The Proper Ways (Part 5)

            Battles usually come in 3 phases. Planning, preparation and engagement. The plan was simple. The men had the element of surprise. That plus the fact that they had more men and elves on their side meant a rush attack was the order. The preparation also went well. Human mages could control air, fire, wood or water. Whereas male mages can control all 4 to various degrees; female mages called witches can usually control only one of them, usually with amazing power and control.

            Elvish mages however are different. They are enchanters. Orven knew that his sword and light leather armor were all enchanted by female elves, making them sharper and stronger. He knew of elven families who kept their female mages in the house, doing nothing but enchanting items for sale. Rumors were that this was why males were allowed many wives for the female mages do nothing expect their enchanting.

            Whereas females enchant things, male enchant the living. As the elf mage intone his spell, Orven felt his spirits lifted. His body was now stronger, faster. Planning, preparation, now for engagement…and it all fell apart.

            The plan went well at first. The men sneaked up on the camp. Six arrows later, the two guards were dead. Then one of the sleeping women woke up. She must have some elvish blood in her because Orven thought the men were as quiet as they could be. The men rushed the camp as the women stirred. Orven was at the front of the rush as 2 women came to meet the charge. Orven met one of them and feinted for her head. As the woman’s sword went up to defend her, Oven went down to one knee and stabbed into the woman’s gut. Qroish might have orders to take the women alive, but in battle who was to say what is needed and what isn’t needed to win. Orven twisted his blade and then pulled it out. The woman fell. She will not live long.

            Men overtook Orven as the battle continued. Arrows flew over him before hitting their targets. Always, the arrows were aimed at the woman’s arms and legs; Orven was still disgusted by the no deaths order. Suddenly, a wall of snow covered the camp. Blinded by the snow, Orven stumbled forward. He can hear the screams and shout from the men and women beside him. Battles are still ongoing despite the wall of snow.  

            Before he knew it, Orven came out of the snow. And straight into trouble! In front of him were the air witch and 2 other women. One look and Orven knew that the wall of snow was done by the witch. One look was all he got as the 2 women charged towards him immediately.

            One sword against two is never good odds. The women attacked Orven relentlessly, trying to push him back into the wall of snow. Orven went into full defensive mode, waiting for a mistake from the women or for the spell to come down, whichever came first.

            The mistake came first. His mistake! A slash came too down and Orven parried it with ease. Orven then countered with a swing at the woman’s face. She backed off as the second woman came in for an attack. Her swing was at Orven’s head, but Orven was ready. He ducked under the swing, took a step into the woman and…slipped in the snow! Orven pushed out his hand to avoid dropping face first into the ground. The woman saw her chance and raises her sword for the chop. With his free hand, Orven pushed off the ground and slammed into the body of the woman. She stumbled backwards into the other woman who was coming right behind her. Both women stumbled in the snow as Orven took the on the attack.

            3 quick steps and a thrust to the heart took out the first woman who was still recovering from the fall. Orven pulled out his sword as the other woman came around her falling comrade. She attempted a wild swing at him as Orven jumped back. He wasn’t quite quick enough as the sword cut his chest. His leather armor prevented the wound from being too deep and the woman followed up with a thrust with her sword. Orven parried and took a step backwards. Thinking that she got her opponent on the ropes, the woman took the bait. She stepped in towards Orven, trying to force the attack. But Orven was ready for her. The woman looked shocked as Orven jumped into the woman and thrust his sword through her guts. As he retracted his sword, he looked for the witch.    

            Later, his follow men would praise Orven for his great courage. Seeing that her protectors had fallen, the witch dropped the snow wall and blasted Orven with an air spell. However, as Orven flew through the air now, all he could think of was, “I am so out of practice.”

Epilogue

 

            Jar tried to relax on her bonds. She was tied spread-eagled on the floor of the stable. Since her master’s returned from the quest, the family had returned back to the homestead. Rebuilt by the Keeper, the new homestead was even bigger than the old one. However, there were less people in the family now since the attack. Even Tord was still at the Keep. Her master had enrolled him in a respected warrior school there. It was strange as her master had trained all his sons himself before. Her master gave no reason to the women and it was not Jar’s position to ask.

            Her master decided that he would like to have new sons and since the start of winter all 3 women had being tied to the floor with only a straw mattress beneath them. A thick cloth covered their head blinding them. There in darkness, the women await their master for breeding.

Jar’s heart beat a little faster when she heard the sound of footsteps. There can be only one reason; her master has entered the stable. A moment later, Jar heard her master’s order, “This one.” Jar heard moving footsteps. Both daughters of her master were moving to assist her master.

Jar’s heart jumped as she felt her skirt being lifted by the girls. Her master had chosen her! She felt her master entered her without ceremony. She desperately wanted to close her legs behind her master but this was impossible as the bonds were just too tight. She tried to tighten her muscles, to make it more pleasurable for her master. Then, she felt her master released his seed inside her. Just like that, it was over.    

Her master came out of her. Next thing she knows, the cloth was lifted from her head. The light was painful to her eyes but Jar smiled as her master was beside her with his member just above her mouth. Without a word, Jar lifted her head and cleaned her master. She made sure she licked every part of her master’s member.

Her master then stood up and the thick cloth was pulled over her head again. Jar heard her master exiting the stable with his daughters in darkness. Just like that, with no words, no kisses or even a smile, her master’s visit was over. Again Jar tried to relax. Tied motionless, there was nothing to do but await her master’s next visit.

THE END

The Proper Ways (Part 4)

            As Jar sat on the floor, she asked the question. She already knew the likely answer but that has never stopped her before, “Are the girls in the veil?”

“Yes, same as here I’m afraid.” Suz signed. “Their exact words were, ‘As the dorms you will be living in are considered public areas, you must don the veil at all times while in the custody of the Keep.’”

“So the girls are also in their veil full-time?”

“Yes”

“They must hate it.”

“They are old enough to know that it is not their choice.” Suz intoned. “They are women. They obey. Like us, they must not complain”  

“You sound like you disapproved?” Jar said.

“They should have kept the girls with us. The family should be together.”

“The girls are too young to do our job Suz. You know that.”

“But they are our girls! We should be together.” Suz also shouted the words. “By the way, where is Foz?”

“She is taking a walk.” Jar smiled beneath her veil. “Trying to walk off the spanking I just gave her.”

“A spanking? Why?” Suz’s eyes widen in surprise.

“She asked me to. Something about she being more rebellious without the master around.”

“Oh…she’s still unhappy about the master going on the quest?”

Jar’s sadness came though in her voice, “Her sons didn’t die on the raid.”

“I’m sorry. Riven and…”

“They are dead.” Jar said with finality. “I just want master to kill the bitches who killed my sons.”

Suz kept quiet. What could she say? Riven and Leven sacrificed themselves to save them; and her own son, Tord. What could she possibly say? Luckily, the man who walked into the dorm saved her from doing anything.

All eyes went to the man who walked in. Jar knew him immediately. Overseer Tyrell was a human in charge of all the women under the Keep’s care, which means he was their stand-in master.

“Women,” Tyrell’s booming voice sounded like thunder. “All eyes and lips to the ground”

            All the women kneeled and kissed the ground before them. Jar wondered what this was about. In the twenty odd days she has being under the Keep’s care, the overseer has only stepped into the dorm about 4-5 times.

            The overseer walked into the dorm, and Jar was surprised that there was another pair of footsteps behind him. Curiosity kills the cat, and Jar kept her eyes on the ground. She may not see what happened, but she can hear the exchange.

“Stand up Jud.” The overseer’s voice was unmistakable.

There was a moment’s silence before the other person spoke. “This is the one?” A man’s voice! Jar was thankful she was fully covered; it would not do to tempt the man with their female bodies.

