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Map of the islands of Govria or Hakol by Imageshr
Map of the islands of Govria or Hakol
Well, I must admit that is not a great map. It is completely hand-made, using a blue ballpen. I am not good creating maps in the computer. By the way, yes, I changed the scale but I could not erase the mistake.

I forget to add in the map that the line made of +++++ in the bigger island is the border between the two ethnical countries. The left part of the island is the territory of the Kingdom of Govria. It is inhabited by normal-size humans, that were inmigrants 500 or 600 years ago. The right part of the biggest island, and the small isle in the bottom, are the lands ruled by Hakol Republic. It is inhabited by a dwarfish race of humans, whose average height is three feet, more or less. They were the old inhabitants of the islands.
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"Well... That day we didn't practise more. I taught her a little bit about arm grabbing in an oil wrestling match and no more. Next day, she tried the modified bra on and it fitted her better. We started to practise safe ways to be floored. I hugged her and I instructed her to rounding my shoulders for holding on to me. I also taught her to fall opening her legs, in order to let me kneeling down without damaging her legs. It was safer to pretend that I always floored her, because I had a better control when falling than her. She seemed a little bit uncomfortable with let me hug a lot of times and falling on her, but she did not complain.

"As Shaleen was taller than me, when we fell, my face always was on the upper part of her chest. So I had an idea that our audience would love. When she was lied, I sank my face between Shaleen's breasts and tried to bite her bra. I heard her to sigh and I was lifting my head with Shaleen's bra between my teeth when she told:

'Wh... What are you doing?'

"I realised that her cheeks were completely red, and she looked at me amazed. I owed my head for releasing her bra and I replied:

'I was trying to take your bra off with my teeth.'

'B... b... it's like if you were trying to fuck with me.'

"She seemed very nervous, so I decided to take a little revenge. I approached my face to hers, I held her wraists and I rested lied on her belly, immobilizing her with my weight. And I told in a seductive way:

'I must confess that I was completely straight, but you are so lovely that I would like trying another kind of sex with you. Perhaps we will enjoy a lot.'

"She looked so astonished and worried that I started to laugh. I stood up and I tended my hand for helping her to do the same. As she still gazed at me with a strange expresion, I added:

'I was just kidding, Shaleen. I have fought against a lot of women and I never have made love with any of them. I'm not going to change my mind with you, I promise. But I think that Lord Evans and Robert will love to see me using my teeth for undressing you.'

"She gazed at me with her eyes very opened and nodded her aproval. So I put my hands on her sides, in her waist, and bending a little, I sank again my face between her breasts. I moved my head a little, as a dog that is biting a piece of cloth would do and I pulled her bra with my teeth firmly. The fastener of the bra opened and it hung from my jaw. Shaleen shouted acutely, and completely blushed, she covered her breasts. I thought that it would be more believable if I did that lied on Shaleen, so I asked her to lay with the back on the ground and I bitted again her bra between her breasts. I pulled firmly, but I could not taking her bra off, so I ask her to raise a little bit her back letting her shoulders on the ground. She did and, with the first pull, Shaleen lost her bra and, again, she shouted and covered her breasts.

"The last thing that I wanted to check was if Shaleen was enough skilled for taking my bra off. So I lied as she did before, raising a little my back as she did, and I asked her for putting above me and bitting my bra. She gazed at my chest as if it were something revolting for a while, but she obeyed. Despite I wore my bra, I felt in my breasts the heat that her brushed cheeks released. As I sensed, she was unable to take it off and I got tired of having another woman's face between my breasts, so I told:

'Too slow!'

Putting my hands in her back, I took her bra off, so, again, she shouted acutely, raised up and covered her breasts. She was sat on my legs when I returned her bra and I ask her for trying again. She did her best. She needed a lot of time but, finally she pulled and took my bra off. I did not covered myself and Shaleen, with my bra hanging on her mouth, gazed at my breasts with the eyes very opened for a moment and she averted her eyes from me quickly. I did not understand why she became so embarrassed naking in front of me or looking at me naked. We both were women, we have the same things in our bodies"

Charles interrupted and told me:

"Well, think that you are very used to get naked in front of men that you have just met, and by this, it's easy for you to show your body, but, unfortunately, other women can't do the same easily. In fact, I found extremly difficult to get an unknown woman naked in front of me at the first time."

"It's not the same, my lord. I'd never get naked in front of any man, only if I had to serve him. But I was talking about getting naked in front of another woman. I have not problem for it. I could think that the body of another woman is lovely, but I'd never get aroused gazing at it, so, I still unknow what the problem was for Shaleen."

