Chronicles Of The Kakonia

Okay here's the next chapter, a little more violent so buckle up.

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Clara found herself being roused from her sleep to what she could adequate to be at least four in the bloody morning. The double suns hadn’t rose into the sky just yet and the entire home was dark minus the few candle lights that burned here and there.
“Come on Clara, up” spoke Andrew, but to Clara his words were muffled in her zombie-like state.
Clare had never been a morning person, getting up at seven to be at work by nine was always a chore for the woman. This situation was no different, though it took Clara awhile to process why a strange man was waking her up at the ungodly hour.
Yesterday’s events came rushing back to Clara making her groan in annoyance. She desperately though the whole nightmare would be over by now.
No such luck, thought Clara bitterly.
Another call form Andrew drew Clara further from her sleepy state.
Oh that’s right, I begin work today…I’m not getting paid…I’m a slave…shit…fucking demons…were Clara’s disorganized thoughts.
With great effort and an epic fight with the blanket she cocooned herself in. For a world with two suns is sure gets cold at night, thought the girl; as she released herself like a newborn butterfly.
Breakfast had been uneventful, except for the huge egg the size of the plate presented to Clara.
It’s like Texas here, everything is bigger…
Darren was surprisingly up but not all there in the head, as the kid’s head kept dropping. Charity hadn’t come home last night, apparently not a shocker for Andrew, well used to his wife disappearing. Clara thought better not to question the dysfunctional family.
After breakfast the three left the house. Darren dragged himself across the street where a woman was waiting by her door to welcome the child. She and Andrew exchanged friendly waved and smiles before she disappeared back inside her door.
“Babysitter?” questioned Clara.
“Yeah, no telling when Charity will return. I pissed her off bad last night” muttered Andrew.
“Sorry”
“Don’t worry about it Clara. She’ll be back…she always comes back”
After that, the conversation turned silent as the two made their way to the castle. Surprisingly the courtyard was abuzz with activity as cadets were in the middle of morning training.
Good god I’ve never seen such a congregation of good looking men in one place before…and they’re all shirtless, thought Clara her mouth slightly watering at so many buff bodies on display.
“God do all men here look like that?” said Clara aloud.
“They’re not a good crop of soldiers, but hopefully they’ll improve over the year” commented Andrew. “They’re boys fresh out of the academy; young, reckless, and far too eager to prove themselves. Little prepackaged headaches” said Andrew.
Clara chuckled at that. It was eerie how normal yet different this society was. If this was to be her new home (for the time being) it was okay, after all things could be worse.
Though, I am considered a …slave…and this place is in a completely different world. But…I could’ve ended up with those demon things. Still this is not home or anywhere near it. Can I really live here? Especially working for that bastard of a kin? Thought Clara bitterly. So lost in her own thoughts she barely noticed that she had entered the castle with Andrew.
“Keep up Clara. It’s easy to get lost in here” called Andrew.
The call woke Clara from her thoughts and saw that she had wondered away from Andrew’s side. The man was half way down the hall while Clara found herself stationary in front of a large slab of rock attached to the wall.
“What the…”
The stone was flat and was at least a half a story high. Odd writing was scrapped into the rough surface of the light colored rock. The writing itself were sharp lines of both broad and bold strokes, stung together in acute angles. In college Clara had taking a class on Calligraphy on both western and eastern styles. She could see some of both styles in this writing, strung together in a rather haphazard way.
I guess this is their written language, like the Rosetta stone. Hmm…their style of writing does show their aggressive nature as well as their value in strength. Such a violent style lettering, thought Clara as she gazed at the slab.
“Impressive isn’t it?” said Andrew appearing beside her.
“Yeah…what is it?”
“The ‘Arc Orin Lex’ which means the high laws. These are the original laws laid down by the first king. Our entire society is based on this” replied Andrew
“Wow, impressive”
“Hey! Andrew!” a female voice called.
Attention was refocused on the approaching woman coming down the hall. Clara took in an eye full of the most impressive specimen of woman she had ever seen.
The female in question towered over Clara by at least four to five inched. Her chocolate colored hair was cut short, stopping at the shoulders in a smooth cut. Layered bangs obscured dark eyes on an oval shaped face with lush lips. A bodice of black metal supported two massive breasts, but left good amount of cleavage to jiggle as she walked. The chest fell away to a near flat stomach adorned with a four pack of abdominal muscle which then descended to wide hips covered in a tight black skirt decorated with side flaps of black metal and a dangling sword scabbard. Her legs and arms were also deck out in muscle in a rather feminine way. The woman may have in built like a brick-shit house but that did little to lessen her female beauty.
