Freedom Fighters of Trelandar
A Tale of Adventure in the Second Dark Age
Book Nine of the Warlady Series
By Jerome B. Bigge
Chapter Eight
     
"I would `suggest', Trelandarian, that you obey," Tara said
to me in level tones, "Just as any slave slut would obey here..."
The implications being that all Trelandarian women were "slaves".
That anything now "done" to any of us would not be considered as
"being" a crime under the "rules of warfare" as we were not con-
sidered to be "persons" under the law, but rightless slaves. The
Bajan Princess sitting there before me at the circular table like
some beautiful but deadly venomous snake, that sense of "evil"
that Tara seemed to radiate now filling my own soul with dread...
It was almost as if what sat before me was not human, but one of
the EVIL ONE's minions sent here to Earth to advance its master's
cause. Memories flooding back of old books I'd read, of Nazis...
The dark complexion of the Princess, Tara being "Bajan", recall-
ing to me here the "prediction" in THE BOOK OF LYS of the "Queen
of Darkness" who would be challenged by the "Queen of Light" for
an epic duel to decide the "fate" of Mankind in the land of snow!
     
"As your majesty `wishes'," I answered, undoing my blouse, a
blush going over me as I slipped it from my shoulders, aware of
eyes upon me, of low whispers being spoken... There were none of
the cat calls that would have normally occurred here, Tara being
so feared by her own people that they too were terrified of her!!
     
"You have excellent breasts," Tara observed, looking at me.
"Expose your nipples like the slut you are," she then added here.
The blush that covered me like a wave of warmth going over me now
as I stood there, aware that I would have to strip nude, serve in
the nude, as naked as any slave girl, because Tara so wanted it!!
A low rumbling of thunder audible through the doorway as the rain
came pouring down, its odor wafting in with the humid damp air...
Reaching up, I undid the golden clips that covered my nipples, my
fingers shaking in terror as I opened them, revealing the inti-
mate woman flesh beneath. Setting them on the table before Tara.
I remembered how Taime liked to suck on them, his hand between my
legs, getting me "wet" so that I'd be ready to accept him in me.
My mouth was so "dry" with terror that I feared to even speak up!
     
"That skirt," the former Queen of Sarn spoke, regarding me.
The skirt was designed to show off a woman's legs, its mid-thigh
"height" much like the skirts that the women of the 21st Century
had worn, I recalled, having once "discussed" such with Darlanis.
Many women of that era having been "whores" by our own standards.
     
"As you wish," I whispered hoarsely, undoing the belt to it.
Slipping it down over my hips, my jutting rear end... Those taut
rounded buttocks of mine that so many men had found "attractive".
The standards of beauty of this era "different" from those of the
past, when large breasts were considered desirable upon a woman.
Someone dropping a mug behind me, the crash loud in my ears here!
My hands shaking as I saw her eyes burning up into my own, aware
of her orders, of the fact that I would be completely nude here!!
     
"You would bring about thirty gold crowns on the block," the
Warlady smiled to me, this former Queen of Sarn who had been "re-
placed" in her own husband's affections by the golden Darlanis.
"More if this war was not taking place," Tara smiled up at me...
     
"Leave me my strap..." I pleaded, now almost in tears here.
     
"You will serve `nude'," Tara said to me, her eyes "holding"
mine in a way that I knew left no doubts that I would be "such"!
"And if I see you trying to `cover' yourself, you will serve in
bondage like the slave girl you truly are," the Princess laughed!

     
I felt the man "touch" me, felt his hand caress my thigh, a
shudder going through my body as I served these laughing men, the
Imperial Warlady watching, Tara's dark eyes missing little here.
The bartender there behind the bar having already dropped a bot-
tle in his terror, although the man did not know "who" I was now.
That I was in reality the Lady Sanda Harles, sister of the Queen
of Trelandar, a high Lady of my country, one once well known too!
My opinions upon political affairs having made me quite notorious
in a way, as I'd held that the longer we "waited", the more "dan-
gerous" Darlanis would become to us in her ambitions to restore a
civilization that had died in blinding fire five centuries ago...
     
"Slut!" Tara snapped, "motioning" with her hand as I dashed
over to her, one of her men at arms giving me a painful pinch on
the buttocks as I stepped between the tables to reach her sitting
there by the wall. I wondered what new "torment" she had thought
of to make my life more miserable than it already was here now!!
     
"As mistress wishes," I said, wondering if I should kneel.
     
"You would make a good slave girl," Tara said to me now.
     
"I would be a very poor one," I pleaded, so terrified!
     
"I know more about such things than you do," she smiled.
     
"Please, mistress!" I wept, going to my knees before her!
     