Charles thought for a while and replied:

"She didn't like to show her body because, probably, she still thought that she was ugly. And, probably, she didn't want to gaze at you, if you was naked, in order to show respect."

"Respect? What a nonsense! I think that it's a more disrespectful behaviour to avert the eyes from my body, as if it were a disgusting thing."

Usually, Charles acted as a little child. He pulled the sheets and let my torso uncovered. And he sat on bed and gazed at my breasts. When he noticed that I was looking at his eyes, he told with a funny voice:

"Please, do not distract me. I'm respecting you."

I laughed and replied

"You silly boy."

I let him to continue with his joke. He was about to laugh and, finally, he covered me with the sheets very gently. Then I asked him:

"You talk in a reasonable way, my lord, but, I don't understand Shaleen's shyness yet. Please, tell me, would you mind to be naked close to another undressed man? I assume that you will not mind."

Charles told, after a while:

"I must confess that I would only be naked in front of another man in a military environment, and only if needed: when washing myself up in a river with the rest of the unit, for instance"

That sound strange to me:

"Were you a soldier?"

"Yes. In fact, I am still a soldier. I am here for earning more money. Please, continue with your interesting tale".

I nodded and told:

"After relating the real fight, I would like to tell you two more interesting facts. The first one is related with Lord Evans. He summoned me to a empty of furniture and clean room. They were preparing a room for our match, and Lord Evans was a long time asking me about the way to prepare a surface where we could fall without damaging ourselves. I saw him very concerned, all safety measures seemed insufficient for him. I liked a lot his worry, and I had to tell him:

'My dear Lord Evans, you are very nice for caring so much about Shaleen and me, but, please, don't worry. We aren't made of glass, we aren't going to break. Shaleen is a strong woman and I'm a well trained fighter. Everything will come out well. Anyway, We'd like to be grateful for you concern, so we will prepare a surprise for you after our match. You will like it very much.'"

Charles replied, laughing:

"How lucky the fat men are."

"Not the fat men, my lord, the kindhearted ones. OK. The second fact is related to Shaleen. I don't remember what day I did. We were dressing, I think. I wanted to know something about her, so, I asked:

'Shaleen, could I ask you something? If you find my question too tactless, please, tell me.'

She looked at me, so I told:

'You said to me that you hardly can see Lord Evans. In that case, how did you fall in love with him?'

Shaleen was quiet for a while. She finished to dress, she sighed and finally, answered:

'I will tell you. Despite he was very fat, I always thought that Lord Evans was handsome. He is elegant, fair, very polite and kindhearted and his eyes are very nice, but I didn't love him at first sight. I mocked about his weight and his excessive tenderness when chatting with the other servants, as the most of them did. Besides, he was married to Gladys. All changed when Gladys fell ill. She suffered a long and terrible disease, and the servants were afraid to get infected with her illness. But Lord Evans did not scare, he took care of his wife himself till her death. He never let her alone and his only help was Gladys' sister, but she lives far from here, and she couldn't pass in palace a lot of days.'

I interrupted her and I told:

'Coward and stupid servants. If Lord Evans didn't get ill, that means that Gladys' disease was not contagious.'

'The most of Lord Evans' servants are a bunch of bloody jerks.'

We were quiet for a time. Shaleen sat in the ground and I did the same. Then, she continued:

'I was a bloody moron. I laughed as the others about his weight. When we met after work we used to discuss how many servants will be necessary for raising Lord Evans if he fell down, and other bloody and stupid questions. At least, when Gladys illness got worse, we no longer mocked. Lord Evans tried everything. He hired the best doctors, he spent almost all his money in potions specially made for him. Nothing worked. During the last months of her life, Gladys lost her mind. My room is in the basement, but it's not far from Lord Evans' chambers. Sometimes, her wife shouted during all the night. She talked nonsense, she was delirious. They say that Gladys no longer recognized her husband; she tried to escape from palace wearing only her nightgown at wee hours, and Lord Evans had to chase her and forcing her to return her chambers.'

Tears welled up in Shaleen's eyes and she told:

'Damn it to hell! How I hate all the fucking jerks that think that only beautiful men are good for dating! It doesn't matter if a man weights four hundred pound whether he is capable of loving his wife in that way. My first boyfriend was taller than me, he was really handsome and e had a brilliant screws, he fucked wonderfully. But he left me because I wore, in parties, three times a red skirt that I loved. He kicked up a fuss to me because he preferred a blue kirt, we argued and he left me, although he promised a lot of times that he would always love me. It has no use to fall in love with a man that would left so easily, even if he is the most handsome man in the world; you'll get your heart broken.'

