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Episode
I The Corsair
The weeks after her capture were a nightmare
for Vayasha. She and the other
prisoners had been marched to the Shang camp by the Dragon
Warriors. There they had been
confined in a stockade for a day or so.
There were about forty Silvani prisoners in
all. Vayasha and her comrades,
and the Silvani who had been taken in
battle. They were closely watched,
but generally left alone. Only
once was Vayasha worried and that was when a Shang lord dressed in green
robes and wearing a conical hat had stood at the top of the stockade and
looked at the prisoners. The
look in his eyes when he had caught sight of her had sent shivers down her
spine. But she had not seen him
again after that.
However, shortly after the Shang lord had
appeared, all of the prisoners had been roped together and marched out of
the stockade. The guards took
particularly pains to make sure they had no chance of
escaping. Vayasha’s hands
had been tied tightly behind her back, and ropes were looped around her arms
and over her breasts. As before,
it made it very difficult to walk or breathe, but the Shang did not seem
to care. They herded the prisoners
along at a vigorous pace. The
entire Shang army was on the move.
This puzzled Vayasha, because with the capture of the Green Heart,
the Shang should have been carrying their battle to the
Silvani. Instead they seemed
to be retreating. A few hours
later, however, she was too tired and thirsty to care what the Shang were
doing. She only wanted to stop
and rest. But the relentless
pace continued, not only for that day, but for the next two
weeks. Mile after mile they were
herded along, stopping only occasionally for water
breaks. If any of the captives
faltered, they were whipped along by Shang overseers riding
alongside. There was only one
exception to this brutal treatment and that was
Vayasha. For some reason the
guards left her alone. This special
treatment, however, worried her even
more. It meant that she had been
marked by the Shang lord. He
did not want her beaten, which meant that he had something else in mind for
her, and she strongly suspected what that might
be. Already Qwang Gui’s
reputation for brutality had circulated among the captive Silvani, and despite
the fact the male prisoners tried to shelter the women prisoners from the
knowledge, it was soon well known by all what their fate was likely to
be.
Eventually they reached the Shang
capital. Chinwa’s majesty
stunned Vayasha. She could hardly
believe the size and splendor of the huge
city. In all her life she had
never know anything more than a village of simple wooden houses and had never
seen more than a few hundred people all in one
place. Chinwa’s wide avenues,
magnificent buildings, and teeming thousands astounded
her. She found it hard to believe
that the mighty Shang could find it worth their while to invade her humble
home. But she knew that there
was one thing of value the Silvani had that the Shang might want: the Green
Heart, although what the Shang might want to do with it she had no
idea.
Qwang Gui turned the glowing stone over in
his hands. He was in a very good
mood. Everything had gone as
planned. In a few weeks he would
be the new emperor of the Shang.
His Dragon Warriors had taken care of his troublesome
sister. Soon he would use her
to consolidate his power. He
also had the mystic stone that gave the Silvani their power over
nature. He had no idea how the
stone worked, but he had captured several
Silvani. He was looking forward
to questioning them, especially one of
them. He licked his lips
at the thought of the silver-haired girl.
Yes, she should prove most
interesting. He pulled the bell
to summon his guard. “Bring
me the silver-haired Silvani girl.
I think it is time to question her.”
The guards dragged Vayasha from the
compound. She had tried to hide
when they entered, certain that they came for her, and her people had attempted
to shelter her, but the compound where she and the other Silvani had been
imprisoned was not large enough for her to escape them for
long. They had found her hiding
behind a group of Silvani warriors and forced her to accompany them at
spearpoint. Once outside the
compound the Shang guards tied her wrists behind her and hauled her along
with a rope about her neck. She
was marched through the streets for about a half hour and saw that she was
being taken toward a gigantic and most magnificent
building. It was actually large
enough to have contained all of the Silvani village and a good deal of its
surroundings. She knew then that
she was being taken to the royal palace
itself. The seat of power of
the Shang empire.
