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There!! muaahaha! You didnt expect this one soon, huh? well here it is! Lea's Story ENGLISH VERSION!!! I think its a long overdue (yeah, practically a year :/ i know i know...<.<) but eh at least there it is :)

In this story, there is no trace of the huge litterature implies like my precedent one...(well, to be honest, be careful to look at when we are on Balfrezagg and the "strange taste" of the guard ;P) its just a good old vore story :/ the translation process has been rather long, more than 2 weeks or hard work XD and if you ask why it took so long, it simply because i had started it but my cp broke, so i stopped it, discouraged to restart everything :/ but now its finally done :) you may also notice i havent called her Léa, but Lea. this is too complicated to tell ya why, but yeah im sorry and please forgive me :/

ok heres the credit be careful! : Léa, Crisis, Balfrezagg, the CONCEPT of invaders (yeah, even if they dont have a name, their personality is mine but not their goal, isnt it silly? XD) and Felarya (only mentionned once o.O) belongs to....yes you know who :/... Karbo!!! (acclaims)

Rest is mine, i think...if not well just tell me nicely :) oh yeah my name is krisexy :/ though you shall know it but who knows...blind people these days (:O im being mean!! D: )

im also strongly requesting a critique from eh...well anyone who can provide one XD i dont know if requesting two critiques personally in a row is too much o.o ah well :/ i request critiques and thats it puh!

oh yeah and i know there is mistakes in the text :/ sadly, im not a god so i cant really be perfect... im sorry for the inconvenience occasionned :/

and finally (XD) thanks to Israaldun who learned me some tricks with those nasty htlm codes :) thank you very much, I appreciate it :heart:
please comment :D

re-edit: yeah one second after posting i found out i forgot adding a title :/ meh...<.<

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A cluster of clouds filled with a dense, dark dust rose from the mine. Slaves who were going about their business outside the mine stopped and looked with horror the mine that had collapsed. It was the third time this week.

At the entrance, a few survivors came out of the cave, running and screaming, some with minor injuries while others had been less fortunate. The quarter-master and his soldiers arrived within two to see what happened.

“Ah shit! Look at that!” cried the quarter-master, his bloody whip within his hand, dribbling of blood. He looked around and noticed that the other slaves had stopped working. He whipped the closest slave to him - a young girl of barely fourteen, who was just skin and bones, and shouted to the others: “GET BACK TO WORK, OR I SWEAR I’LL HANG YOU ALL FOR RIOT ATTEMPT!”

The girl got up on her feet and staggered away, a fine red scar drawing her back, while the other slaves, frightened by the quarter-master, renewed forth to work. The quarter-master turned to the entrance of the cave and said:

"What a mess...a mine that we hardly begin to operate," he complained. Are there survivors?”

He turned to a young soldier in his twenties, wearing the dark red and black colors of the realm.

“No, sir. Only a few slaves” he said with a neutral tone.

“Some slaves, hmm? Where are they” asked the quarter-master.

"This way, sir” the soldier led him a bit further.

There, sitting on the floor, stood a small circle of eight slaves, including one with a badly damaged arm while another had lost his leg. The quarter-master specifically chose him to ask his questions. He motioned at the disabled person with his plump hand, shining with sparkling rings. Two guards violently pushed him in front of the quarter-master. The poor man tried the best he could to stand up, but failed and falls on the sandy ground, which had strangely changed to a slightly red tone. The quarter-master shook his head and lifted the young man who was trying somehow to stop the blood flowing from his leg. The big and fat quarter-master looked straight in the eyes of the slave. He spoke in a calm but threatening voice.


"Tell me slave, what happened in that mine?

“I ... I ... I ...” stammered the poor slave. He had no idea. He lowered his gaze of fear, scared of receiving the wrath of his master. But it only worsens the already precarious situation of the slave. The big hand of the quarter-master hardly hit his stomach. The poor lost instantly his breath and fall back the ground, choking. The soldiers, meanwhile, watched the scene without apparent emotion.

“Answer to my question when I ask you, dog! And look at me when I talk to you!”

The slave tried as best he could, but the pain overtook him and he groaned in pain. The quarter-master, whose name was Glourkol, sighed and looked around. His piercing eyes saw the sword of a guard close to him, a sword that seemed to ask him to use it. He nimbly unsheathed the sword, and with a surprisingly quick move, cut the throat of the man already on the ground. The head rolled on the ground, and blood mingled with the dust already abundantly present on the ground. Glourkol turned to the small group of slaves, some were shaking with fear, and addressed them:

“Shall I kill you one by one to get one damn answer!? Eh!?”