Shaleen stopped for a while before telling:

'But that's not why I fell in love. Some servants told that Lord Evans was not very concerned about Gladys, because he continued attending his duties as usual. He seemed usually unhappy and sleepy, but he didn't seem to be suffering. However, we were all wrong. Some day, I was carrying a bag plenty of coal to the coal cellar. Nobody remembers that I work here, by this, Lord Evans went to its roundabouts. I saw him walking to a big stone where he sat. I hid behind a tree; I didn't want to be ordered anything. And then, I saw him to cover his face with his hand and he started to cry bitterly. He was all the time hidding his sadness, and he was there for crying where nobody could see him. I find very distressing to see an adult man crying, and I felt like approaching for comforting him, but if he looked for loneliness, the best I could do was respect it.'

'I knew after that I saw him giving up. He cried that day because he had accepted that there were no hope for Gladys. From that day, he was always in my mind. I walked carefully near the stone where he cried, trying to avoid to be seen by Lord Evans. He only returned three more times, and I was about to appearing from the trees for sitting at his side and let him to unburden himself, but I wasn't enough brave for this. When Gladys passed away, a month later, I went into his audience room for offering him my condolences, as the other servants did, but he hardly looked at me; he only thanked me with sad voice. I don't know when I left to feel pity on him and I started to wish being loved by him. I passed from imagine myself next to him, comforting him, to imagine him kissing me. I can't explain how it occurred, but I love him with all my heart.'

I was surprised about her. I considered her as a little bit mad girl, but she also was very sensitive. It was not my bussiness, but I told:

'It's a pity; you love him so much, but he doesn't know what your name is. Why don't you hint at him? He feels very lonely. If you liked him, you could be very happy.'

'No. I'm taller than him, I'm ugly, I have a very little education and I have very bad
manners. He will never love me.'

'You can't know that if you don't confess your feelings to him, Shaleen. Tell it to him. If not, you will suffer during long years for an unrequited love. If he replies that you don't like to him, you'll be able to overcome your dissapointment in love and look for another man.'

'I can't confess... I'm terrified, if he told that he doesn't want to be with me, my heart will be broken in a thousand of pieces. I prefer to live with a little hope instead of risking everything in a single conversation.'

'I can't understand you. It's better to know the truth as soon as possible, instead of passing years suffering for a wishful thinking. If you do nothing, some day Lord Evans will meet another woman, he will fall in love with her, and your heart will break anyway.'

Then, she gazed at me and told:

'Chrystalle, have you ever been in love?'

'I must admit it: I've never been in love.'

'Then, you can't understand how difficult this is for me.'"

Charles gazed at me, a little bit amazed, and he told me:

"Is that true? Don't you know what love is?"

At that time, I was not sure if I was sincere, but I answered:

"Love is not for thareansies. We can't love anybody, we are devoted to serving our king."

"Before becoming a thareansy you were a teenager. In your teens it's very easy to fall in
love, even in the form of a platonic relationship. Did you love to any man although he didn't feel the same way about you?"

That kind of memories were bitter for me, but I replied:

"I will explain it. My parents were slaves, so I was born being a slave. I started to work when I was five years old. I helped my parents doing easy tasks as carrying small pieces of wood, or flowers. I don't know if my parents are alive or not; when I was eight years old, my owner sold me to a nobleman and I passed five years working as a maid for my owner's wife. Excepting my owner, no man entered in our chambers. Unfortunately, my breasts started to grow early, and my owners sensed that I would be exceptionally gorgeous when I grew up, so, when I was thirteen years old, they introduced me to a thareansy recruiter and my owner sold me to the King for a price twenty times higher than the money they paid for me. Finally, thareansies are trained only by women, mainly by old thareansies. So, it's difficult to fall in love with somebody if you hardly see men."

Charles was moved. He told, with a seriousness that was seldom for him:

"That's terrible, Chrystalle. Most of noblemen disagree, but slavery should be banned. I feel a deep respect about Henry, but a lot of things should change in Zanthoxorn."

That response was strange for me. Charles talked about Henry as if he were more for him that the boss of the miners. Really, I was not very interested in knowing more about Charles or the other miners, excepting Henry, and the miners didn't talk with me about their lifes either, but I felt curious about that. Anyway, I preferred to stop talking about slavery. I hate to be a slave, but I always was lucky. My second owner was not cruel, her only punishments were puting me on her knees and spanking me. She let my buttocks in little pain, but she did the same to her own children, so she was not very severe with me and with the other maids. Also, the most of slave childs' owners use to be smart, and they avoid damaging them, specially if they are girls, because if a girl becomes as beautiful as result interesting for thareansy recruiters, they will become rich.