The palace gates swung wide and she was escorted
through exotic gardens filled with plants and flowers that she had never
seen before. Again she wondered
at the need for the mighty Shang to invade her primitive
homeland. With such wealth and
power what could her people have that the Shang
needed? As she and her guards
entered the palace she became conscious of her shabby
appearance. Her clothes were
torn and soiled from weeks of marching and being forced to sleep on the
ground. She had not washed since
she had been taken prisoner, and her silver-blonde hair was matted and
filthy. She felt quite out of
place in the luxurious palace surrounded by immaculately dressed
servants.
Surrounded by armed guards and at the mercy
of her captors, Vayasha’s apprehension increased as she was escorted
deeper into the palace. She could
think of only one reason why she might have been brought to such a grand
place, and the very thought of what might happen to her filled her with such
fear that she trembled uncontrollably.
She was paraded through room after
room. The palace seemed
endless. And then suddenly she
was being taken into an area that was clearly the living area of the
palace. Large rooms with guards
posted outside the doors lined the marble
hallways. Her escort stopped
outside one of the doors. One
of the guards knocked on the door and the rope was removed from her
neck. The door
opened. Standing there was an
older woman backed by five young girls.
The woman looked at her in a most disapproving manner, but then took
her hand and guided her into the room.
Once inside she was turned over to the young
girls.
Immediately, her hands were untied and the
girls began to strip her filthy rags from her
body. Vayasha’s first instinct
was to resist, but then thought better of
it. The last thing she wanted
was to have the Shang guards enter the room and force her to
strip. She was sure that they
would enjoy such duty far too much to make any resistance
worthwhile. Within a few seconds
the girls had her ragged clothes off.
Embarrassed, Vayasha tried to cover her breasts and nether region
with her hands, but the girls seemed oblivious to her
shame. They took hold of her
arms and guided her toward a large pool of steaming
water. At first Vayasha was alarmed,
but then suddenly realized that the pool was a
bath. She had never seen such
a large amount of hot water before.
The Silvani usually bathed in cold water streams and
pools. The girls guided her into
the pool, immersing themselves along with
her. Each of the young women
held a sponge which they dipped in the water and began to scrub her with.
Vayasha had never experienced so pleasant
a sensation. She derived almost
sinful pleasure from it and became quite relaxed as she received the most
thorough cleansing she had ever had.
She emerged from the bath almost beet red from the heat and the
scrubbing. Awaiting her was the
older woman. She sat her down
and supervised the combing out of Vayasha’s
hair. Then satisfied that she
was properly groomed the senior maidservant dressed her in a long flowing
white robe, and placed a large mirror in front of
her.
Vayasha’s mouth fell open in
astonishment. The person staring
back at her was more beautiful than she could have
imagined. For a few seconds she
thought it was some sort of trick, but when she moved her image moved with
her. “You are beautiful
indeed, my lady, said the older servant.
“A fitting consort for the emperor.”
Vayasha felt like someone had hit her in the
stomach. For a few minutes she
had forgotten her predicament. But
now her peril came back to her like a splash of cold water thrown into her
face. How could she have forgotten
where she was? She was a prisoner
of the Shang and no doubt intended to serve as one of the emperor’s
concubines. Her fear and
consternation must have been obvious, as the older woman placed her hand
on Vayasha’s shoulder and spoke to her in a reassuring
tone. “My lady, to be chosen
to serve the one who sits upon the Throne of Heaven is a great
honour. The emperor may have
his pick of thousands of women. To
be one of the select few chosen to serve the emperor is to hold a special
place in the empire. You must
not be afraid.”
Vayasha tried to calm her
breathing. It would do her no
good to protest. She had to bide
her time and hope for an opportunity to escape before the emperor had any
opportunity to summon her. Her
only chance was for the servants to leave her and give her the opportunity
to look for a way out of the palace.
She nodded her head and let the senior maidservant take her arm and
lead her toward the bedroom.
Time
passed. Vayasha sat on the
bed. The maidservant who had
escorted her to the bedroom had not left and so she had been given no opportunity
to look for a way out. Finally,
she ventured a question, “What has become of the
emperor? I though I was brought
here to see him.”
“You must be patient my lady,” the
servant answered. The emperor,
Qwang Gui, is a very busy man. At
present he is entertaining his sister.
And that may take some time.”