Glourkol seized a slave, a young woman this time. Her eyes were empty of emotion.

The woman knew she would die in the next seconds. She found within a second a lie and said it.

“Someone has hit hard on a large column” she say said the surprise of Glourkol, adding more to his surprise with the melody and calmness of her voice “The column could not stand it and everything collapsed.”

The quarter-master smiled at her, proudly showing his yellow teeth. He brought her into his arms and he said at the slaves over her shoulder:

“That was all I needed to hear! And you, my pretty” he said, turning back his attention to the woman, stroking her chest with his chubby fingers, “I like how you react. This calm...” he continued, kissing her neck, “that coldness in your eyes...”

The slave girl closed her eyes and let him do. Reply would be quite useless and stupid. Glourkol was reputed to have killed women who resisted him, and later at night, practicing his sexual activities on their dead bodies.

“What is your name, tell me?”

“Lea, sir, "she said.

"Well, Lea,” Glourkol took from his pocket an odd object that turned out to be a stamp. The big man took her right hand and affixed the stamp. Lea could not help watching curiously the mark on her arm. “Until it disappears, this stamp will allow you to have a larger food ration. I will send my soldiers to fetch you tonight so you come join me in my tent. We would be alone and we’ll get to know each other, doesn’t sound nice? You have a beautiful voice by the way.”

He kissed her chest with a non-faked delight and then stood up, satisfied. Then he turned to the remaining six slaves:

“WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT, RATS!? GO TO THE DOME, HURRY UP.”

The slaves ran away, followed by Lea who walked with a slow and monotonous rythm. She heard the laughter of the quarter-master dripping from his much too large quadruple chin. She tried to forget this awful time she lived, and even more trying to forget what would happen that night. She reached walked the Dome, where all slaves were "housed" and "fed". If, of course, housed and fed meant sleeping on the floor glued on each other and eat a loaf of bread and some fruit out of date one time per day.

Such was life on the Lea’s planet, Balfrezagg. This world where she was born, this world where she grew up, this world who made her suffer so much for so many years, this world where she would eventually die. Balfrezagg was under the leadership of a tyrannical dictator which only occupation was the “well-being” of its inhabitant and the extraction of precious metals from deep mines. If Balfrezagg was well known for something other than its slave trafficking, it was its soil rich in minerals of all kinds. 

And that day would remain etched in the memory of all Balfrezaggiens. A huge army, eager for glory and money, from another world far more advanced than they happened to be, was ready to come and conquer Lea’s homeland.

Lea was about to sit on an empty place at the cafeteria of the Dome (empty meaning where no one was already sitting on the ground and where there would have no dishes). If there was a place to talk about revolution and riot, it was at the Dome. It was the only time slaves had to still talk about their hope of freedom and justice. It was also at that place Lea and her friends were meeting each other. She hadsat next to Franco, a friend she had known for two years now. Franco watched with eyes full of jealousy Lea’s bread, which was not moldy and seemed to taste good. He also took a look at her fresh vegetables, fresh and mouth watering for someone like him who, for most of his life, never actually ate something good for his health.

“Lea...where the hell did you get that?” Franco asked, lurking at her food.

Lea was about to answer when another of her friend, Annie, sat next to Franco and, having smelled good food, was also curious about its provenance “Yeah Lea, where did you get that? You stealth it? It doesn’t look like you...”

“No, no, I haven’t stealth it...It’s this monster of quartermaster, Glourkol, who gave me that stamp” she showed them her right hand with the stamp. “This stamp gives me the right to have good food, but in exchange I have to do...odd things with him. He didn’t even give me the choice...”

“Oh, how poor of you! I heard Glourkol loves to snatch scraps of skin, to eat it afterwards in front of his little victim’s eyes!” said Annie, trying to sound funny. But behind her funny tone, Annie felt bad for Lea. She also passed by Glourkol, and she counted herself very lucky as Glourkol found her performance crumb, and still not kill her instantly. She only hoped Lea would make it alive and still, she hoped Lea would stay Glourkol’s sex slave forever. Even if they were friends, there was something in Lea that Annie couldn’t understand. Something disturbing...

“Annie, that’s not very nice...She’s about to pass one hell of a bad time, and you’re telling her Glourkol might be a cannibal as well...” Franco reproached.