“Yes Sir Talon” the overseer said. “She is just 18 summers old. Young and healthy enough for any work, but old enough for breeding, if you so chooses.”

So this was a marriage contact! The overseer had called the other male Sir; so this means he was either an elf or a half-elf. Jar knew that the girl Jud was an orphan whose parents were both dead. With no relatives to go to, the Keep had taken care of her since her childhood. Now, there was finally a master for her. Jar felt happy for the girl, at least until Sir Talon said his next words.

“Pull down your veil woman.”

An uncomfortable moment began. A woman’s value was in her work, not her face. This could be bad. Luckily, Overseer Tyrell did not miss a beat. “Do it girl.”

“Not bad,” Sir Talon said after a moment. “Not ugly enough to disgust me, or beautiful enough to disarm me. She will do.”

Overseer Tyrell pounced. “Excellent. Jud would be yours for the lowly dowry of 90 gold pieces.”

“You are jesting, Goodman Tyrell. 20 gold pieces”

“The gold is to the Keep, not to me.” The overseer pretended to consider. “75 gold pieces then”

“You are trying to beggar me Goodman. 40 gold”

“I’m afraid the dowry can’t be lower than 60 gold pieces, Sir Talon.”

“I can buy a cow for that price. 50 gold pieces is my final offer.”

“Done”

            Jar heard the clasp of hands between the two men. The marriage has been agreed on. Then Jar heard the unmistaken sound of a slap to the face.

“Put back your veil woman,” Sir Talon said. “Are you trying to tempt me with your face?”

            Jar heard Jud falling to the ground in subjection. Sir Talon would be a hard master. As the two men walked out of the dorm, Jar felt envy for Jud. A marriage to a hard master is the dream of every woman. Envy is a woman’s greatest sin, she remained herself. She will need to ask Suz to give her a spanking.

           

The quest was finally looking up for Qroish. After too many days of fruitless tracking, his scouts had finally located the female raiders. Ten human women all armed with one witch among them. That witch was some ‘air mage’ with control of the wind. She was using the wind to cover their tracks in the snow, explaining why there were so few tracks for the elves to go on. The women set up camp for the day, not knowing that this was the last free day they will ever have. The day was looking up for Qroish and it was about to get…better.

            Orven approached the elf quietly (or as quietly as a human could) and stood at attention. Qroish nodded for him to approach.

“What can I do for you, Goodman Orven?”

“It is regarding the raiders, sire.”

“Oh,” Qroish said. “I know of your desire for vengeance Orven, but I’m afraid we have standing orders. No deaths unless it could not be helped. All females captured turned over for retraining and re-education by the Keep, after which they will be turned over to the men who captured them.” Qroish paused for a moment for effect. “I cannot just…”

“I understand sir.”

“Oh…?”

“There is a redhead among the raiders. I want her.”

Qroish remembered the reports from the scouts and the divination from the mages. There was a redhead among the raiders. That’s what you get when woman don’t veil. Getting unwanted, even dangerous attention from men. “Why?”

“She has my son’s sword.” Orven’s words said everything.

“You cannot just kill her Orven. I will not turn her over just…”

“I want her alive and in my…care.” Orven spitted out the last word like poison.

 “Oh…”

“The Keeper offered me my choice among the raiders, did he not? I want that redhead.”

             Qroish quietly think of a reason to reject the Goodman, but no reasons were fore coming. The Keeper did offered Orven his pick and Orven has made his choice. He will treat the woman badly, but she is a woman; so that’s not a good reason for rejection. Sighing, Qroish said the only thing he could. “Done”

The Proper Ways (Part 3)

In the mountains…

            The quest was not going well. Homefire Keep has ordered a band to hunt down the raiders. Although he wasn’t a soldier, no one questioned Orven when he demanded to be put in the band. 

            An elf named Qroish was in charge. Like most male elves, he was tall, lean and had an over-inflated opinion of himself. Orven have no problem with that however, far too grateful to the elves for freeing his grandfather to bitch about something so minor.

The band was doing well with everyone knowing his role. The elves were the magic and scouts, the humans were the muscle. As they say, the brains and the brawn. However, they had some problems thus far tracking the raiders through the mountains. Orven thought that was the reason he was summoned to see Qroish, so he was surprised when the ‘talk’ took another turn.

“You are jesting?”

“No, I am not.”

“I’m here to kill those women. Not take them as wives.”

“I understand but, Goodman Orven, you have just lost 2 sons. Taking an extra woman will help you replace them.”

“I already have 3 women. All relatively young, healthy and all of them are still of breeding age. I do NOT need another woman.”

“Another one won’t hurt. Perhaps a young female then. Not too young of course but…”

“No!”

“Having an extra body will help…”

“Forgive me Sir Qroish, but why are you so interested in my family affairs.”

“…The Keeper feels responsible for your sons’ death.”

“The Keeper is the ruler of Homefire Keep and we were under his protection. But the only ones to blame for my son’s death are those raiders, no one else.”

“Still you were under the Keeper’s protection. He feels that he owns you an apology for failing his duty.”

“Ha. You elves are strange. I will have my vengeance, Tord is under training in the Keep and the Keep is taking care of my women. The Keeper has already helped me enough.”

“We could use your help here; your son would have his training even without this incident and your women would be worked hard in the Keep. To do all those for you are only proper. The Keeper wants to give you something extra.”

“Those women’s death in my hands is all that I will need.”

“You are sure, Goodman Orven.”

“Yes I am.”

 In the Keep…

            Foz waited patiently for her sisters. As usual, she was struck with the job of cart-puller. Usually, she did not mind the job. As she was the biggest of the 3 woman, it was only natural that she pulled the cart. Tonight, she was more than a little grateful.

            As their master has gone on his quest, he left his 3 females under the care of the Keep. In exchange for food and lodging, the women would help in the public works of the Keep. This was a system designed for women with no masters to help care for them, usually orphans or widows.

Or men who left their women behind on a stupid quest of vengeance.

            Foz knew that it wasn’t proper for a woman to have such thought but she can’t help it, especially in their current position. As the new girls under the Keep’s care, the 3 women of Orven had the dirtiest job. Men or women, humans or elves, people still have to shit and piss. That means that every household in the Keep has a bucket of shit and piss they have to get rid off everyday.

Every night, the Keep would send out teams of women for night-soil duties. In their coat, pants and veils, the women would pull a cart with a big tub on it. They go to every household in their sector and collect the buckets. Pouring the shit into the big tub, they will then pull it out of the Keep for disposal. As the new girls, that was their job.  

            Jar came into view with the bucket. Suz lifted up the cover as Jar poured the disgusting contents into the tub. The smell was nothing short of horrible. Foz was glad she was as far away from the tub as possible. Suz quickly covered the tub as Jar went back to return the bucket to the household. When she returned, Foz picked up the cart and pulled.

            It was the last household in their sector and Foz now headed for the disposal site. She set a quicker pace than usual as she wanted to get rid of her cargo as soon as possible. Her follow sisters-wives were running behind her with some difficulties. They aren’t used to all this running. Foz resisted the urge to go faster and slowed down for her sisters. Foz knew that she needed to be punished before she starts making big mistakes. Thinking improper thoughts like she had been were usually nothing but trouble. Very soon, thoughts would turn into mistakes. Foz wondered who she should ask to give her the spanking. Suz was devoted to their master and made sure none of the women did anything to embarrass him. She would give her a sound thrashing, but Jar was the eldest of the 3 women. By right, she should be the one giving the spanking.

            The 3 women left the Keep proper and headed to the disposal site. The road beyond the Keep was well maintained and they had no problem reaching the site. The wizard was already at work.

Women of the Keep had dug a deep pit at the site. Other teams had reached the site already. They had poured the contents of their tubs into the pit. The shit and piss of the entire Keep was in the night air…but not for long.