There was something strange about the way
the woman had said ‘entertaining,’ but she could not fathom what
it was. In any case, it seemed
obvious that the woman was not going to leave her alone, and so Vayasha decided
to take matters into her own hands.
She got up from the
bed. Although not exceedingly
tall by Silvani standards, Vayasha was much taller than the Shang
servant. She knew, however, that
many of the Shang were skilled in the art of hand to hand fighting, as she
had discovered when she had confronted the Dragon
Warriors. And so she took no
chances. Her room overlooked
a garden courtyard. Vayasha went
to the window and looked at the garden.
Immediately, the serving woman was by her
side. “My lady?” she
asked, as if Vayasha might want
something. But Vayasha knew that
she was merely keeping close to her as she had no doubt been
ordered.
Vayasha leaned out the window and scanned
the garden. There were many trees
and flowers that she did not recognize; pointing to one of them she asked
what it was. She could almost
sense the woman’s relief as she
answered. It was obvious that
she had been concerned that Vayasha might be trying to
escape. In a short time she and
the servant were chatting in a most friendly
matter. The woman seemed quite
delighted to explain the delights of the garden to her.
After half an hour Vayasha was
beginning to feel guilty about what she had to do, but it was her only way
out.
Leaning over the sill she pointed to a flower
growing right beneath the window.
“What is that one?” she
asked.
The shorter woman had to leave her feet to
see what Vayasha was pointing to.
As she did so Vayasha stepped back and whipped the coverlet off the
bed. In an instant she had enshrouded
the unsuspecting servant in the folds of the
coverlet. The woman cried out
in surprise, but Vayasha had clamped her hand over her mouth and
nose. A wild struggle ensued
as the terrified servant tried to escape, but Vayasha held on to her like
grim death. Slowly the woman’s
struggles diminished as she fought for breath and then she began to go
limp. Vayasha removed her hand
from the unconscious servant’s
mouth. She did not want to kill
her, just ensure that she did not wake up too
soon. As the woman slumped to
the floor, Vayasha tightened the sheet about
her. Moving to the bed, she tore
one of the sheets into strips and used it to bind the woman into the
coverlet. She finished by gagging
her and then went to the door.
Placing her ear to it she
listened. There was no sound
from the servants in the outer room.
Apparently they had been far enough away from the door not to hear
anything.
She returned to the bed and tore the remaining
sheets into strips and tied them
together. Securing these to one
of the bedposts she tossed the remainder out of the
window. The garden below was
still deserted. Quickly she clambered
to the sill and using the sheet as a rope, she lowered herself to the
garden. She was now almost in
her element. The trees and shrubs
in the garden would provide her with
cover. She was, however, poorly
dressed for escape. She would
have to find some more suitable clothes than the flowing robe the maidservants
had dressed her in, and that meant going back into the
palace.
She moved from tree to tree and bush to bush,
all the while keeping her eyes open for any Shang
guards. Reaching the edge of
the garden, she wriggled under a bush and surveyed the scene before
her. Only a few feet away were
several Shang soldiers, posted near one of the palace
entrances. The men looked
bored. Vayasha guessed that this
far into the palace grounds, they were rarely faced with any
intruders. Perhaps if they were
careless enough she might be able to obtain weapons and a way back into the
palace. Somewhere in the huge
complex was the Green Heart. And
she intended to get it back or die
trying.
Vayasha knew that such a daring action was
foolish. She was just one young
woman against the huge number of soldiers in the palace, and she had no idea
where the mystical jewel might be hidden.
But she felt personally responsible for its
loss. She had been one of those
on guard when it had been taken and her sense of honour demanded that she
try to get it back. She settled
down to wait. Sooner or later
she hoped that the guards might give her the opportunity she needed to get
into the palace.
She lay there for several hours, trying to
keep focused on her mission. But
sometime during that time exhaustion caught up with her and she dozed
off. She awoke with a start,
alarmed and ashamed at her weakness.
To her relief, the soldiers she had been watching were still there,
bored as ever. At least most
of them were. Several were
missing. Where there had been
seven, now there were only five.