But things are not always in that way. I have visited hundreds of noblemen in all zanthoxornian provinces, and I have known all kinds of noblemen. I have met some as kindhearted as Lord Evans, and I have met some extremly wicked. I have heard about a nine years old slave who died when his lord whipped him to punish him for having break an expensive teapot. You must lash very hardly for killing something, and you must be a monster for killing a little boy in that way. But it sadden me the most that the evilness is not only in the noblemen. I never damaged another woman while I fought her for amusing my lords, but I knew that there are a few thareansies who enjoy injuring her untrained and innocent foes.

How I would like to be manumited! But that is very difficult. Male slaves, if they are intelligent and reliable, can be given important positions and if they are good in them, they can be let to earn and own money, and after long years, they can buy their freedom. For women is more difficult; the only way for get their freedom is marrying. If you are a thareansy, only a rich nobleman could marry with you, because it is needed a lot of money for paying the King the price of your freedom. And for me... I will never marry with anyone , even if that makes me free, if I do not love him, because that would be another kind of slavery. Once a nobleman that I served, asked me for being his wife, and I refused. Probably, I lost my only opportunity, but I will never be free in that way. I stopped to remember that awful things and I told Charles:
Brought up for serving. (Chapter XVI)
Chrystalle's tale continues. Probably you noticed, but the love story between Shaleen and Lord Evans has something strange. In the most romantic novels or films, the male main character is extremly handsome. Tall, muscular... I have never read a romantic tale where the 'prince' is a 'fat monster'. By this, I liked that Lord Evans were reliable, kind-hearted and capable of love, but extremly ugly and fat. Appearance does not matter, but all the 'princes' in romantic tales are handsome. This is the joke included here.

By the way, Shaleen is a little hopeless, but she has some experience and her heart is the only one capable of ignore Lord Evans' physical ugliness and see his true beautiness. I love contradictory characters.

And, also, this chapter shows a Chrystalle's strong flaw: she has no experience in love, and that can be a big problem.

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Al last, a very important discovering for me has been done in the CERN (European Council for Nuclear Research). You can read the commuinication here:

home.web.cern.ch/about/updates…

The CERN is the most important laboratory about particle physics in Europe and, perhaps, in the world. They discovered the Higgs' boson and, finally, the Force.

I have ask by email a copy of the work by Ben Kenobi, in order to learn how to use the Force. I tried to use it from several years ago, but I always failed, despite the high amount of concentration that I reserved for my attempts. I tried to lift a car using the Force, but I never succeeded. When I went to pubs, I always tried to convince beautiful girls by moving my hand in front of them and telling: "you want to be my girlfriend", but I never got any date.

I thought that, perhaps, the Force does not exist, or that girls and cars in my country were not affected by it. However, if the CERN has found the Force, then my problem was an incorrect usage of the Force.

I am really happy. I will take photos of myself using the Force and I will upload in DA, when I learn the proper usage of the Force.
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My second error was gazing at her, waiting for an explanation about that problem. Quickly, by treachery, she punched my belly, just below my navel. She took me by surprise and I could not react, only groan and bend down. Her first punch was terribly hard. She punched my belly twice more, but I was bent and aware, and she damaged me very little. But I had not recovered from the first hit, so she punched me another time, she pushed me and I fell over. I understood that I had to stand up as quick as possible or she could start to kick me. Fortunately, instead of attacking me, she told:

'Was it enough for you, bloody whore?'

I still had my belly in pain, however, I stood up, determined to give her a hidding, but she reacted faster. She attacked me, shouting as a mad woman, trying to punch my head and pulling my hair. I am a well trained fighter; despite my pain, I could block her punches, but I could not avoid to have my hair firmly pulled by that crazy harpy. Finally, I regained my strength and I released my hair from her. Quickly, I gave her a hard slap which forced her to turn and show me her side. I grabbed her hair and her clothes in her back and I hit her against the wall. I was very angry, but I could control myself and I did not hit her too firmly. It would not be good for me to injure Shaleen, even if she were a crazy woman; I only intended to get her stunned a little bit for pulling her after and flooring her, and that worked. She fell over and I jumped on her, held her right arm and I twisted it on her back."

Charles told, pretending to be sad, but really joking:

"Poor Chrystalle. They always hit your belly. First Lenore, and now Shaleen. It must be envy, because you have a very nice belly."