“Yeah...” Annie didn’t apologize.

Franco sighed and turned to look at Lea’s plate, which she didn’t started yet. Franco jumped on the occasion “Say Lea...this food of yours seems to be more than delicious... I mean...like...”

Lea, who was staring into the void, smiled from the corner of her lips, and gave her bread to Franco, taking his by the same occasion. “There...eat”

Franco would have cried if he could. He looked at Lea, acknowledgment in his eyes, and immediately began to eat his brand new bread. Before Annie could feel jealous, Lea gave her her vegetables. Annie took them right away, and began to eat them. Lea was happy that her friends were happy. It was the only thing that mattered to her. She looked at both of them, and then ate her own bread, which was like the one of yesterday, and the day before, and the day before...



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Wise men say that death is liberation. For Lea and many Balfrezaggians slaves, that might be true. That night, death struck on the planet of Balfrezagg. After midnight, many vortexes appeared in row in about fifty meters away from each other. There were dozens of them, maybe even more than one hundred. A Balfrezaggians guard, concerned about those blue lights appearing from nowhere, walked closer to inspect what it was. His curiosity was the last mistake he would commit of his life. He was about to touch the vortex when, as fast and silent as an arrow, a projectile stuck directly between his eyes. The poor guard fell on ground, dead.

From the vortex that had shot the projectile, a man went out. He was wearing dark clothes, alien to Balfrezagg. He inspected the body of the guard on the ground by pressing with his forefinger and middle finger on the pulse of his neck. Satisfied, he stood up, looked around and, even more satisfied that there was no one around, spoke to the talkie-walkie dissimulated in his shoulder that was making the connection from this world to his native one. He ended the transmission and advanced of many steps.

Then, from the vortexes went out hundreds and hundreds of soldier, each one of them dressed as he was. The soldiers were all equipped of guns and technological devices. They set in rows and waited orders. Their wait didn’t last long when their general, a man taller than they were (around six feet and eight inches) went out of the same portal the assassin used and looked at his men. They were all there, many squares of twenty men by twenty, all ready to make genocide on this planet if he ordered it. He walked between two groups and joined the assassin, who was waiting for him to make a report.

“My general, it seems we were right about this world. Their technology is less and their weapons are those knives they call “sword”.

“Good” answered the general. He looked forward, and noticed many tents, which some of them were still shining of light. He grinned. The assassin continued to tell him about the situation and he took a little map from one of his many pockets

“Their principal reserves of minerals are here, here and here” he said, pointing the big red spots on his map. “If the operation is a success, then we will also be able to loot their other reserves, which are the smaller spots.”

“Nice job, captain. What about those tents?” the general pointed. “Who sleeps in them?”

The captain looked at the tents, then at his map, then at the tents again and answered “Soldiers and some fortunate person, my general. They will be of no use.”

The general grinned even more and gave his orders to his troops: kill every soldiers and fortunate people, loot the minerals and make as many prisoners as possible to make them slaves. Everything they would find was theirs. They stood still, waiting for his green light. The general smiled at their calmness and, with one movement of his arm, ordered them to start the operation. The soldiers, without screaming anything, began walking towards the tent. They wanted to kill as many people as possible before the alarm would ring. They entered in tents and killed with their knives everyone they could find, without any pity. Unfortunately, the silent carnage didn’t last long and a soldier, alarmed, ringed the alarm. Then, all the soldiers stored their knives and took their guns. Without any pity, they killed everyone, shooting with their high tech guns while the Balfregazzians guards only had swords. This was wasn’t fair, the general knew it, but still he was having pleasure at seeing a low developed world get what they deserve due to their slow progression. Twenty minutes had been enough to exterminate everyone. The general walked among the tents, glad to see the carnage that reigned there. He went to the center of the camp, where his captain was waiting for him, a man kneeling before him. This man was dressed strangely, even for this world: a chic gown and underwear made of animal fur. He seemed to expect someone of high quality to visit him, maybe for some dirty jobs. The kneeling man was stout, big, huge. Fat swarmed over his body. He smelled grotesque perfume. The general laughed while examining his first prisoner of the day, and kneeled as well in front of him to ask him some questions.

“You,” the general pointed at him “Why are you dressed like that?”

“M-me? Oh, n-n-nothing! I w-was only waiting for m-my gu-guards to come b-back.”

“To come back for what, tell me?”

“Oh! N-nothing important, I s-swear! A li-little slave, that’s a-all.” The fat man was completely scared of the general. His presence was one that reminded him of a serial killer.

