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Click hereI thought about the mission I had given myself, the feeling of anger I felt as I flung open the gates and steeled my nerves for what was to come.
"Actually, your majesty. I deliberately removed my wig in advance of this meeting. In fact, now that we are alone I can fully transform myself to a form ready to make the point I wish to make." I once again felt Jodrolim's will bubbling within me as I unclasped my slinky dress and allowed it to drop to my feet. I unclipped my unorthodox necklace to reveal it was actually my slave chain, fastened behind my neck by the piercinf bars I was now threading through my nipples. I now stood in front of my prince naked, shaved, and disgraced. I had become the slave I once was.
"I've had a lot of time to reflect on my dealings with the dwarves, on the negotiations for people's lives that I conducted in smiling dining rooms over elegant meals, and one thing really struck me. In all our negotiations, all any dwarf cared about was replacing the elven slaves they lost. Not one of them spoke on behalf of the dwarven slaves they must have known that we have." I explained to the abjectly stunned royal. "By your reckoning, how many dwarven slaves do we have?"
The prince took a moment to regain his composure and think through my question while I stood before him without shame despite my degraded display. I had thought about how Jodrolim had given his strength to mine to secure the freedom of my brethren, and now I would put myself on the line to free his, two halves of the same fight.
"By... by my estimate, we have two... no three mining towns each with a thousand or so dwarves. I guess... maybe a few coastal villages who need maritime workers, oh... also there will be some farming towns in need of brute force. Altogether I... I would put the figure at four... maybe five thousand." He calculated, his smooth presentation long forgotten in the presence of my naked body.
"Is it making you uncomfortable seeing me like this?" I quipped, approaching the prince so my degraded body would fill his vision. "Is the sight of a hero of the realm, now absolutely stripped of all respectability, something unpalatable to you?"
"Yes, you've made your point, you are using your own body to confront me with the realities of slavery, I get that. Are you going to be stripping down on behalf of the slaves we captured in our war with man as well?" The prince asked, throwing me for a moment.
"Deep down, I know one day I'll have to deal with my issues, and one of them is my fury at what men took from me. I can't fight for them yet, but I am hopeful that one day I will." I reasoned.
"Well, I guess I'll have to prepare for that. As for the dwarves, I can't just give a blanket order to free the slaves across all territories, there would be a huge backlash." The prince stammered.
"Then I guess I know what my next mission is. Give me a list of every elven territory where dwarves are kept as slaves and I will visit them one at a time. I'm sure I can be very persuasive."
- COMMENTS
Can you write an epilogue for Dixie's Downfall. That story is most deserving of it.
Has the author stopped writing ?
It has been over 5 months since any update?
Dear Iwroteathing, I hope all is well (Health, Wealth, and Happiness wise). Please keep up the good work and may you find the inspiration you need to keep writing. We'll be patiently waiting. -- A Concerned Fan
If the author is unable to find inspiration for new work. He can take inspiration from comments by the readers like he did in his The Fixer series.
I read a lot of erotic literature and it is mostly uninspiring. Sometimes the writer dwells too long on the erotica and not enough time on character development or visa versa. Your story was fabulous. Sexy and gripping. Thank you so much for a ripping yarn!
No worries, man (I think that you are a man), it's just fantasy, as you said. When I read erotic things, I don't have the same mindset as with a dramatic novel, and themes like the one you proposed... Let's say that I wasn't in the mood for that. Maybe your other readers had more fun than I. I didn't mean to be the party pooper, I just said my opinion.
In my stories I've used several names that hint the ethnic group of the characters, but if I remember right, I only mentioned the race explicitly once. I felt that I had to, because the daughter was physically different to the mother, who had never seen her, nor the father (the 'Green meadows' three part saga, if you are interested). In general is not a thing that I want to talk about, in part because I despise cheap stereotypes in fictional works.
Anyways, you do your thing, I'll write my comments and everybody happy, yes? ;)
-Onkana
Whistle-stop tour of the comments because there are a couple of things I want to speak to. Thanks to everyone for the kind responses, this piece seriously got away from me in terms of length, time investment, and living in forefront my mind. I'll try to take it a bit easier on myself in the next story. There definitely won't be a sequel as I don't know how to build on Nyana's story without getting either repetitive or silly.
Komercjan: Literotica doesn't allow humiliation of pre-existing characters or people so I'm afraid you won't be seeing any fanfic from me here. I tried it once with Skyline 0 sunrise (a hastily off-branded Horizon Zero Dawn fic) and it was pretty disastrous.
Pinustaeda: thanks for really chiming with my work. The last busty Latina protagonist was in Off The Top Rope, which was 2 stories ago. I try not to be monochromatic in my characters but this piece was already walking an uncomfortable line with fantasy racism, I didn't want to risk mixing real world races into it and inadvertently producing something problematic. (Nyana's skin was referred to as pale at one point but aside from that I tried not to specify characters skin colours.)
Onkana: I'm sorry this piece made you uncomfortable. It may have been a bit much for an internet smut-peddler to get so political, but for a while I have been mindful that I am playing with fetishes that others have been through in less supportive environments and feeling guilt at the trauma my works are tangential to. Enslavement as a fetish has a lot of baggage (often racial) and I hoped that setting such a story around fantasy races would create enough cognitive distance that the issue of enjoying enslavement while others suffer from it could be confronted without being too triggering. Also Escapades didn't have a lot of narrative depth and I think I overcompensated. Hopefully my next piece will tread lighter ground.
Thanks again for all the kind words, I will start on the next story the moment the creative urge hits me again.