"You are `property', just as your country is ours," she said
to me in tones that left no doubts as to how she saw things here.
"We `own' you, all of your people, like the slaves that you are."
The implications of her words seeming to echo in my ears here.
     
"No, no..." I wept, the tears of terror now rolling down.
     
"Place yourself across my table, your arms outstretched,"
Tara ordered, now getting up, standing before me, her hand on the
gold hilt of her sword. It was said by some that she was an even
greater swordswoman than Darlanis, than my sister, that no one in
the Imperial armies could face her and live! I shook my head in
the negative, unable to speak, to "do" anything but just whisper
"no"! Tara giving orders, men now coming, lifting me and putting
me across the table, binding me to it so that I laid face down
upon its rough hewn drink stained surface, my breasts, my so sen-
sitive nipples now being crushed down by my weight against it!
My ankles being spread, tied to the table's legs so that I laid
upon it with my rear end provocatively displayed to all of them!!
My freshly shaved sex displayed here between my wide open thighs.
     
"It is time that you gave my men pleasure..." Tara said now!
     
"Aii!" someone spoke, the swinging doors flying open, a tall
golden haired woman standing there, pushing back her rain cloak,
her "attire" a barbaric exotic two piece golden mesh outfit of a
provocative style not seen now here for five hundred years! Her
height, her attire leaving no doubt either that this was Darlanis
Marden, the "Empress" herself here! The very same woman who had
now "raped" half of my own country!! The men all bowing to her,
Darlanis standing like a "goddess" before them... She was a bit
"heavier" now, "riper", not the slim young woman she'd been when
I'd known her there at the Academy, but she was still Darlanis!!!
     
"What do we have here, Tara?" Darlanis spoke in clear tones,
the Empress being I knew a wonderful public speaker, better even
than my sister. She was awesome, like a "legend" standing there
before us. I could understand the "secret" of her power, why men
would follow her anywhere, it being said that the Legions of the
Empire would follow their Empress to the gates of Hell itself...
I thought of Valkyries, of the ancient gods of Rome, of Greece.
     
"Just having a little `fun'," Tara "grinned" back at her.
     
"She does not seem to be enjoying it," Darlanis observed.
     
"She's just a whore, some cheap slut," Tara retorted back.
     
I heard Darlanis' footsteps, the clip-clop sound she made in
high heels, the sound of a woman in boots distinctive, different.
She was wearing 21st Century strap boots of a golden leather that
served to "accent" her legs in a way that nothing else could. I
turned my face away, praying that she would not recognize me!!
"It is wrong to rape even a whore," Darlanis replied, grasping me
by the hair, pulling up my head a bit to look at me. I put my
face quickly to one side, away from her, hoping that after ten
years she would have forgotten about me! That she would think
that I did not wish to face her because of the shame I felt now!
     
"She's just a slut, like a million of them here," Tara said.
     
"We are going to need these people as `allies'," the Empress
answered, letting my head drop, then bending down with drawn dag-
ger, cutting me free of my bonds. "Abusing them now is stupid."
I grabbed for my clothes, shaking in terror, keeping my back to
Darlanis, aware that I was in the midst of my enemies here. That
Darlanis would doubtlessly see me hung if she learned who I was!!
"We don't need any more like this guerrilla fighter we now have!"
No doubt "referring" to me, the terror filling my mind as I slunk
away, shuddering, shivering in terror, Darlanis standing there so
tall, so "golden", so obviously the "successor" to Janet Rogers!
The Empress staring at me, her eyes like AZURE FIRE I dared not
meet. "This Lady Sanda Hibber who has been `pestering' us so..."
she continued on, her words seeming to echo in my ears as I knew!
SHE HAD RECOGNIZED ME! SHE KNEW "WHO" I WAS, AND WHAT I WAS NOW!
     
I tried to slip away, holding my clothing like a shield be-
fore myself, shaking in terror, aware of what Darlanis could do!!
The Empress pointing to my horror, snapping, "Hold that woman! I
want to speak to her!" A couple of her men at arms grabbing me,
holding me, the terror clutching at my heart so bad I thought I'd
wet myself! Princess Tara grinning to herself, the look in her
eyes terrifying me even more! Oh Lys, why did I ever let myself
get into this situation? AND WHAT WOULD DARLANIS DO TO ME NOW!?
A heavy drum roll of thunder making me think of the dirge that is
played when you are being taken to the executioner's block! Was
THAT what my fate was going to be? A showy "trial" for the sis-
ter of the Queen of Trelandar, then a short trip to the headsman?
Would Darlanis' face be the last thing I saw before the axe fell!
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