“And...?” the general urged him.

“W-well, we were about to...you know...to have...”

The general never gave him the time to finish his sentence. He already knew the answer. He took his handgun and put the cannon of it on his prisoner’s forehead. Coldly, he shot the poor man, whom body fell to the ground by raising a small cloud of dust.

“This camp is ours now, my friend” said the general by rising up and talking to his captain. “It’s now the time to fill our pockets. Oh, and send some men in this huge building over there” he pointed at the Dome. “I smell it’s where they’re keeping their slaves.”

“Fine, my general” the captain answered.

The loot could begin. The operation was a success.



***



Lea was sleeping, a brief pause slaves were still able to give themselves, when Franco shook her out of her dreams. Lea, seeing anxiety in his eyes, was about to tell him that nightmares were normal and that he shall go back to sleep, but he put his hand over her mouth, silencing her. Lea frowned her eyebrows, concerned. Franco whispered close to her ear:

“I think we are being invaded...” he said, looking around.

Invaded? The first thing that crossed Lea’s mind was freedom. Finally, people dared to sympathize with slaves and save them from tyranny, taking them out of their hell. She practically wanted to jump of joy and kiss her friend, but another thought crossed her mind. Who were those invaders? Where did they come from? And, more importantly, were they really about to free Lea and the other slaves?

She didn’t have time to clear her thoughts when one of the guards heard the alert coming from outside. Silently, he gathered the other guards posted all inside the Dome, and positioned themselves on both sides of the door. One them was designed to go check what was happening. The chosen one, afraid, whispered some words to himself, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and quickly opened the door. One tenth of a second later, he fell dead on the floor, a small hole slowly filling of blood decorating his forehead. The other guards, panicked, ran away, not understanding how something so little and yet unseen could kill a man. Few moments after, dark clothed men entered in the Dome, encircling the slaves still half asleep. They had weird objects within their hands that seemed to be their weapons. The guards were not too far from the door, their spear pointed at them and ready to kill. Five dark men made a line in front of the guards –twenty- and, just like if they were timed pressed a little trigger on their weapons. The guards never had a chance and within two minutes, they were all dead and the invaders didn’t have any scratches. Lea was scared now. Whoever they were, those invaders seemed to be dangerous. Very dangerous.

Suddenly, another invader entered in the Dome, this one much taller than the others. He had a little talk with his men, then looked at them and began his speech.

“Each single person that would try to escape will be shot and his body abandoned to the crows. Our goal is not to kill you all, so cooperate and you will all still live tomorrow. Now, for what will happen, here is a short resume: you will all be deported on our homeland to work on a humongous palace in honour to our serene sovereign. Now please, be calm and don’t cause any trouble while we put you into cages.” Then he turned and was about to leave the place when a sudden thought crossed his mind, just like if he had forgotten to say something. “Oh yes, you are all now subjects of our great king Mordekai the Great.”

Then he left the building, leaving behind him a complete astonished crowd. The invaders then guided them outside, where the slaves noticed that the camp was actually in fire. It is when they noticed the cages waiting for them, a little outside the camp, close to some kind of blue portals that they all began to whine and refuse to obey. A few were shot, to show example. It worked as they remained calm, still sad of being slaves again. Their slavery wasn’t about to end, they were just changing master.

The cages were placed in front of a chariot big enough to transport it all, the chariot being ready to advance and pass through the portal. So was it for every portal aligned one beside the others. Cages were of different sizes: some could contain ten people while another one only two. Lea has been assigned to a cage that could only contain one person. An invader locked her in and pulled the cage into the chariot. Then he smiled wickedly at her and went towards the other cage to fill them of slaves. Trying not to take attention at the rage that was gnawing her inside, she tried to spot her friend, Franco and Annie, through this sea of defeated faces. She was about to abandon when she suddenly noticed Annie’s blond hair, shining because of the shine coming from the portals. She was at the left of her chariot. She was in a cage that contained two other prisoners, one of them being Franco to Lea’s surprise. Both her friends were together while she was alone. “It’s so unfair” she thought. Immediately, she grabbed the bars of her cage and was about to shout their name to attract their attention, but a sudden pain coming from her fingers made her scream of pain. She looked at her fingers articulations, which were in blood, and drew them closer to her, tears flowing from her eyes.