Holy crap on a freaking sandwich is she for real! You’ve got to be kidding me, thought Clara, blinking her eyes in disbelief.
“Good Morning Tawny” addressed Andrew with a smile.
“Morning, heard you caused a stir in front of his majesty about a human” boomed the woman.
“Already the humors are starting” muttered Andrew
“Hey beside work, not much to do but gossip” chuckled Tawny “Whoa! Is this the human?” asked Tawny peering at Clara. Clara in turn snuck back behind Andrew. So far people other than Andrew hadn’t been too friendly.
“Yes, this is Clara. Clara this is Capitan Tawny of the priestess. Her squad protects the noble ladies of the court”
“More like babysit a bunch of high class bitches. Oh woe is me, for I have princess bitch to watch” grumbled the woman.
“Hi…” squeaked Clara.
“Come on honey, I won’t hurt ya, I don’t mind humans” smiled the woman. Tawny held out her hand for Clara to take.
With much hesitation Clara took the offered hand and the two women shook hands. Tawny’s grip was firm, Clara had the feeling the woman was holding back her immense strength.
“Welcome to the empire, hope they don’t work ya to death”
“…yeah…” answered Clara letting go.
“We better go Tawny, lot to do” announced Andrew from behind.
“Yeah, yeah. Hey watch out for Jarard today. Work himself into a proper hissy fit. Some smart ass cadet thought he mouth off” said Tawny.
Andrew faked a wince, “Ouch, these kids don’t have any respect”
“Serves the brats right; they should know what they’re in for. Well, see ya around. Good luck human, you’ll need it” said the woman before walking off down the hall.
“Wow…” commented Clara “Are all the women here like that?”
If that’s the case…I feel inferior, thought Clara, the need to cup her breasts for a dismal comparison.
“Mostly, then again Tawny is Capitan for a reason. One of the strongest females you’ll find in the country” announced Andrew. “We need to get going Clara”
“Right…”

I’m in a rat maze, thought Clara. She been trailing behind Andrew for two hours as they made drop offs at different places within the castle. It’s like a medieval office building, thought the woman.
Indeed the interior of the castle was outfitted for government work with different departments in different areas of the mammoth castle.
I guess they’re not too primitive, but how the hell am I going to remember this crazy route, thought the woman.
Of course remembering the twists and turns of castle wasn’t Clara’s only problem; rumors traveled fast. No matter where Andrew dragged Clara, the red haired woman could her whispers behind her back. The subject being Clara herself, apparently humans weren’t the most common visitors to the empire. Along with the whispers were cold and disgusted looks and uncomfortable stares. Some guards had enough balls to shout jeers at her.
“Hey human! You’re a credit to your weak kind”
“Hurry up and die!”
“I hope her weakness isn’t a disease. Hate to catch it”
Andrew would yell at the guards, but the bastard took the tongue lashing with smirks on their faces. It was scary and humiliating. Clara hadn’t felt this bad since her first day of Catholic high school where she traveled down the hall with the back of her school skirt tucked into her panties.
In any case, by the time the afternoon rolled around Clara was tearing up. Never before had her self esteem plummet down to such dangerous levels.
“Don’t listen to them Clara. There’s nothing wrong with being human. Those asses should remember that we both come from the same ancestors.” Andrew had said.
Clara humored him with a weak smile, but his words did little to raise her spirits.
To think I’ll have to do this run every day and alone…thought Clare dismally.
By one O’clock the duo was on their last stop before lunch.
“Clara I need to run this down to the council chamber” said Andrew holding a bundle of scrolls. “Please wait here”
“Wait! Can’t I come?” asked Clara.
“Sorry, you can’t follow because the council chambers are strictly guarded and no helots are allowed entry. Not to mention, a meeting is going on…I’ll only be ten minutes at the most” reassured the man.
“I…I don’t want to be alone” whined Clara.
“You’ll be fine. Just don’t bring attention to yourself. I’ll be right back” called Andrew going through an opening that released into another part of the court yard. Clara watched as Andrew made his way across the lawn to and massive dome building in the distance. The soldiers pace was quick, within moments he was out of sight.
I hope he is quick, thought Clara plastering herself against the wall.
The first five minutes passed with no one within the hallway except Clara. The woman’s guard soon fell and Clara began to watch the little bugs buzzing around outside. Clara noticed too late the three guards approaching her.