 The wizard cast his spell. A ball of fire shot from his hand into the pit. Before long, the pit of shit became a pit of fire. Foz knew that the pit had been enchanted by the elvish mages beforehand to keep the fire going. Magic is a strange thing. So few people had it, and every race has a different ability. Elves can enchant items while humans could call fire or ice from the air.

Before she could finish the thought, the fire had burn itself out. Foz pulled the cart forward. Time to get back to work.

The Proper Ways (Part 2)

Foz set a good pace as usual, so Orven sat back in the seat and relaxed. The cart was designed to carry things from the market, but also for comfort for the cart-driver. The whip in his hand was unused until he saw the towers of Homefire Keep. Sitting up, he readied himself for the performance.

When they reached the outer guard-post of the keep, Orven flicked the whip. A nice cracking sound echoed from Foz’s behind. The 2 guards on duty nodded as Orven passed. Orven politely did likewise.

As they traveled towards the market, Orven made sure to whip Foz a few more times. In his experience, Orven found that people were less likely to cheat you if they believed you are a harsh master. So Orven maintained a stony face and gave his eyes a glazed look. When he was younger, his sword sensei said that he had a killer’s eyes. Orven intended to prove his sensei right.

Foz stopped at the entrance of the market and kneeled. Several stalls were already opened and Orven stepped off the cart. He looked at Foz and pointed his finger downwards. Foz looked at the ground and settled herself for the long wait.

Orven left her there and enter the market proper. As usual, the market was full of life. Trader’s voices shouted across the area as they tried their best to get anyone’s attention to their wares. Orven found his regular trader and showed him the rootflower plants. They haggled over the price but Orven had done this before. The rarity of the plant ensured that Orven will always get a good price, so he was patient. After all, there was more than one trader in the market so Orven was in the position of strength. After the price was settled, Orven used the money he just received and went to buy the goods the family will need. Living in the mountains meant that the family would need to buy almost everything from the market. There was plenty of time of course, so Orven was patient in his purchases.

He heard the rumors of the keep as he went on his buying spree. There was never a shortage of rumors in the market, but today there seems to be only one. There was a group of women raiders living in the mountains. No, they were human rebels led by a woman. No, they were women rebels led by a witch. No, they were both elves and humans among the rebels. Rumors flowed one after another and Orven got worried as the rumors continued.

60 summers ago, humans first arrived on Teachct from the Green Sea. The elves that were already on the continent never knew that there was another continent beyond the endless sea, much less another race. They embraced the new arrivals with curiosity in their hearts and wanted to know the human story.

They soon heard it. The humans that arrived had lost a war on the other continent and were escaping from their enemies. The new humans were from the Bright Empire. Led by women who ruled over their men, they ruled over the whole continent of Warren before a rebellion by the men changed everything. As the war was lost, the reminder of the Bright Empire escaped west through the waters.

That wasn’t all. The new humans had just lost an empire, and they want it back. The human women thought the elves would be an easy conquest. Elves were taller than humans, but even a human woman outweighed an elvish male. The humans launched a war against the elves. From Treachct, they would rebuild their empire and reclaimed their homelands across the sea. The women were dead wrong.

The elves proved to be a highly magical people. Every elvish solider went into battle armed with magical weapons and armor whereas the humans were but the scattered remains of a defeated empire. It wasn’t even much of a war as the elves easily swept the reminders of the Bright Empire off the map. The leaders of the humans discovered that there was no hope of victory and headed into the mountains.

When they arrived on Teachct, the Bright bought hundreds of male slaves with them on their ships. The elves did not wish to kill all the humans, but they needed a plan to ensure peace. They knew that the men of the Bright had no love of their women and decided to change the social order of the humans. Now human men have total control over their women. The plan has proven to be highly successful.

So much so that humans on Teachct have now proven to be nothing less than model citizens. Orven’s grandfather was a slave of the Bright, and he is forever grateful to the elves that he was not. If there is a rebellion, Orven knew who the human men would fight for, and it won’t be for their women.

Later…

Orven knelt over the body of Riven with tears in his eyes. On the way back to the house, he came across Tord and his women on the road. It only took a moment for his youngest son to tell the story. He was overseeing the women on the farm when the raiders came.

Riven and his other son Leven screamed to Tord to run away for help. Tord did as he was told and fled with the women. Orven immediately ordered Tord to take them to Homefire Keep. Running alone to the house, Orven hoped to be in time to help his sons.

He wasn’t.

Both his sons lie dead as the house was ransacked. His sons had bravely held off the raiders to buy time for Tord and the women to escape. When the guards from the Keep came, they found Orven crying over the bodies of his sons. Leaving him to his grief, they searched the area and found nothing. The raiders had run into the mountains. Only this time, it will be different. They will find no safety there. Orven will find them and they will die. As their father, it was only proper for Orven to have his vengeance. 

His sons will be avenged. This he vowed.

The Proper Ways (Part 1)

            The shock woke her without warning. Suz woke up immediately. Looking around, Suz saw that both her sisters-wife were awaken as well. As usual, the enchantments did their jobs. Smiling with her sisters, Suz got up and put on her clothes.

As with all women on Teachct, Suz slept naked. She first put on her long pants. Thick with fur, it help keep out the cold of the mountains. Then Suz put on her fur shoes, and then her coat. The thick coat reached just above her knees. Suz pull the hood on the coat over her head and covered her mouth with a white veil. It was the only color on her outfit as the rest of it was black. Once everything was done, the 3 women help checked each other. When in public, only the eyes of a woman were allowed to be seem, all else of the body must be covered. The women do not wish to be punished over such a mistake.

The 3 women then head out of the stable. The moon was setting as they took the route to the mountains. Setting a brisk pace, they quickly reach the breeding ground. The cold mountain air causes the local rootflower plants to be underground most of the day. However, as the sun rises, the rootflower would come up aboveground to take in the sunlight. However, you can only find the rare plant high in the mountains. It was one of the reasons why the rootflower sell for such a good price at the market. Kneeling side by side, the 3 women crawled on their hands and knees over the ground. Looking at the ground the whole time for the tiny plants, the 3 women slowly crawled forward, slowly covering the ground.

The sun rose into the sky but the women knew better than to stop their work. Suz put every rootflower she found in the pocket of her coat. Then she heard the footsteps. She wondered which of the boys it was this time. “Stop!” The 3 women stopped their work. “Father ordered all of you back to the house.” The 3 women turned to the voice and bowed their heads to the ground. A few moments later, the order came. “Move”

The 3 women stood and walked back down to the house. Suz was careful to keep her gaze on the ground, but she took a quick glance at the boy. It was Riven, the oldest son of their master.

They reached the house quickly. No one wish to test the patience of their master. The 3 women kneeled in front of the house and waited. The smell of breakfast came through the door and Riven walked in to have his breakfast. Suz felt her stomach growled at the smell. She waited patiently for her master, too well trained to do otherwise.

Soon, her master came out of the house. Suz took a quick at him. A tall human with a hawk-like face, Orven’s hair was tied in a ponytail as was the custom for men on this continent. Dressed in a brown fur coat and pants, his sword was hanging from his sword belt. He looked every bit like the master swordsman he was. Suz quickly lower her head to the ground.       

She heard the plate being put in front of her. “Show me,” the master said. Keeping her head to ground, Suz reached into her pockets and put the rootflower onto the plates, like an offering to her god. Soon she heard the plate being taken into the house. Suz and her sisters kept their positions.

Her master came out again. Again, Suz heard a plate put in front of her. “I am pleased with your work today.” Suz felt pride at her master’s praise, and crush it immediately in her heart. A woman must not take pride in her service to her master; she is only doing her duty. “Eat,” her master ordered.