She wondered where the other two had gone, and then she heard a footstep
behind her. She lay very still,
hoping she would remain hidden by the
bush. Then something very sharp
touched her back. “What
have we here?” asked a voice directly above her.
Vayasha froze in
terror. There was no mistaking
the touch of a razor edged weapon in the small of her
back. Then the bush was swept
aside and two powerful arms jerked her to her
feet. She found herself face
to face with two heavily armed Shang
guards. Driven by fear, she fought
to get away, but her untrained blows did little damage to the armored
soldiers. She only ended up bruising
her hands and feet. A few seconds
later, any chance of escape there might have been disappeared as the other
men she had been watching closed around her.
“A little bird hiding in the bush,”
taunted the man who had caught her.
“How did you get there little
bird?”
Vayasha could think of no
reply. She was completely surrounded
and her fear was so great she had to work hard not to wet
herself. Mentally she cursed
her carelessness. How could she
have been so stupid? She had
escaped and then by falling asleep had allowed herself to be captured
again.
“You’re a quiet one,” the man
continued. “Why were you
so interested in us and how did you get into the
garden?”
“Maybe she just wants a good man,
sergeant,” chimed in another of the
soldiers.
“I think you’re right, Dom, and
I think we should grant her wish.”
As he spoke, he ran his hand over Vayasha’s breasts, which were
barely concealed beneath her filmy robe.
“No!” she screamed, struggling
anew. She was more terrified
than she had ever been in her life.
One of the men clamped his hand over her
mouth. “You’re not
so quiet now,” he said, “but we can’t have you attracting
too much attention.” The
man’s hand was suffocating, cutting off her breath as well as silencing
her. Kicking her feet and striking
out again with her hands, she fought to get
away. But within seconds the
other soldiers had laid hold of her arms and legs, lifting her off the
ground. Then they carried her
deeper into the garden, finally setting her down in a grassy square enclosed
on all side by tall conical cedar trees.
Vayasha’s terror increased with the realization of why they had
brought her there.
“Sergeant,” asked one of the soldiers,
“shouldn’t we alert the captain?”
“Don’t be a fool,” growled
the sergeant. “What danger
can one girl be? What the captain
doesn’t know won’t hurt him and meanwhile we can have a little
fun. Since you’re so concerned
about security return to your post and keep watch until it’s your
turn.”
The man
hesitated. “She’s dressed
like a high-born,” he said.
“Look at her hair and skin.
She’s not intruder.
She’s part of the emperor’s
serail.”
The sergeant
frowned. Clearly he had been
looking forward to entertaining himself at Vayasha’s
expense. “I doubt that a
concubine would be hiding in the garden,” he
replied. “If she is part
of the harem why was she hiding in the garden?”
“Perhaps she wasn’t
hiding. She might just have been
asleep.”
The sergeant appeared
irritated. “Hold her
here. I will go to the palace
and see if one of the emperor’s women has been reported
missing.”
Through all this Vayasha had remained
silent. She was caught between
trying to brazen her way out of the predicament by revealing that she was
an escaped odalisque and keeping her
peace. If the soldiers took her
to be a concubine she would be taken back to the palace and
punished. Probably severely
punished. If she remained with
the soldiers it was almost certain that she would be raped, but it might
offer a chance of escape. She
therefore watched wide eyed as sergeant and two of the other soldiers moved
off. Now she was held by only
three men.
Held was not the right
word. She was actually surrounded,
but none of the men was actually touching
her. She was after all, only
a helpless girl. The heavily
armed guards had little fear that a young woman dressed in the sheer garments
of the harem was any sort of danger.
“Now,” she
thought. She darted away from
the soldiers, her speed catching them
off-guard.
“Get her,” one of the soldiers
yelled. The clash of armour told
her that all of the men were in hot
pursuit. Vayasha was unencumbered
by armour. Lightly she sped over
the ground, flitting among the trees and bushes looking for some place to
hide.
It was her flowing diaphanous costume that
was her undoing. It was poorly
suited for physical activity. As
she dashed by an ornamental bush the costume billowed out and snagged in
its branches, dragging her to a halt.