“Lost little girl?” asked a guard with an ugly brown beard.
“Huh? No, I’m fine!” squeaked Clara, now focused on the three men.
“Hey, I know her” shouted a blond guard younger looking than the beard-o. His voice was obnoxious. “She’s the human that Lt. Andrew saved”
Oh God…
“Really?” remarked the other guard, this one with an eye patch. “She’s got red hair, don’t see that often”
“Is she supposed to be a full grown woman? She’s looks like a pubescent girl” said the obnoxious blond.
“I’m full grown, thank you very much” snapped Clara. Oh god, why’d I open my mouth?
The man with the beard glared at her. “The Capitan said she had a mouth on her. Looks to me that Andrew has begun training the little beast”
“She’s really full grown?” asked the blond again.
“That’s what she said shit-for-brains” barked the eye patch guy.
“Just saying, she’s so puny. I guess human males don’t have much t work with” commented the blond.
“Human males are worse, there’re women expect for cocks the size of a finger” commented the bearded one.
“What a pathetic race” laughed the blond.
God what a bunch of assholes, how about I knee you all in your nuts? Bet that’ll level the playing field, thought Clara deviously. Her thoughts soon melted into panic when the guard with the patch spoke.
“I don’t think she’s so bad” the man reached out and squeezed Clara’s right breast. “She’s fun sized” he laughed
Clara yelled and slapped the offending hand away. “What hell is your problem?!” screamed Clara. “This is sexual harassment you bastard...”
Wham!
Clara’s statement was cut off as the man with the beard slapped her across the face.
“Bitch we can do whatever we like with you. Your nothing but a disgusting, weak human and a helot” growled the man.
Clara didn’t hear a word the man said, her head was ringing. Her cheek was screaming in agony and Clara could taste blood in her mouth.
Son of a bitch! Shit! That hurt…damn…damn…ouch, were Clara’s thoughts as she nursed her throbbing cheek.
“I bet that hurt” spoke the blond happily.
“She should know her place” defended the bearded man.
“She’s feisty” smirked the eye patch man. “Maybe she should be taught some more…” the man’s one good eye scanned the girl. “She not much but, it’s been so long”
“That’s disgusting” said the bearded man “She’s a human, surly you won’t disgrace yourself by violating such a lonesome creature”
“Ewe” added the blond.
“Don’t deny an old soldier his pleasures” smiled the one eyed guard.
The bearded one made an appalled look. “Fine do what you want with her. I will not have any part in this delinquency” he then walked off.
“Pops is gone, I should split as well” spoke the blond.
“Come on kid, I need a look out. No one else will care but Andrew would have me hung from my balls” said the man, gabbing Clara.
“Why should I?”
“Cause, you’ll get a turn. Share and share alike. Besides you could use the practice. Don’t want to be slipping do ya?” chuckled the older soldier.
The blond soldier thought a few moments before nodding enthusiastically. “Deal”
“Good, now make sure to tell me if you see Lt. Andrew”
“Right, right”
By now, Clara’s mind came back after being slapped silly. Understanding of the situation she was now in came over her when a calloused hand grabbed hold of her pants and yanked down.
“No! NONONONONONO! Let me go! Help! Help! Please someone help!” Clara screamed at the top of her lungs.
A large hand grabbed her throat in an iron grip, cutting off air, making Clara cough and gasp. She clawed at her assailant’s hand with success.
“Shut the hell up, helot. I’ll break your neck” growled the guard.
“Be quick will you” hissed the blond “I want mu turn too”
“Shut kid, you’ll have yours”
“Yeah, but I don’t want to be fucking a corpse”
Oh god, oh god, oh god! I’m going to die…and be raped…die and raped…No please not like this…not like this. Help Andrew…please help…anyone…please…I don’t want to die…not like…this, were Clara’s broken thoughts.
She could barely breathe. Tears were beginning to burn hers eyes. Kicking became futile as the man inserted himself between her thighs. His free hand was fumbling with his pants, desperate to release his aching cock from its cloth prison
“There” The engorged organ was released, standing proudly like a canon ready to go off. “You may be small, but I bet you’re as tight as all get out” cooed the man.
Tears began to spill from Clara’s eyes as she felt the man’s cock brush against the pubic curls, no doubt the rust colored hairs were being smeared with pre-cum from the weeping head.
Oh God! No please no! Not to me, screamed Clara in her head.