Suz lowered her veil and ate from the plate. Suz never asked what the food was made of, cooking was a task for men only on Teachct, all she knows is that the mixture in front of her tasted horrible. Still, it was made by her master so Suz happily ate it all up. As was proper for a woman, Suz ate without using her hands. She heard the sound a moment before she felt the pain. Behind her, her master’s son would hit her behind with the paddle till she finished her meal. Finishing with the meal quickly, Suz immediately put her veil back on. The beating stopped immediately. Suz glanced back, as much as she could with her head to the ground, and saw the small feet behind her. Suz knew that the small feet belonged to her master’s youngest son, Tord. Too young to be given a proper male name, he was still using his baby name. Suz felt pride that the boy which came out of her was growing into a man. Again, she crushed all feelings of pride within her. It just wasn’t proper.

All 3 women had finished eating and waited for the master’s orders. “Foz, get to the cart. The rest of you to the farm.”

Foz was the biggest of the 3 women, so she was always the cart-puller. Suz could hear her sister running to the stable to get the cart ready. “Move” At her master’s command, the reminding 2 women crawled toward the farm. As they crawled pass the door of the house, Suz felt a tinge of envy in her heart. A warm house, a nice bed, good food to eat, the lives of men were truly wonderful. Shame immediately replaced envy. Women must suffer and men must rule. It was proper. Suz immediately understand why people say that the hearts of women are evil. They say it because it was true. As she was crawling, she told herself to beg for a beating later from her master. Her shame demands nothing less.

The 3 wives of Orven had given their master 5 children, 3 boys and 2 girls. Both girls were already on the farm. Dressed all in black except for the white veil, they had been working on the farm as they were too young to go up the mountains. Like all women, they lived only to serve their men. They would never enter a house, never have a decent meal and their lives will be filled with pain and punishment. Suz hoped they knew this was only proper.

Suz and her sister only stood up when they reached the girls. Both of them were sitting by the side of the family’s small farm patch. The plants had been watered and there wasn’t much to do really. Suz and her sister sat beside the girls and did what all women do in this situation. They talked and gossiped.

After a short while, they heard a sound from the house. The master was leaving. The master was sitting in the cart with a whip in his hand. Foz was pulling the cart at a steady pace towards town. As the cart passed the farm, all the women kneeled and bowed their head to the ground. They only lifted their head when the sound disappeared down the road.

Summer of Change (Part 5)

Part 5- Summer

Xiong Fei

The captured commander had given up after just one night with the monks of the Fire Sun. Very understandable considering the screams coming from the tent. The information she gave was however better than anyone expected. The Second Princess, Mei Yan, had marched west with everything she had. The forces she left behind were only meant to delay Duke Hatak’s rebellion, not stop him. They weren’t to engage in battle, only delay the men till Mei Yan finish off her older sister. Too bad the choice was taken away from them.

So here they are. The procession travelled slowly though the streets of Rosewood. Taking the capital without a fight was quite anti-climatic for the men but no one was complaining out loud. Or at least none of the men were complaining, women were no doubt complaining. If they could!

Xiong Fei can’t help but laugh at his own little joke as he stood on his chariot. A four-wheeled human-drawn vehicle used for travel, it was drawn by men who would pull the vehicle as their mistress whip them to greater effort from behind. That however was in the past! Xiong Fei crack his whip again at the two women pulling his chariot. Defeated soldiers from the Bright Army, they were now used as the ones who would pull their conquerers into the city.  It was a brilliant idea. It was a sign to all that times have indeed changed. Xiong Fei did not know who gave the duke the idea, but whoever it was, he should be promoted. A procession of chariots through the streets of Rosewood, men pulled by the female soldiers they had just defeated.

A show for the city and it was a good one! Lining the streets of the road were the smiling and cheering men of the city. Once word came to the city that the duke had defeated the army outside Rosewood, the men of the city rose in rebellion. Without any trained soldiers to quell the disorder, men use their superior size and strenght to overthrow the women. It was embrassingly easy and soon it spread like wild fire. Within one day, men were in control of the capital and the city opened it’s arms for the duke. Laughing out loud, the wizard crack his whip as he drown in the cheers of the city.

Tian Lung

            The bamboo cane swish across the air. The sound it made as it hit the tits of the female was pure music to Tian Lung’s ears. He had decided to rename the female commander Red after the colour of her tits. Tian Lung had tied her in place across two length of timber, crossed in the center. Marks of countless strikes were on the female’s tits. Swoosh!

The bamboo cane swish across the air again. Red had long given up screaming, numb to the pain. Tian Lung knew that he had broken the female days ago, but it was just too fun to give up these sessions. Swoosh! When he first claimed the female, he did these sessions in the open. After the third day, the others monks told him to move it indoors. Swoosh! He was too hard and it was affecting the others females. Swoosh! Thus, that is why he is in the dungeon right now. Swoosh! What nonsense! They are females! Why should anyone care what they think? Swoosh! Still, Tian Lung knew that he has to be careful. Swoosh! He did not want t kill the female, or at least not yet. Swoosh! And it was very troublesome to clean up the dungeon after each session. Swoosh! Like most men, cleaning is not something Tian Lung enjoys. What he need is another slave. Swoosh!

Suddenly, Tian Lung remembers the other slave. What’s her name? Blue! That’s right! Swoosh! If he claims her, she can do the cleaning up. Swoosh! Be the light, the 2 slaves can even take turns in the dungeon. Giving the other slave at least one day of rest. Swoosh! Or he could even have both of them at the same time! The thought of it gave Tian Lung goose bumps. Swoosh! Tian Lung smiled to himself.

Lu Seng

            Yu Sheng showed nothing on his face but still Lu Seng wasn’t the abbot of the temple for nothing. The rebellion was successful and Duke Hatak had spread his rule from Rosewood to the countryside. None of which meant anything to Yu Sheng who is now known throughout the land as “The Tactician”. The young monk had come back to the temple angry and Lu Seng knew why. Better to clear the air now.

“You disagree with the duke’s decision to stop at Rosewood, Master Yu?”

“Yes, Abbot” Yu Sheng hotly agreed. “We had 2 female armies out west who were at each other’s throats! If we left Rosewood and head west immediately after conquering it, we could have destroyed whoever is left. Now the duke is safe in Rosewood but Mei Yan has defeated her sister. Now she is out there licking her wounds but the duke is struck in Rosewood. Too far away to do anyhing till next spring at the earliest!” Yu Sheng wasn’t finished. “If the duke had listened to me and went west immediately, our army would have clear the land of female warriors before the winter snows set in! Now, we have an enemy who would no doubt rearm and come back againest us next summer. It is…”

“What would happen if you had won?” The abbot cut the young monk off.

“Success! The duke would have rule, the land of Warron would be saved, peace would reign as no…”

“You are wrong, Master Yu.”

Yu Sheng’s angry face immediately changed at the abbot’s words. The look of anger transform to one of puzzlement. To his credit, Yu Sheng recovered well. “I bow to your superior wisdom, Abbot.” 

“The problem was that the Duke’s forces grew too quickly.” Yu Sheng’s look of puzzlement remained. Lu Seng ccontinued. “The duke started with 15,000 men. At Rosewood, he had over 25,000. Men flocked to his banner as they wanted to defeat the Bright Empire. But…if there wasn’t an empire to fight with…” Lu Seng stopped as understanding dawn on the young monk.

“Duke Hatak needed an enemy.” Yu Sheng said. “Without one, he would soon have to fight the leaders of the men who joined his banner.”

“Yes. With the princess out west, all the duke will have to do is too remind the other men that war will begin again in the spring. An enemy who would like nothing less than to kill all of them. With autumn almost over and winter beginning…”

“The others will quietly stay under his banner. Giving the duke time to built up his powerbase with the other groups”

“That is correct. The duke has the wizards and us backing him, so the other leaders know that even if they managed to defeat him, they will be so weak that the princess will soon come to destroy whoever is left.” Lu Seng stood up. “Go and prepare Master Yu. Come spring, the temple will march again for the safety of Warron. This time we will crush the Bright.”