Wrenching separately at the filmy material she tore it loose, leaving
a goodly part of her already revealing clothing behind
her. She was free again, but
the slight delay enable the youngest and fleetest of the soldiers to catch
her.
She turned to fight, an action so unexpected
that the pursuing soldier ran right into
her. The impact bowled her over
and then before she had a chance to escape the others were on
her.
She lifted from the ground by all three
men. Two held her arms and the
other her slender waist.
Desperately she struggled and they let her, waiting until she had
exhausted herself. By this time
the commotion had attracted the sergeant and the men who had gone with
him. Surrounded by six men escape
was impossible.
The sergeant glowered at
her. “Little bitch,”
he said. “She tried to deceive
us. I’m going to take her
right here.” This time no
one argued with him.
“No!”
Vayasha
protested, her guts twisting in fear.
The sergeant was slowly removing his
armour. His intent was all too
clear. “Let me
go. I am favoured of the
emperor. If I am harmed you will
be put to death.”
“If you are so favoured then why did
you not reveal this before?” the sergeant
replied. He did not pause in
the removal of his armour.
“You are one of the palace prostitutes and I will treat you as
such.”
Vayasha opened her mouth to scream, but one
of the men holding her arms, anticipating her action clamped his hand over
her mouth. Her cries muffled
she struggled frantically as the guard prepared to take
her.
The sergeant fumbled with the fastenings that
held his codpiece in place. The
organ that was released was fully erect.
Never before had she seen an adult male organ in a full state of
arousal. She tried to bite the
hand over her mouth, but it was clamped even harder and then she almost fainted
in fear as the sergeant slowly pushed her loose-fitting
robe up over her thighs to her
waist. He whistled in
astonishment. “She’s
as silver down below as she is above,” he said, referring to her hair
colour. He moved his hand toward
her nether region.
Vayasha gave a muffled shriek of fear as the
sergeant’s hand fondled her most private
place. “Virgin as the day
she was born,” leered the sergeant, as his fingers went where no man
had ever touched her. “Time
we did something about that.”
With a strength she did not know she possessed,
Vayasha fought to escape, arching and bucking her body
wildly. So fierce were her struggles
that she actually succeeded in freeing one of her
legs. Drawing her leg back, she
kicked out, her foot catching the sergeant on his armored chest, doing no
damage, but driving him backwards with such force that he lost his footing
and tumbled onto his back.
A roar of laughter went up from the other
soldiers as the guard, his face red with rage scrambled back to his
feet. “The little bird has
a lot of fight, Domi,” laughed one of the
men. “You better pluck her
before she gets away.”
“Little bitch,” cursed the
sergeant. Grabbing Vayasha’s
robe he gave it an infuriated tug and tore the diaphanous material from her
body. Then he clamped a hand
over each of her breasts.
Vayasha gave another muffled shriek, this
time of pain, as her small, tender breasts were crushed and
twisted. Then two more soldiers
came forward and seizing her legs lifted her clear of the ground and spread
her. The sergeant seized her
buttocks and prepared to thrust into her.
Vayasha wrenched her
head. For a brief second her
mouth was free. She raised her
voice in a long despairing shriek.
Then the hand was clamped back over her
mouth. The sergeant’s member
touch her vulva. It all seemed
like a horrible dream. She was
about to be raped, and probably more than
once. One more time she twisted
her body in a desperate attempt to delay the loss of her
virginity. Her body was so slick
with sweat, that for a second her captors almost lost their grip, but this
time they were ready for her frantic efforts to escape and they maintained
their hold on her.
Domi tightened his grip on the silver-blonde
girl’s backside, his fingers digging into the soft
flesh. For a few seconds he just
watched her futile efforts to escape.
He thought he had never seen anything so
beautiful. The girl’s body
glistened with perspiration and her small, perfect breasts bounced and jiggled
with each agonized twist as she fought to
escape. He would take her slowly,
and watch her face as she was deflowered.
He moved his pelvis forward.
Domi’s head was almost torn off by the
hurtling body that slammed feet first into his
face. His neck snapped, and he
was dead before he hit the ground.
Just as suddenly, Vayasha found herself on the ground as the men holding
her reached for their weapons.