“Get on with it” hissed the blond turning to his slow partner.
“Yeah, yeah” grunted the man, poised for a violent penetration.
“Get on with what?” came a hard voice.
Both the blond and the eye patch turned violently towards the interruption.
“Fuck off you…” started eye patch, annoyed at being interrupted. “Oh…Keeva…” his anger quickly faded away at the sight of his king standing there.
“Milord!” shouted patch as he instantly let Clara go. The poor woman slid down to the floor, coughing as she desperately swallowed oxygen.
Oh thank-you lord, I’m saved, she thought. After a moment of regaining herself, Clara turned weakly to look at the scene and her savoir. Her eyes beheld Aiden and hope slowly faded. He won’t help me, thought Clara dejectedly.
Eye patch stood at attention, saluting his king, though he did forget about his erection hanging out for all to see. The blond soldier had fallen to his knee with his head bowed; sweat pouring off the youth in buckets. The blond had heard that the king had no reservations about killing people on the spot for upsetting him.
Aiden observed the guard before him dull; is face void of any emotion. Blue eyes glanced down for a brief second before returning to Patch’s face.
“I don’t need a salute from your dick” said Aiden calmly.
Patch’s eye widened comically before dropping his hands to fumble with his dick. After a minute or two the guard wrestled his penis back into his pants. The process painful as the stubborn organ took its time going down. With slight moisture in his one good eye the guard looked up at Aiden.
“Ten thousand pardons my king…I didn’t…”
“Your look out should pay more attention” replied Aiden. The blond made violent shudder but didn’t dare look up from his place. “So…taking a small break from your duties?” asked Aiden, a silver eyebrow raised.
“You see…and she…and I…and…and” stuttered the guard, not sure what to say. He’d been caught with his pants down, by the king no less. Patch would never live this down.
Aiden chuckled in a rather chilling way. Patch swore his heart stopped in his chest. The king hardly laughed and when he did someone died. The elder soldier was now sweating like a pig.
“I had no idea that I had such pathetic soldiers. Its one thing to take a woman when she’s wanting, but quite another when she doesn’t. That one is the helot is she not?” asked Aiden a smirk appearing on thin lips.
Patch nodded dumbly. “She’s but a helot sire. Surly no harm done” smiled Patch, hi body shaking.
“I suppose…”
That asshole is going to pat them on the back and walk away! The bastard is going to leave me here to be raped, thought Clara shocked. A fresh wave of tears flowed from her eyes.
“…there’s no harm done, but you do realize that humans carry far more diseases than we do, right?” said Aiden inclining his head to the side.
Patch gave a confused expression. “No sire, I didn’t”
“In that case, you might be infected then”
“Oh no sire, I didn’t get far…” the rest of the sentenced was cut off with a scream of agony erupted from the guard’s mouth.
Aiden was never unarmed; wherever he went some sort of weapon was hidden on his person. The king didn’t have his favorite sword on him today, but a small dagger was hidden within his sleeve. It took less than a second to release the blade and make a cut to the guard’s crotch. Already blood was staining the guard’s pants.
“Better let it bleed out so the disease won’t spread. Careful not to bleed too much or you’ll just die” commented Aiden off-handily slipping the knife back into place. In the meantime, Patch had crumbled to the floor holding his groin in pain.
Aiden regarded his soldier with disgust, “You know if you spent more time on your duties than looking to score you wouldn’t have this problem.”
The words were lost on Patch; too much pain numbed him to the world.
“A tiny flesh wound and you’re falling apart; the recruitment system isn’t the same nowadays. Hey, blonde”
The young blond lifted his head; he looked up with terrified eyes to his king. “Yes…yes…sire?”
“Take your buddy to the healer, before his bleeds to death on the floor. Inform your Capitan why he is …ill” smirked Aiden.
The youth looked horrified.
“Chop, chop kid”
The youth sprang to his feet and assisted his wailing comrade. The two made their way out of the hallway.
Aiden watched them go before turning his attention to Clara, still slumped on floor. She looked up at Aiden with wide eyes.
“You…you…”
“You really are a nuisance. Next time don’t distract my guards” commented Aiden before walking off.
“Huh?”
Clara looked after Aiden, her mind in a fog. The woman neglected to notice when Andrew ran up.
“Oh Keeva! Clara are you all right? What happened?! Clara answer me” Andrew shouted at Clara. The man gently shook the girl for any response.
“Clara?”
“The bastard…does have a shred of…humanity” mumbled Clara before passing out
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