            The Tactician, Yu Sheng, smiled and bowed toward the abbot. “As you command, my abbot.”

Summer of Change (Part 4)

Part 4- Rout

Xiong Fei

            The battle came 6 days later. Duke Hatak had deployed scouts all along the route from Rosewood to Tai. As expected, an army was sent to put down the rebellion. Much smaller than Yu Sheng expected, the monk immediately proposed meeting them in battle. The duke agreed.

Marching under the cover of darkness, The Dark Army, as the men has started calling themselves, went out to meet the Bright army. Xiong Fei could only imagine their surprise when they woke up to see their enemy right at their doorsteps. Now for the hard part…the battle.

Xiong Fei looked across the field at the Bright army. Both armies were about the same strength, about 10,000 on each side. Duke Hatak has left the remaining fist to guard the supplies as the wagons were left behind in the march. To Xiong Fei, it was a mistake to leave behind so many men but then he heard the monk’s plan. Yu Sheng’s was bold, daring and unheard of, if somewhat cruel. That’s why Xiong Fei was a wizard, not a military strategist. He would much prefer to be researching his spells than in a military campaign.

 As the 2 army faced up to one another, Xiong Fei heard the horn. The monk had ordered the release of the bitches. From the lines of the Dark army, naked women ran across the field towards the lines of the Bright army. Xiong Fei could see that some of the women were reluctant to run, fearing that they would be shot down while crossing. If only that was the case.

 Xiong Fei knew that these women were the ones who had given the pain-masters the most problems; all of them were missing both hands. As the women ran, Xiong Fei could almost hear the gash of shock from the Bright army. The mental image of their follow comrades running like sacred rabbits across the field, handless and naked, is not one they will ever forget. Xiong Fei soon heard shouts of encouragement from the Bright army. As the women reach the lines, The Bright army gladly opened up. Soon almost all the women were in the lines. Then as the army tried to close up after them, another horn was heard. With bile in his mouth, Xiong Fei and his follow wizards raised their hands to the sky. Explosions rocked the Bright army. Unknown to them, Xiong Fei and his wizards had put a delay fireball spell on each of the prisoners earlier in the day. The fireballs blew the prisoners’ body apart…along with anyone in the area. Huge inviting holes soon appeared in the disciplined lines of the Bright army. The duke wasted no time. Another horn was heard; the order for the charge. The men of the Dark army crashed into the Bright army’s lines like a tidal wave.

The Bright army had no chance. Soon the lines were broken. Even to Xiong Fei’s untrained eye, victory was a certainty. Pockets of resistance were swept up in the wave that was the Dark army. Xiong Fei smiled sadly, what was to be a battle had turned quickly into a rout. Xiong Fei saw the standard of the Bright army commanding officer turning. She was trying to make a run for it but Yu Sheng had already expected that. His monks had being deployed behind the Bright army to cut off any escape routes. Xiong Fei almost felt sorry for her.

Tian Lung

            Waiting was never a problem for Tian Lung. A patient man by nature, waiting was almost second nature to him. Waiting for battle was also not a problem, waiting for battle with other people unfortunately was.

             Tian Lung and his follow monks had sneaked behind the Bright army in the night. They had already heard the explosions and the sounds of battle. Now all they could do was wait. If the battle went well, the Bright army would run and that’s where the monks will come in. They were to cut off any escape routes the Bright army would used. In theory you would think that monks would have no problems with waiting, however this was far from the case. As Tian Lung looked around his section, he could almost feel the nervous energy coming from the men. But then only Tian Lung, Lim Cheng and Fu Hong were monks. The rest were laymen and slaves.

            Tian Lung looked at the 4 slaves in the section. Both Lim Cheng and Fu Hong had bought their slaves/wives along for the mission. He has never understood why his follow monks want to fight with women at their backs but Tian Lung knew that its’ not his place to argue about such matters. However, it’s not the slaves that gave Tian Lung cause for concern. 6 laymen were in their section as well. It is them that Tian Lung was worried about. Like all laymen, in fact like all young men, they were eager for battle. Eager for a chance to prove themselves in battle and take that all important step towards their goal of monkhood. Eager men in battle usually mean dead men in battle. 13 men in a section, a holy number for the temple, Tian Lung hoped that it will be enough.

            Soon footsteps were heard. Tian Lung silently cursed as their quarry came into view. A group of Bright soldiers were running for their lives, it seems that the battle had gone well for the Dark army. However, the group running towards Tian Lung’s section number around 20. They had the section outnumbered. Tian Lung’s section will have no choice but to let them go. Then Tian Lung saw the standard. Tian Lung immediately looked at his follow monks. Both Lim Cheng and Fu Hong saw the same thing. The commander of the Bright army was in the group, the section cannot allow such a prize to escape.

            The section spread out and waited in the bushes as their quarry approaches. Tian Lung took the centre while Lim Cheng and Fu Hong had the flanks. His follow monks would hold the wings with their slaves while the laymen would fight with Tian Lung as their centre. Soon the quarry was upon them. Tian Lung was glad that only women were in the group; outside the commander he can kill the rest without pity. A feral smile came on his face.

            The section burst out of the bushes as one. Their quarries were expecting a chase from behind, not a battle from the front. As such, they had their best fighters at the rear and their wounded in front. The wounded tried their best to hold off the section, hoping to buy time for the rear to move up. But it was a foolish hope. With speed and surprise on their side, the laymen’s spears took out the front line of the Bright group in seconds. The laymen went forward without pause, engaging the defenders. Tian Lung ignored them all. He only had eyes for one person. Tian Lung have to give the commander credit, she was shouting orders even now, ordering her soldiers to swing to the left. Then Tian Lung was upon her.

            The commander was armed like her soldiers, a small shield in one hand with a short sword in the other. Tian Lung swung his staff in a high arc. The commander lifted her shield and took a giant step back as his staff crashed against it. Like most people, the commander has underestimated Tian Lung’s strength. Tian Lung didn’t give her time to dwell on that as he pressed the attack. He swung the staff across and attacked. The commander caught the attack with her shield and counterattacked. Tian Lung ducked as the sword went across his head. Tian Lung then dropped his staff and went for a take-down. The commander cried in shock as Tian Lung wrapped his arms around her legs. Off-balance as she was, Tian Lung easily dropped her on her face. Trusting that his laymen would protect his back, Tian Lung mounted her back and delivered an elbow to the commander’s head. It wasn’t clean, but the next one was. The second elbow caught the commander as she tried to lift her head. Just like that, it was over.

            Tian Lung looked around and saw that the fight was already over. The soldiers has obeyed their commander and swung to the left. With numbers, they had overwhelmed Fu Hong and his two slaves. All three of them lay dead on the ground. However, instead of fighting, the soldiers had run the moment the opening had appeared. Cowards!

“Good work”

 Tian Lung turned and saw Lim Cheng. “How many are hurt?” he asked.

“None hurt but five of ours are dead including Fu Hong.”

“Let’s go then. We have our prize.”

“Yu Sheng will glad to have her.” Lim Cheng smiled as he said.

“I lay claim”

“What?” Lim Cheng smile disappeared as he looked at Tian Lung in shock.

Tian Lung looked in his follow monk’s eye and repeated slowly, “I lay claim.”

Yu Sheng

The general’s work is never done. Whereas other men who had fought today were now resting for the night, Duke Hatak has work to do. That meant that his advisors has work to do as well, like finding out how many soldiers the Second Princess Mei Yan has left in Rosewood.