Confused and exhausted
as she was, she still had the presence of mind to roll to one side, avoiding
the chaotic melee about her.
She found herself under the shelter of one
of the cedar trees with a perfect view of the action unfolding before
her. It didn’t last
long. In the middle of the soldiers
was a blur of black and red.
Vayasha saw that it was the redheaded Dragon Warrior who had taken
her prisoner. Her movements were
so quick that Vayasha could not follow them, and the effects were devastating
to the soldiers who had tried to rape
her. Bodies flew in all directions
as the Dragon Warrior’s feet and hands struck with brutal
precision. Within seconds, only
one man remained of the six who had surrounded her, and he was running for
his life crashing through the garden as he
fled.
Vayasha tried to scramble to her feet, but
her trembling legs would not support her.
Eyes wide with fright, she stared as the Dragon Warrior strode toward
her.
The Red Dragon glared at Che
Sha. Why would the Shang princess
not take advantage of her opportunity and attempt to
escape? In a few more seconds
the palace guard would arrive. With
an audible sigh she grabbed the girl’s
arm. “Come on, then, I’ll
help you. Maybe we can find some
place to hide.”
Pulling Che Sha after her, she moved quickly
down the hedge-lined path. It
ran straight for about fifty feet and then turned at right
angles. As she turned the corner
she heard the sound of iron shod feet on the gravel behind
her. She quickened her pace,
dragging the exhausted princess with her.
The path ran straight for another twenty feet and then ended at a
T intersection. A light flicked
on in the Red Dragon’s head.
She suddenly knew what she had stumbled
into. She was in a
maze. Incredibly, luck had taken
her to the only place in the palace gardens that she might have a chance
to lose her pursuers. Redoubling
her pace, she turned to the right.
As she had surmised the path ran only for another fifty feet before
reaching another T intersection.
This time she turned left.
Deeper and deeper into the maze she
went. She was not concerned about
which way she went; she simply wanted to get as far from her pursuers as
she could.
Che Sha could barely
stand. Only the strength lent
her by the Dragon Warrior kept her going, but she was almost completely done
in. She was breathing so hard
that it seemed as if her lungs would
explode. To her amazement and
consternation, the Dragon Warrior hardly seemed tired at
all. Suddenly the black clad
woman stopped. “We will
rest here,” she said. “I
think the maze will confuse them enough that we can stop for a little
while.”
Che Sha gratefully sank to the
ground. She tried to slow her
harsh breathing, not wanting to make any sound that would give away her location,
but it took her several minutes before she was able to breathe
easily. All the while, the Red
Dragon stood over her, watching for any sign of their
pursuers. Finally, after what
seemed far too short a time, the redhead pulled on Che Sha’s
arm. “It is time to
go. They are getting
closer.”
The sounds of soldiers were by now all around
them. Che Sha got to her feet
and followed the Red Dragon as she moved through the
maze. Her pattern seemed random,
until Che Sha suddenly understood that she was moving away from any sound
of pursuit. The slower pace at
which they were moving allowed Che Sha to keep up without
help. Gradually the voices of
the Shang soldiers faded. The
maze was throwing their pursuers off their
track. Che Sha knew, however,
that they could not remain in the maze
forever. Sooner or later the
palace guard would track them down or seal off all the exits and then they
would be caught. She hoped the
Red Dragon had a plan.
The Red Dragon moved purposefully through
the maze. She no longer sought
to evade capture. Now she was
looking for a way out. The problem
was, she was not sure that there was an exit that she could
use. Certainly, the way they
had entered would be guarded. Their
only chance was that the maze might have multiple
exits. If it didn’t, they
might have to try and force their way through the close growing cedars that
made up the labyrinth. But that
would be difficult in the extreme.
The cedars were very old and their trunks so close together that they
were almost like a wall. But
the Red Dragon knew that there
was a pattern to mazes, and if she could figure it out, she and the princess
might yet escape. She turned
right again. This was the fifth
time she had done that. All the
while, she kept her eyes open for signs that she was not accidentally retracing
her steps. Each time she made
a turn she broke one of the branches on one of the
cedars. So far she had not
encountered one of the broken stems.