“Do not worsen your case, little girl” said a masculine voice. Lea hadn’t seen him. He was apparently guarding the chariot she was in. He wore the same dark clothes as the others, except that he preferred to wear a beard. “You’re trying to say farewell to one of you friend?”

Lea closed her eyes, and preferred not to answer.

“Ha ha ha ha, come on you pathetic little girl, I bet your friend is that blondie over there, isn’t it?” he pointed at the cage where Annie was. She was sitting down and was talking with Franco and the other slave that was caged with her.

Surprised, Lea said “How do you know?”

“Wait, wait, wait, let me guess again” he continued. “I bet she’s a wonderful friend you entirely trust, mhh? Oh, and I bet she’s being so sweet with you. Poor idiot, she was making fun of you! I bet you always gave her your food or did her job at her place, in exchange of her friendship! Had she ever returned you the favors she owes you? All that she wanted was to enjoy your naivety while she could. Ha ha ha! Slaves like you do not have friends; they only got parasites that they enjoy controlling to make them do favours. Keep that in mind: slaves do not and shall not have friends. Maybe it’ll save you later, ha ha ha!”

This said, he left her alone and walked elsewhere around the chariot. Lea was alone with her thoughts now. Her bitter thoughts. Lea didn’t really care about if he was saying was the truth or no. She was making sure herself if her friends really were her friends. She focused on her mind what she has done for her friend. Only today, she gave her favourable lunch in exchange of theirs, just to make them happy. Always, she was there to listen to them, to hear them talking about their family and youth. She even cried when Annie told her how she and her family brutally arrived in the slavery world. Lea sympathised for them. But when she wanted to talk about herself, they were absent, or tried the best they could to change subject. They didn’t want to listen to her. Lea haven’t really noticed it till this very moment. Also, Lea was always ready to do their work at their place, to give them the pause they needed. But when it was her turn to be exhausted, never her friend helped her and the only thing she actually received was whiplashes urging her to get back to her work. She thought they were inseparable, yet she was the one alone and Franco and Annie were together, in the same cage! She glanced at them, having fun chatting, not at all worried of where she was. A ball of emotions rose in her throat. It was hurting her. She had difficulties to breath. She sat down, trying to refuse her tears to flow. In vain, tears went out from her eyes, moistening her eyelashes. Slowly, they fell from her cheek and joined the blood on her cage floor, making the perfect mix of pain and sadness.

Lea whipped her tears. She clenched her teeth. Frustration was easily readable in her eyes. She hit her cage bars with her arm. It was over now. Over. Sentiments were for weak and cowards. Lea wasn’t a weak neither a coward. “I’M STRONG!” she pumped herself into her mind. This guard was right. She had no friends. She wasn’t the friend of anyone either. She was alone and would only count on herself. Yes, she would only count on herself. She was her own best friend. This day would remain in her memory as she realized what the true human nature was: one of an egoist, hypocrite person. At that moment, Lea’s heart changed into a rock, a rock, she hoped, that would never break.

Few orders were given. Then, the chariot began to move forward. The other slaves, around ten, were looking back at their home world, which they would probably never see again. Lea, for her part, insensible, was looking forward, prepared to face her destiny. It was because Lea was the only one really looking into the portal –the invaders occupied talking with each other- that she noticed something was wrong. The portal, blue and immobile, suddenly changed its colour to red for one second, and then went back to blue again. Lea frowned her eyebrows, but said nothing. Slaves, for their part, were lamenting as they were slowly entering the portal.

They left behind them the world of Balrezagg, the world in which Lea was born. The most part of the invaders remained on Balfrezagg in order to loot the camp’s wealth. This part of the world of Balgrezagg was now only fire and death.

Lea felt a little tingle as the portal brought them to another world. One second later, they were elsewhere, Balfrezagg’s sight nowhere.

From what Lea could see, it was night. They were into an immense thick forest, where the trees were ten times bigger as the one she had seen on her world. They were even taller than the great castle where Balfrezagg king lived. Few birds passed over her head, birds that Lea had never seen before. They had a long blue tail and, surprisingly, were of her Lea’s height. They passed, without making any noise. A chilly breeze blew, making Lea and the other slaves shiver. Even the wind wasn’t making any noise, just like if it wanted to be incognito. None leaves moved, nor the branches had shaken, as if they didn’t wanted to move. This was nonsense. Lea thought that they would arrive in a world much more civilised than this huge forest that was giving no sign of life.

Swears were coming from the invaders. Lea tried to see what was happening, but couldn’t. She was in the middle of the chariot and she could see nothing. She sighed, and listened the best she could.

