his mouth to cry out in ecstasy, but it never came!

 

 

 

 

What happened next was almost too quick for those watching to do anything in reaction to it: A cloaked and hooded figure emerged from behind a curtain near the King's throne, and grabbed the monarch by the hair, pulling his head back. The rebel commander's attentions had made the King's climax inevitable. The glistening blade of a sharp dagger flashed in the light that shone through the window, and there was a sickening gurgle as the assassin slit King Byorngar's throat. The despot's body slumped to the floor, a look of agony and puzzlement on his dying face that remained there even after his life had left him, and his gism spurted out of his still erect penis.

 

Before those loyal to the slain King could react, a figure stood up. As he did this, a number of courtiers, as well as some of the soldiers, stepped in front of the advancing group who sought to avenge the assassination. They stood between them and the llianar, who was frozen like a statue, a look of disbelief on her bruised and battered face. The assassin took his place in the ranks of those who guarded the rebel warrior.

 

The stranger stepped forward. It was the Duke! Lord Rabard spoke in a commanding voice, saying: “Enough! The King - or should I say the Oppressor - is no more! Let his legacy of violence and bloodshed die with him. I am Rabard, the only other offspring of Byorndred, and as such, the rightful heir to the throne.”

 

Ontaran law stated that if the ruling King did not have a son that was old enough to succeed him before he died, or had no male heir at all, the throne would go to the next in line. Only if there was no male to take his place would the reign then be given to a female. This was why Lord Rabard became the legitimate king after his brother's death.

 

One of those who stood at his side was the royal herald. He proclaimed in a loud voice that echoed in the silence: “Behold - Your new King!”

 

Those loyal to him bowed down, and soon the rest realised that they were on the losing side, and followed suit. King Rabard then turned to Aezore and said: “Although my people remain prejudice against you, and this caused you to rise up against us, I do not consider you my enemy. Guards - release the prisoner, and command the royal physician to tend to her wounds, and may his own life be forfeit, if he does not do all in his power to do so until she is fully healed. Once you have recovered, you shall be released to return to your own people. Those who are still of sound body will also be released from slavery. If they choose to remain with their masters, then so be it. Those who have been reduced to eunuchs will remain in the employ of those who own them. I say employ, and not servitude. From now on, they shall be afforded the same rights as any other servant, and shall no longer be slaves. Your followers who have survived the fighting, or who have become prisoners of war shall be pardoned, provided that they are not guilty of committing base crimes.”

 

As the soldiers obeyed, and removed her shackles, Aezore responded, still somewhat stunned by the previous events: “Sire - Our true foe now lies at your feet, in a pool of his own blood and his seed wasted on the floor. Our war is not against one such as your royal self, or those who are loyal to you. I have but one urgent request your Majesty.”

 

The new King replied: “Speak - and it shall be granted you.”

 

“The remnant of the free amongst my people, and those of my ally, have pledged to destroy themselves and their families if our forces should suffer defeat. I fear that if we do not act soon, they will carry out their agreement, not knowing anything of what has transpired on this memorable day. Please, send some of my own people, perhaps those who have been taken captive during the conflict, to the villages in the forest to instruct those awaiting news to desist from their desperate act.”

“It shall be so.” Agreed King Rabard, “Your people indeed have great honour and loyalty - Warrior - if they agreed to die rather than become slaves. Perhaps this is the first of many lessons we can learn from you.”

 

Aezore was still more than a little taken aback, even more so by the fact that the new King had addressed her as 'Warrior' rather than the derogatory names she had been called by his predecessor and his followers. Before she could respond, her legs failed beneath her, and she nearly collapsed as her body became weak in reaction to her injuries. The King ordered his people to take her to the infirmary immediately. He then gave the instruction that some of the Sylvan and Llianari that were still in the palace dungeon be freed, and sent with all haste to pass their leader's instruction on to the villagers, in a bid to prevent them from committing mass suicide.

 

Even though some of the messengers did not reach their destination in time to prevent the villagers from carrying out the mandate, most of the Sylvan and Llianar villagers were saved. For a time, while King Rabard ruled, and after that his oldest son, the erstwhile slaves enjoyed a better life than they had under three of the previous monarchs. Not all of the slaves were treated with the privileges ordained by the King. Again the majority were promised a better life, and in fact many of the Nyenori were held in very high regard, especially when their numbers diminished because there were no more Masters to provide new ones.

 

 


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