She made her sixth turn to the right, and
suddenly saw daylight. Five more
steps and she was out of the maze.
There was no sign of the palace guard, although their shouts sounded
clearly from close by. Taking
Che Sha’s hand, she headed away from the
palace. And then she heard a
scream.
The sound was
unmistakable. It was a woman
screaming in fear. And it was
not more than a hundred feet or so away.
The Red Dragon shoved Che Sha into gap between
two linden trees. “Stay
here,” she ordered. Then
she was away. The scream did
not repeat itself, but she had a good idea of the direction from which it
had come. She found herself running
down a slight inline that flattened out into a terrace overlooking the lower
garden. As she approached the
edge of the terrace there came the unmistakable sound of a
struggle.
She crested the
terrace. Below her six Shang
guards were engaged in the gang rape of a young
girl. The Red Dragon took the
scene in instantly. She saw that
the victim was one of the Silvani maidens she had captured in her raid on
their village. What the girl
was doing in the palace garden she had no idea, but it appeared that she
had arrived just in time. The
girl was about to lose her virginity, if she had not already been
deflowered. She struggled helplessly
in the hands of the men that held her, her long-limbed white body thrashing
in a frantic but hopeless attempt to
escape. The girl’s strong
supple body glistened with sweat and her breasts quivered, moving in a circular
motion as she bucked and heaved.
One man held each of her limbs; a fifth covered her mouth with his
hand; and the sixth was poised to thrust his erect phallus into the shivering
vulva of the forest girl.
Without breaking stride, the Red Dragon vaulted
from the terrace. Her jump carried
her fully twenty feet and she struck the soldier standing between the
girl’s legs with tremendous force, her feet driving into his face and
snapping his neck like a straw.
Even as the soldier died, hurled across the grassy glade like a broken
doll, the Red Dragon was striking out at the remaining
soldiers. She moved almost too
fast for the eye to follow, her hands and feet dealing death with almost
every blow. Within seconds the
bodies littered the grassy sward and the last soldier was fleeing for his
life.
Breathing slightly from the exertion, the
Red Dragon helped the naked and still trembling girl to her
feet. “Are you alright?”
she asked.
The girl swayed
unsteadily. “Yes,”
she replied.
“We have to get out of here,” the
Red Dragon said. “I’ll
help you find some clothes. Some
of these should fit you.” As
she spoke, the Red Dragon began to pull the armor off one of the dead Shang
warriors. His height approximated
that of the girl. The silver-haired
girl hesitated. She seemed completely
done in both physically and mentally, but recovered enough to put on the
pants, shirt, and boots that the Red Dragon handed
her. The Red Dragon helped her
dress, hurrying her along. It
was only a matter of time before the entire palace garrison descended upon
the gardens and it was critical she get back to Che Sha and find some place
of refuge.
At that moment a slender figure pushed through
the hedge surrounding the lawn. The
Red Dragon frowned. Che Sha should
have stayed where she put her, but the girl had
followed. “I am a princess
of the Shang,” Che Sha said by way of
explanation. “I would not
let you go alone.”
The Red Dragon did not
answer. Instead she helped the
girl finish dressing.
“Come,” she said. “We must get away from
here. There is a natural area
near the edge of the gardens. It
will provide a suitable hiding place until
dark. Then we can leave the palace
grounds.”
“I cannot go,” protested
Vayasha. She had picked up a
bow and quiver of arrows from one of the dead
guards. “I must retrieve
the Green Heart. I know it is
there.” She pointed toward
the looming whiteness of the palace.
“How do you know?’ asked the Red
Dragon.
“I am
Silvani. We are drawn to the
green stone. We have a mystical
link with it. If it is close
we can feel it. And I know it
is in the palace.”
The Red Dragon
nodded. She had been the one
to steal the Green Heart from the
Silvani. The least she could
do was to help her get it back.
“Alright, we will wait until dark and then I will return to the
palace and retrieve it.”
“You will not go without me,” said
Vayasha.
“Nor me,” interjected Che
Sha.
“We will discuss who will go later. Meanwhile we need to hide. Follow me.” The Red Dragon turned and headed for the wooded area of the garden.
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