“...the hell is that shit!?” one the guard asked.

“I...I don’t understand...” a much younger guard replied.

“Of course you don’t understand, you lousy idiot! You’re just an incompetent!”

Lea then clearly heard someone being hardly hit, followed by a low moaning. Then, she heard a loud sigh and heard the man who insulted the other:
“Alright guys, cut me down those damn trees and...” The guard paused when he noticed how tall the trees were. “Never mind, just find some woods so we can make a fire, go go go. And you,” the guard said, lowering his voice so only the guard that had been hit could hear “contact the others to tell them where we are. Give them the order to find us and to open a god damn portal so we can get out of this stupid place, am I clear?”

“Y-yes sir”

Then Lea couldn’t hear anymore as the noise of branches being broken replaced their voices. The other slaves had had heard enough too. The word quickly passed between their cages as the rumour was that they were lost and that it could take some time to get help.



***



Lea was sitting in her cage, alone, ignored. It seemed for the other slaves in the other cages that she didn’t wanted to be talked to, which was her goal. She was making the point of what was happening and what would happen. She knew they weren’t in the right world, for that she was sure. Then, maybe it could be a good idea to try escape? The forest surrounding them seemed to be deep and the night would give her an advantage. Plus, there was the view of that immense tree that seemed far away. It was being distinguished from the other trees by its enormous size. This tree intrigued Lea. She was certain that there was something happening there, maybe even there would be a presence of life. But Lea abandoned her plan to escape soon enough. For two major reasons, the first one being their strange weapons that would quickly slaughter her, and the second one being that she couldn’t even open her own cage because all the cages were very compact in the chariot.

If the silence was oppressive among the slaves, it was the contrary for the invaders. They didn’t seemed to worry to be in the wrong world and enjoyed the time they were alone from the rest of the army to sing, dance and drink alcohol around many fires. Many of them were having some “fun” with female slaves. Luckily for her, Lea has been spared due to her hard look and pitiful look.

While the slaves were timidly whispering to each others about their own plan of escape, Lea was looking at the treetops. This world seemed beautiful in perspective. No civilization, only the nature. A world where everyone could live free and unharmed. In fact, a kind of pacific anarchy. Lea was certain there was nothing dangerous about this world. It was too beautiful to be dangerous.

Suddenly, Lea noticed a shadow. A shadow that was as tall as the half of the trees. It was big, giant. And, whatever it was, it was moving and, astoundingly, in a complete silence. It moved from the south of their provisory camp and headed to the north, hiding between the trees. Lea followed her best she could, but her view then got cut by another cage and she lost sight of the giant shadow. It was indeed heading to the invaders. Lea said nothing, and stood still.

A soldier, isolated from his brothers in arms, was sitting on the ground, his back against a tree, away from the camp. He was vainly trying to communicate with the rest of the army of their homeland. It has been now three of four hours that they were in this complete unknown world. Their general had surely noticed he was missing a faction and, in this very moment, he was probably preparing a special rescue team to find them and bring them back. The soldier had turned on the distress beacon on the device, not even sure the signal was making it to their allies.

“God damn stupid shit!” let out the soldier, restraining his move to his the little device. “Why won’t you work!?”

He loudly breathe in. He would try one final solution. If it would fail, he would go tell his general that there was no hope and praying that their general was looking for them was all they got left. His final solution consisted in boosting the antenna range at one thousand times its capacity. It was hard, but makeable. Only problem was that it has 11,5% chances that it would work. If not, the device would just explode within his hands. He cracked his fingers, about to start, when he noticed shadows was suddenly covering him. Had he worked on the device the whole night? “Yeah, probably...” he told himself. The young soldier didn’t take care about the shadow, but yelped when, out a nowhere, a gigantic hand closed around him and lifted him in the air. Surprise prevented him to scream. When he finally got into the view of what had taken him, he stared: it was a young, beautiful woman. Her hair were the color of a delicate yellow while her eyes, astonishing, remembered the deep blue of the ocean close of where he lived. She was looking at him, curious, a smile across her mouth. Behind her pink, soft lips, were perfectly aligned a row of pure white teeth –though he noticed the presence of two sharp canines. He smiled back at her, not sure about what to say. He blushed. Her grip on him was tender yet firm. She didn’t want to let him go. The young soldier understood he was being desired.