The commanding officer of the Bright officer is called Bei Hui. Unfortunately, that was all they had been able to get out of her so far. Yu Sheng know that this will change in time. Already a pain-master was at work with the female. Most of the time, the pain-master would just cut off a hand or two, and the female would soon be begging to talk. However Tian Lung had lay claim on the female, so cutting off limbs was out of the question. But there are other ways.

The pain-master has tied the commander firmly to a chair. For interrogation of female suspects without threatening life or limb, the pain-master has several techniques that could generally be applied. In this case, the pain-master has decided on the fingers rack. Six short wooden sticks were positioned around and between the commanders’ fingers and strings connect the wooden sticks together. Each time the commander refused to testify or confess, the pain-master woud pull the string, slowly, agonisingly squeezing the fingers between the sticks. The pain was increbile. Yu Sheng has heard of bones being crushed by this technique. Monks in the temple weren’t allowed cut off limbs of a claimed woman even their own, but the breaking of bones was generally allowed. The female screamed again.

The pain-master relaxed the strings and asked in a kind voice, “Dear commander, we know that Mei Yan has left the capital to the west, she cannot save you now. Please, just tell us how many soldiers she left in Rosewood?”

            Yu Sheng could almost smell the fear from the commander but she stayed silent. The strings tightened. Yu Sheng saw her face reddened as the scream tore through the tent. Still she stayed silent. The pain-master bought forward a wooden pail.

“Do you know what this is?” The pain-master asked in that flat kind voice of his. “This is hot oil. The temple of the Fire Sun believed that females are not equal to males. Men are bigger, stronger, smarter; men should rule. Females are labour. They are needed for their bodies, not their looks. If you refused to talk, I will be forced to put this oil over you. Do not worry, it will not kill you but your looks, hair, body will be scarred beyond repair. Please, for all our good, call us what you know. How many soldiers are left in Rosewood?”

            Yu Sheng saw the war on the commander’s face but it was a useless struggle. She will talk, if not now then later. No matter what, the answers will come. With that thought, Yu Sheng left the tent and walked into the night.

Summer of Change (Part 3)

Part 3- Surprises

Yu Sheng

Yu Sheng is not a happy man. The runner came on the 5^th day of the march. Duke Hatak has attack the province of Tai. Tai was the province just north of the duke’s and Yu Sheng immediately ordered a running march. What was to be an easy 8 days march turned into an 8 day dash over a much longer distance. Now his forces are here in Tai and its’ not even summer yet. Yu Sheng wants answers.

He entered the command tent of the tent and laid his eyes on the man for the first time. Duke Hatak was looking at a map on the table with an aide. The duke heard the sound of someone entering and looked up. There is a huge smile on his face.

“Master Yu Sheng is it?” he shouted. “Welcome to our glorious adventure Sir Monk.” With that, the duke flew across the tent with his giant arms wide opened. He hugs the master with force and picks him up in a bear hug. Needless to say, it wasn’t what Yu Sheng was expecting.

“Uh…Duke Hatak?” he asked.

The duke immediately released his grip. “Of course! Sorry about that Master. You’re right, introductions first.” The duke stood straight and gave a formal bow. “Duke Hatak, ruler of the Ren and Tai Province.”

Yu Sheng looked at Duke Hatak with a keen eye. A giant of a man, the duke was a full 2 heads taller than he was. However there wasn’t an ounce of fat on him. One look at him and you can tell that he was a warrior. The master gave a bow as well. “Master Yu Sheng, the Temple of the Fire Sun.”

“I know. I am pleased that you have joined us Sir Monk. We had just had a great victory.”

“I understand. I understand that you have destroyed the forces in Tai.”

“Yes. A wondrous victory. The province is ours!”

“In one battle? Are there not other forces in the province?”

The duke looked surprise…then gave a huge belly laugh. “Oh, I forgot. You have been on the march for the past 8 days. You haven’t heard the wondrous news have you?”

Now it was Yu Sheng turn to be surprise. “No…what news is it?”

The duke gave a wink and said, “The Crown Princess Mei Yun has just rebelled.”

Yu Sheng’s jaws dropped. He must have looked like a landed fish. “What? The Crown Princess? Where? Why?”

The duke couldn’t stop laughing and Yu Sheng couldn’t blame him. The timing couldn’t be better. “As you know the Empress is dying. Word is that she was going to named the Second Princess Mei Yan was her successor, not the Crown Princess. Needless to say, the Crown Princess took offence. She went west and called an army. The whole of the western kingdom has joined her in rebellion.”

Yu Sheng couldn’t help but join in the laughter, “And the Second Princess called her whole army to fight her sister?”

“Yes! Almost all the army units in the eastern province are now in the capital of Rosewood.”

“And that’s why you launch your own rebellion early. To take advantage of the confusion.” Yu Sheng couldn’t help but admire the duke on this.

“Yes! That army we defeated 2 days ago was the only one here in Tai. By the darkness, there is a clear path all the way to Rosewood if we wanted to!”

“I thought you said the Second Princess is in Rosewood?”

“Yes, but she can’t stay there for long. She may be the better politician but Mei Yun is by far the better general. She has to attack Mei Yun before the Crown Princess organized her army and start marching.”

“So…a clear path to Rosewood?” An idea came to Yu Sheng. “That’s what you were discussing isn’t it? Whether to march on Rosewood?”

“Yes.” The duke was solemn in this. “I think it’s a huge risk but most of my command thinks it can be done.”

“How many can you put on the field?”

“3 fists. All men, no women.”

Again Yu Sheng was surprise. “15,000 men! How did you can so many?”

 “News of our victory has traveled fast and far Sir Monk. Men are joining our forces from all over. Almost all the fighting men in Ren and Tai are here and more are joining everyday. Over 6000 men have joined us since I began marching; we had men from as far as Zen.”

“But you only had your victory 3 days ago. How did they get their news so fast?”

“Oh…,” the duke gave a small smile at that, “for that you have to thank this man here.” The duke pointed at the aide behind him. “Monk Yu Sheng, may I introduce Xiong Fei.” The short roundish man made, or to be more accurate attempted, a bow. Yu Sheng never heard of him. The duke continued, “He is my wizard.”

Xiong Fei

“He is my wizard.” The duke’s words rang in Xiong Fei’s head. The pride he felt was unreasonable, but Xiong Fei couldn’t help it. Since the time of Minka Rose, wizardry was a forbidden art. After all, only men can be wizards and the female-led Bright Empire did not want such power in the hands of men. For 150 years, wizards were hunted and killed on sight. So much so, those men who practice wizardry had to do so in secret. Dark wizards were the monsters in stories to scare little children, little better than the demons of legend. So to be called, openly, a wizard was something Xiong Fei was proud of. “We are going change the world.” The duke said these words to him on their first meeting. Already, his words are coming true.

The monk had taken the news very well all things considered.  Xiong Fei did not approve of the duke’s plan to enlist the help of Mount Shi. However, after meeting Yu Sheng, he had quietly accepted that he was wrong. Already the monk had made several suggestions that are doing wonders for the growing army. One the best was what to do with female prisoners. Duke Hatak had wanted to kill them, mainly because he felt he needed to. A mobile army can’t have a train of prisoners trailing behind them. The monk solved the problems with a simple solution. The prisoners will be given to the monks and put to work. Of course, first they had to convince the prisoners of the wisdom of working for their conquerors. The methods used were…unsettling, but very successful. So much so that they gave an idea to Xiong Fei and his follow wizards.

The line of naked prisoners kneeled quieted before the monk Li Yang. Yu Sheng called Li Yang a ‘Pain-master’. A post created in the temple for men who had the job of controlling the females.

Pain-master Li Yang began his speech. “You are all prisoners of a new world. You are now no longer warriors. You are now no longer women. You are now bitches. You are only fit to serve your men. Sit on your ass and open your legs bitches.”

 The prisoners looked at the monk in shock, not one of them moving.

Li Yang looked at one of the layman of the temple and said, “Bring out that other bitch.”

The layman hurried away. Soon he returned with another layman. Between the 2 of them, they dragged a female to the monk. With no regard for her well-being, the 2 laymen threw the female at Li Yang’s feet. The female was also naked, only her body was crisscross with red welts. The meaning was clear to all.  

“Sit on your ass and open your legs now!” Li Yang shouted.

This time the prisoners obeyed. Li Yang waited till all the females got into position and then...he stood there. The females looked at each other in surprise at first and then slowly, one by one, they looked down at the ground in shame. Warriors of the Bright Empire now naked with their legs open and exposed to their most hated enemies. Xiong Fei could just imagine their shame.

The pain-master then said, “The bitches will now move one of their hands to the hole between their legs and rub themselves.”

Color drained from the faces of the prisoners. Almost inevitably, one of them said, “No!”

Li Yang nodded to the 2 layman. They threw the disagreeing female on the ground, forcing an arm outward. Li Yang took out a chopper from somewhere and showed it to the offending female.

“Rub yourself with your hand or I will cut this one off.”

Xiong Fei admired the female’s courage. “No!” she screamed.

She screamed even louder when Li Yang took her hand off with one swing. Blood gushed out of the wound. Xiong Fei stepped forward, the words of a spell on his lips. Flames covered his hands. He pressed his hands on the females’ wound and the scream grew in intensity. Mercifully, the female then pass out from the pain.

Li Yang looked at the other prisoners expectantly. Almost as one, hands went between their legs but this wasn’t enough.

“Anyone who does not rub themselves forcefully will also have their hands chopped off!” Li Yang growl has the desired effect. The prisoners rubbing began in earnest. Li Yang continued, “You are now bitches. Worthless creatures till the day a man claim you as his own. Till then, you will be in a team. A team will have 4 bitches. You will work in your team but you will own nothing, not even clothes. If you are caught wearing clothes, you will die. If you disobey a man, you will die. If you try to kill yourself, you will wish you were dead. If you are successful in killing yourself, the rest of your team will wish they’ve joined you.” The threat was clear, look after each other and make sure they do not do anything foolish or you will join in their punishment.

Xiong Fei ignored Li Yang and the prisoners. He concentrated on the wound. The flame has cleaned it and the blood has stopped flowing. Yes, the ‘Fire Hands’ spell can be used as a healing spell for open wounds. Xiong Fei stood and walked back to his follow wizards to report the good news.

Blue

The Bright Empire makes a lot of stupid females. This is something Blue and her sister bitches totally agreed on. Here was another stupid female who refuse to submit to the monks. As Blue carefully covered both her hands with bandages, she can’t help but wonder why they were so stupid.

A female don’t really need their hands. A female greatest use is giving birth, and since when do they need their hands for that? Even without hands, the monks will just hook the female to a wagon. A rope will hook around the neck of the female, locking her to the wagon. A ‘wagon-bitch’, with no other uses but the pulling of the wagon behind the army as it marches along.  Hands…on a female? Not really necessary.   

Summer of Change (Part 2)

Part 2- Journey        

Yu Sheng

            It took 10 days to prepare for the trip once the decision was made. The messenger died on the third day so the temple sent their own runner to the duke. The Temple of the Fire Sun would march to his aid.         

No one was surprised when Yu Sheng was named commander of the temple forces. Yu Sheng was the third highest monk in the temple and with both the Abbot and First Monk in advanced age; he was the most obvious choice to lead the campaign.         

Duke Hatak’s province lies just west of Mount Shi. The journey to his province would take about 8 days, the temple troops will arrive just before the beginning of summer. Yu Sheng looked at Mount Shi as he started his journey. Mount Shi lies at the southeastern tip of Warron. Green thick forest covered the mountain with only one path cutting across it. The inaccessible location and terrain of Mount Shi was what kept the temple safe. The temple lies near the top of the mountain just below the snowline. Yu Sheng was born on the mountain 30 summers ago and had devoted his life to the temple’s teachings. The temple had been his life and now he is leaving.         

Yu Sheng thought of his troops as they march towards their fate. At the front of the troops were the Slaves. Females who had been claim by the various monks of the temple. In the Bright Kingdom, they would be called wives but in the temple, things were very different. Numbering about 300, the slaves were each equipped with a short sword and small shield. They wore light leather armor with the symbol of bright red sun in the middle of armor. The slaves also have a tattoo on their face. In the temple, when a monk claimed a woman as his own, the monk will commission a symbol. The symbol will then be tattooed on the woman’s right cheek. This symbol will remain on her face for all to see, telling everyone that the woman is the property of someone.         

Behind the slaves, marched the monks. With their green robes and long staff, you couldn’t tell that they were fighting men. But no one on Warron, male or female, wants to face a monk of the Fire Sun. With their quickness and strange fighting style, the monks were considered to be the best one-on-one fighters on the continent. Numbering over a hundred, Yu Sheng knew that they were the backbone of his forces.        

Behind the monks came the laymen. 200 young men who were disciples of the Fire Sun but who have yet to complete the test of monkhood, they were the eager apprentices. The young energetic warriors all armies must have. Armed with a spear and armored with a leather vest, Yu Sheng knew that their energy were the heart and soul of his troops.           

Behind the laymen, came perhaps the important part of his troops, the bitches. The bitches were females who hadn’t been claimed by a monk. An army on the move still needs to eat, that means wagons of food must follow the army. However wagons can’t move by themselves. The bitches solved that problem. Eight bitches are assigned to each wagon. The wagon is basically a rectangle box on four wheels. A long pole jut out from the front and two shorter poles are placed across the long pole. In teams of four, the bitches will pull the wagons behind the troops till the time came to change teams. In theory, the bitches can switch around whenever they are tired. However, a Pain-master sits on every wagon. The Pain-master is a monk who for one reason or another cannot fight with the troops. As such their talents are used to take charge of bitches. With a whip in hand, they made sure that the wagons kept up with the troops and any bitch that do not pull their weight is almost guaranteed a whipping at the end of the day. An important and difficult post, a Pain-master can’t be too hard or too soft on the bitches. It’s a hard balancing act but those who succeed at it were greatly admired. The High Abbot himself was a former Pain-master.         

In the Bright Kingdom, men not women are used to pull wagons. The people of the Bight Kingdom believed that men with their greater strength are considered to be better suited to be slaves. The fools never stopped to think that men with their greater physical abilities were naturally leaders. Even without the prophecy and its’ danger, the stronger always control the weak. That is and always will be the way of nature. With hope, the temple will spread its wisdom to the world. Yu Sheng gave one last look at Mount Shi, then turned and marched to the future.

Tian Lung

            Tian Lung sat quietly by the fire. All around him, everyone was preparing to rest for the night. For 3 days they had been marching, soon they will be at their destination. His follow monks and their slaves were spending their last moments of the day around a fire. Most likely it will be their last moments of peace for a while. Even men without slaves are spending their nights with one of the bitches, taking advantage of the night.

“Sir, a message from Master Yu Sheng.”

Tian Lung turned to see the bitch who spoke. The naked bitch was squatting on the ground with her legs apart; she put her hands on the ground and looked at the ground. Her long black hair covered her face. The standard position when a bitch addresses a man in the temple. “Look up bitch.” The bitch raised her head as Tian Lung commanded. The bitch was plain. Black eyes on a face that’s neither beautiful nor ugly. Tian Lung did not recognize her.

“Who are you?”

“My name is Blue. Master Yu Sheng has a message for Monk Tian Lung, Sir”

“What is it?”

“Master Yu Sheng asked that Monk Tian Lung meet him at his fire, Sir.”