The blond girl looked over him, catching a glimpse of how the camp looked like. She moistened her lips, her mouth watered. “Mmh...”she moaned, looking back at the soldier. “You brought many friends with you! Good, because I’m really hungry!”

The soldier didn’t understand the meaning of her saying. It’s at that moment he looked below her charming naked breasts. She had a monstrous snake tail instead of normal human legs. He looked back at her, horrified. She slowly opened her mouth, strays of saliva everywhere. The soldier was about to yell for help, but he never had the time has the soft surface of the naga’s tongue cut any sound coming from him. The soldier, his instinct taking over his senses, quickly looked back at him to scrawl back outside. Horror, it immediately shut down, sealing him into an absolute damp darkness. He tried to stand up on his feet, only to avail as her slid on her wet tongue, coating himself into her saliva and dangerously approaching her awaiting throat. A weird sound came from her throat that resonated into her whole mouth. Was she...“moaning!?” She was savouring him!

“NOOO!!” he yelled.

Her tongue then shifted up, making him slide at her throat. He attempted to grab her gullet, but failed as his hands were too wet of saliva and she gulped him down. The soldier tried to take a grab on something, anything, but he could do nothing than travel through her oesophagus when he finally landed in her stomach. He clenched his teeth, desperate, and grabbed his gun. He pulled the trigger, but nothing went out from the cannon. It was too wet to perform. He screamed of rage and thrown it on her inner walls. He only made her slightly burp and the naga giggled.

The naga didn’t pay her little meal further attention as she hid behind a tree big enough that would mask her body. She looked at the camp, making a plan into her mind. It was simple enough: eat as most as she could without being hurt. When she settled how she would proceed, she only waited for the right moment to attack. She smiled to herself. She would certainly have her tummy full tonight.

After a few moments, the naga showed herself to the humans. They didn’t immediately react, as they were slowly noticing her and wondered why she was there. Most of them also stared at her naked breasts, two or three times their sizes. This gave the naga the precious seconds she needed to quickly grab as many humans as she could with her two hands. She counted 8 of them outside the cages and much more inside the cages. She would first of all eat those outside. She had grabbed three of them within her grasps, two in her right hand and one in her left. Three were in her hands, three quickly made their way through her body to her stomach. She grabbed another one, close to her, to quickly put him in her mouth, savor him few seconds and swallow him.

The chief of the section, still uneaten, took many minutes before understanding the real danger this good-looking girl was. Rapidly, he ordered at his still alive man:

“KILL HER! KILL HEEER!!!” he shouted.

They grabbed their guns and began shooting at the naga. Having drunk all the night, their bullets went a little everywhere, their senses still fuzzy. The naga laughed, and grabbed another of them. She swallowed without making stories. One soldier, at her left, had took his decision: he dropped his gun and ran straight towards him in the jungle. The naga noticed him from the corner of her eyes. The soldier, running practically eyes closed, never saw an enormous tail circling and catching him within its grasp. He hurled, terrorized, as he was slowly being brought back at the naga, who looked at him with starving eyes. The tail lifted the poor man up in the air, above the awaiting maw of the carnivorous being. The tail then let go of him.

“AAAH NOOO!!! Hmpf!!!” He directly fall into her awaiting maw, and she swallowed him right at the moment when he was fully into her mouth.

The chief, horrified, ordered at him man: “SHOOT HER IN THE EYES! IN HER EYES!!! SHOOT, SHOOT IN HER EYES!”

The soldiers, drunk, tried to concentrate their shots, but failed.

The naga grabbed the remnants survivors, practically not even hit. A few shots had strike on her tail, but they were superficial damages. The man-eater beast quickly gulped the soldiers, keeping the one who was ordering at his friends to hurt her. She glanced at him, giggled and closed her lips around him waist, sucking on his upper body flavour. She moaned. This one tasted different than the others. She sucked on him, the chief’s feet being the only part of his body outside the naga’s mouth. She moaned even more. He really did taste different than the others. He was mouth-watering. She thought about keeping him to share him with her friends, but preferred not and fully sucked him in. She laid on the soft grass, taking her time to savour this practically unique human. She then remembered the humans into their cages. She turned her eyes at them. They froze, starring at her. She smiled at them and swallowed her human. She came closer at the chariot, smiling at the gifts the one she had eaten were making her. There was so many of them!

“Hello my tasty little humans!” she said, joyful. She received as answers plaints and cries. “There, there, there...Alright, where to start? Ehm...ehm...this one!” she decided as she picked on cage that contained two prisoners.

They cried at her, but the naga was occupied elsewhere as she was trying to understand how to eat them without that big metal cage. She brought it closer to her eyes and noticed a little item that seemed to keep the cage closed. With her giant fingers, she easily crushed the little padlock and the cage door opened; the two slaves in it about to fall. The half-human half-snake woman quickly raised the cage above her face and opened her mouth. The two slaves –two women- screamed as they could only stare at the naga’s mouth, falling directly into it. The naga savoured them, women always having a bit more tastes than men had (though the last man she eaten was much more tastier!). She looked back at the chariot, still hungry for some more. She swallowed, a large lump passing through her throat.

“Alright, who’s next!?” she asked out. None proposed themselves, so the naga would have to choose again. She stopped her choice on a lonely slave, who was just sitting in her cage, waiting.

The naga grabbed the cage, broke the padlock and shook the cage, the tiny human inside falling into the giant naga’s palm.

Lea had no emotion on her face as she was raised in the air. Ironically, her dream had come true: she was finally free. This giant snake-woman had free her. And now she was about to eat her...Lea sighed. At least, she was for the first time of her life tasting freedom. Before the naga would let her go, she said:

"Thank you for freeing me, for even a little while."

The naga closed her mouth, shocked. That human voice...it was so beautiful! There was no fear in her tone, though there wasn’t joy as well. It was neutral. Neutral and yet melodious. She had aligned her words in such a way that even the best singers couldn’t imitate. The naga was clearly on charm. She wanted to hear more!

“How am I freeing you?” the naga asked.

Lea was surprised. She was prepared to be eaten in a moment or another, and yet the naga talked back...at her! Even more, the naga had lowered her to her eyes contact and was hoping an answer from her. It’s at that moment Lea clearly noticed the creatures amazingly beautiful blue eyes. Lea didn’t wanter her interlocutor to change idea, so she replied:

“I was imprisoned within those cages” Lea pointed at the cages “and you just freed me” the woman said, thankful.

“Imprisoned!?” the naga replied, horrified. “Why that?”

“I was a slave and they were transferring me somewhere else...”

Her replies weren’t long enough! The naga wanted to hear her much more. She decided to ask a much larger question: “Where are you from? How it looks like?”

Lea looked at her strangely. Why she wanted to know such things? She shrugged, and answered. Lea talked about her native world, a desert world where life was though. She talked about the climate, the sun, the sky, trees, she made some comparison with the world she was presently. Lea also talked about Balfrezagg in general, its name, first of all, which she laughed when she saw the naga attempt to pronounce it. Feeling the end of her story near, the naga asked more, insisting on what was Lea’s story. Lea answered, taking a certain pleasure talking with the snake-woman. She indeed had a fine hear and was a very good listener. She was asking pertinent questions, without perturbing the story itself. Rapidly, Lea was at ease when she noticed that she wasn’t telling the naga her story, but was discussing with her. Deep in her heart, Lea felt happy, an emotion she had promised that she would never feel anymore. She even smiled as she noticed that she wouldn’t die today. At least not from that naga.

After a dozen of minutes, which seemed hours to Lea, the naga decided that she would bring the human with her. She would present this charming woman to her friends and will make them listen at her. The naga smiled at the human and put her on her shoulder. Lea, about to fall, grabbed a strand of the blonde naga hair. The naga began slithering back at her home.

Lea looked back and then asked: “What about the others?”

“Well, I think my fairies friends will be thrilled to know that a lunch is waiting for them in the forest! That is, if they do not get eaten by someone else before.” The naga didn’t cared about the other slaves anymore and asked “By the way, what’s your name?”

“Lea” she simply answered, her voice still being melodious.

“Lea? I’m Crisis! I think we will be great friend, you and me!” she winked at the human.

Lea smiled and closed her eyes. She was certain of it.



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Much later, in the night following Lea’s arrival in Felarya, a blue portal appeared from nowhere. A man came out of the portal, armed with a gun. He looked around him. Smoke was still coming out from burned logs and there was many guns and pieces of clothes around the camp. He kneeled on the ground and took within his hand something strange: it was a shirt, yes, but minimized. There were two cages laying on the ground while the others were still in the chariot, intact, but nobody in it.

The soldier nodded at himself and returned in the portal. Whatever happened in this world, it wasn’t worth it to search for a couple slaves and some soldiers. They would be easily replaced. The portal closed behind him.



The End

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