“Now?”

“Yes, sir.”

Tian Lung thought about this. This meeting is probably about the duke. He was the only one here who had ever met Duke Hatak. Tian Lung looked at Blue again. No tattoo on her face meant that she was unclaimed, which was why she is naked. Slaves were allowed clothes but not bitches. The only way for bitches to keep warm at night was to spend a night with one of the monks or layman, or sleep and hug each other for warmth.

“Have anyone claim you for the night?”

“No sir.”

“Stay here and await my return.”

“Yes sir.”       

The bitch sounded a little too happy but Tian Lung let it go. He has more important thing to do now. He stood up and walked to the centre of the army. He found Master Yu Sheng’s fire easily. With his bald head and blue robes, Yu Sheng struck an odd picture in the camp. He was easily the shortest monk in the temple and was not known to be a good fighter. His sky blue eyes however had never showed anything but intelligence and his grasped of tactics was second to none. His 4 slaves/wives were beside him, obeying his every word. The master saw Tian Lung approaching.

“Tian Lung”

“Master.” Tian Lung gave a small bow as he addressed his superior.

“Please sit.”

Tian Lung sat by the fire. “You wish to speak to me?”

“Yes. You can probably guess why?”

“Duke Hatak?”

The master nodded his head.

“What do you wish to know Master?”

“The Abbot told me he sent you to the duke 6 summers ago. You met the duke?”

“Several times”

“What kind of man is the duke?”

“Smart, clever, ruthless and very deceptive. That’s best way to describe him.”

“He is a capable man then?”

“Very. Didn’t think the kingdom create men like that anymore.”

“Do you think the duke will be successful in his rebellion?”

“If he failed, it will not be because of lack of effort or intelligence.”

“Does the duke have any vices or weakness I should know about then?”

Tian Lung thought for a moment, and then said, “The duke is a zealot.”

“Please explain.”

“He firmly believes that men, not women should rule. He believes in the Prophecy with all his heart and that women will destroy Warron.”

“Being strong in your convictions can be a great strength at times.”

“At times,” Tian Lung agreed. “Other times, it can and will lead to problems.”

“What do you mean?”

“The duke follows a teaching that is slightly different from ours.”

“What do you mean?”

“You have to remember master that the duke grew up in the Kingdom.”

“So?”

“At the temple, females are not allowed to study. They are used for their bodies, not their minds. To us, females are nothing but animals. Cults in the kingdom will not agree with that thinking.”

“I see. Why would they not?”

“Like I said, they grew up in the Kingdom. There, women are head of the household. To the cults, pulling them down below men is good enough. Considering them animals? That is something beyond the men of the cults I’m afraid.”

The master nodded. “I see… is there anything else?”

“In the Prophecy of Bokkan, it is said that 8 women will destroyed the world. The temple teaches that the first of the woman was the Orcish seer Eyes-to-Heaven. The teaching the duke follows believed that the 2^nd Doom has already came.”

“WHAT? Who…why would they say that?”

“They believed that Minka Rose was the 2^nd Doom.”

“The first Empress! Why?”

“To them, ever since she killed the last Emperor and claimed herself Empress 150 summers ago, wars after wars had been fought in Warron.”

“So? Wars have always been fought!”

“Not like this. In fact, they claimed that only in 2 of the last 150 summers had there not been a war. When Minka Rose claimed the crown of the kingdom, many factions were very unhappy with her. Too many wars have been fought since Minka Rose, far more than is usual.” The master can only shake his head at this. Tian Lung added, “I do not fully agree with them, but this is their belief. And the duke views anyone who disagrees with this view with great disdain, though he hid it very well. You will do well to heed to this Master.”

A look of surprise flashes across the master’s face. “And if I don’t?”

“Then you will have a…harder time convincing him in other matters.” Tian Lung said. “Like I said, the duke is a zealot and very strong in his convictions.”

The master gave a small nod of understanding. He did not look happy. “I understand. I thank you for your advice Tian Lung. You have given me a lot to think about.”

Blue

            Blue was nervous. Tian Lung told her to wait, but he didn’t tell her to get up. So when he came back, Tian Lung saw that Blue was still squatting in her respectful position. Blue was delighted to see the monk.

“Sir, may I sit.”

“No, you mat not.”

“As you wish sir.” Blue fought to keep her voice neutral.

“Lie down on my bedroll and open your legs bitch.”

“Yes Sir.”

Blue again fought to keep her voice neutral. She quickly lay down and opened her legs. Blue was a bitch but she wasn’t a fool. She knew what the monk want, but staying with Tian Lung will keep her warm tonight, so she had no problem with giving him what he wanted. She touched herself between her legs and looked suggestively at the monk. He wasn’t impressed. Blue’s hands then went up her body to her tits. Rubbing them slowly, she gave a small sound of pleasure. Tian Lung continued to look at her impassively. Now, Blue was worried. Most men would jump her by now. If the monk wasn’t going to use her, he would tell her to go. And Blue wants to stay by that fire. 

Looking at Tian Lung, Blue tried to remember everything she knew about him. A loner by nature, Tian Lung was one of the best fighter in the temple, if not the very best. Not only that, with his long, lean body and his pointed, hawk-like face he was also one of the scariest looking man in the temple. But Blue cannot remember anything about his sexual preferences, which is surprising as it was one of the things the bitches loved to gossip about.

“Stand up bitch.” Blue stood up as the monk commanded.

“Squat” Blue squatted down.

“Lie down” Blue lay down with her legs open.

“Too slow. Stand” Blue stood up in a flash.

“Lie down” Blue lay on the ground.         

On and on this went. The commands came faster and faster. Blue followed. She was a doll in the monk’s hand, doing everything he commanded at the speed he wanted. It was a nighttime workout and soon Blue was sweating. “Lie down.” Blue lay on the ground…and stayed there. The next command did not come. Not only that, Tian Lung opened his robe. Blue was relieved. Whatever test this was, she had… Then she saw his cock. Blue was a bitch and had been used by monks before. She was always naked and as a bitch could be used by any man that crossed her path. One of the reasons all bitches wanted to be slaves was the clothes; the other was that once claimed, only your monk can have intercourse with you. So Blue had seen a cock before, many cocks before. But nothing liked this! No wonder none of the bitches gossiped about Tian Lung, no one would believed the size of his manhood. It was longer and thicker than anything she had ever seen. She was scared.      

“Wet me.” At the monk’s command, Blue went to her knees and sucked. She put her mouth over the manhood and tried to put as much saliva on it as possible. She did not want that thing entering her dry.

“Lie down.” That was too soon, but Blue lay on the bedroll as commanded. She steeled herself as the monk entered her. He thrust, and thrust, and thrust. Blue cried out in pain and pleasure. “No sound bitch.” Blue ignored him, besides the pain was so great that she couldn’t keep quiet even if she wanted to. Blue cries out again and…a fist almost knocked her head off.

"I said no sound bitch!” Tian Lung growled. Blue, her head still spinning from the punch, resolved to keep quiet. An impossible exercise! He was just too wide! Every time she cried out, Tian Lung would punch her face. Tian Lung was thrusting violently into her and every time he heard a sound, Blue’s head should spin. Pain! Tian Lung thrust faster and faster. The more punches he threw, the better he seem to like it. Amazingly, Blue felt herself coming to an orgasm. Pain, she was getting off on the pain. It is coming, coming, coming…AHHHH!

Tian Lung climaxed into her, and just at that moment, so did Blue. The biggest, best orgasm ever! She couldn’t believe it. She could hardly breathe. The monk lay beside her. “Clean me,” he commanded. Blue, her face back and blue, rise and put the monk’s manhood in her mouth. Slowly, she licked it clean. But Blue knew she wasn’t cleaning the manhood, she was worshipping it.