"It was not the same, my lord. Lenore hit me for fake, Shaleen did not."

Charles told, about to laugh

"Don't worry, my dear, I will cure your poor belly."

And he put down the sheets and started to kiss my belly. I laughed a bit and I put my hands on his head. He told several times: 'Do you feel better?' and I always answered 'yes, my lord'. Finally, I told, joking:

"My lord, it's very disgusting for you to cure me, isn't it?"

He answered, after having kissed my navel:

"Oh! I'm suffering a lot with this, but you deserve that kind of sacrifices."

Finally, he left my belly and kissed for a long time my lips, and he asked me for continuing the tale.

"I must admit that Shaleen was not as wicked as she seems. She was very bad tempered, she was a little mad and she was not very intelligent, but she was also a little bit naive. When I twisted her arm, she started to shout very loudly as if I were broken her arm but, actually, I was twisting her arm firmly, but not so much for causing her real pain. She besought me to not damage her several times, and she started to cry bitterly. I was tired of her volatile personality, but I felt moved for the way she was crying. You would think that I am a little bit silly, but I am not capable to destroy a defeated foe who is beseeching me and is crying. I released her arm, but I remained sat on her backside and holding her shoulders for not letting her move. She only covered her eyes, still crying bitterly, and she started to say:

'Why had you to do it? Why did you fuck my lord? There are a lot of men in the world, why Lord Evans?'

I did not understand what was happening with Shaleen. I told, a little bit amazed and in a slightly tender way:

'It's my work. I'm a thareansy. I thought that you knew that. Please, stop crying.'

She did not stop crying bitterly, and I was convinced that I will have to deal with a crybaby in one of her worse moments. Probably I would lose all the evening with her, but if I could calm her and discover the problem that she had, I could train for the fight without fearing another attack from her. She told me:

'I knew, but why are you getting money out of Lord Evans taking advantage of him, making the most of his loneliness? He doesn't deserve, he is a very good man.'

'I don't get money out of him, neither I get money out of any nobleman I have to sleep with.'

She sighed and answered:

'I can't believe... which is your goal then? Do you seduce man for damaging them? Is it a form of laughing about them?'

'I don't know what your problem is, but I'm not as wicked as you think. My work is make the men happy. The King sends me to a nobleman as a way for giving thanks for his services, usually when they can't have easily a woman in his bed, as Lord Evans occurs himself. Because I think that you'll agree: very few women would like to sleep with a man as terribly obese as him.'

Her furious answer made me understand:

'Don't dare to talk about my lord in that way, bloody whore! He is the best man I've ever known; nobody should reject to the people because they are fat, there are a lot of things more important in a man!'

I finally understood and I told, really moved:

'Oh, my God! You are in love with Lord Evans, and you are so jealous that you can't stand to meet me. I didn't know, I couldn't know it.'

She shouted again; she did not seem to be aware that I had her immobilized, and I could hit her hardly if I wanted, because she told in rage:

'Don't lie, bloody whore! Everybody knows that in palace! Everybody laughs at me for that, for being so tall, for being so ugly! Release me bloody jerk, whore, moron!'

She tried to move, but I press her firmly against the ground and she started to cry again. I tried to convince her, although I was afraid that it would be useless:

'I arrived here a few days ago, I had no time for hearing the rumors. And, probably, I'm not the only person who unknows them. Lord Evans neither knew your name.'

'Stop lying, whore!'

That day I knew how patient I was, because I controlled myself and I told her, calmly:

'I'm telling the truth. Think a little bit, Shaleen. If Lord Evans is really a very kindhearted man, and I agree with that, do you think that he would force you to meet me if he would know that you are in love with him? Only a cruel man would do something like that.'

Shaleen cried bitterly for a long time, trembling below me and, finally, she said:

'You are right... I... I pass all the day in the coal cellar, or in the basement. I hardly see Lord Evans and when I hear his voice, or I see him from far, my heart starts to beat so quickly that it hurts me. I feel so nervous when Lord Evans is near to me that I try to hide. I never talked to him... You wasn't lying.'

She told that still crying, and I suspected that, in that moment, she was crying for all times they had mocked her, for the long months or, even, years she passed suffering for her unrequited love. She knew that I was sleeping with her beloved Lord Evans, and she could not stand that. I sensed that she would not attack me again for that day, so I released her and I stood up at her side. She sat up slowly, she stopped crying and she started to wipping away the tears. The dirt on her face had mixed with the tears, and her face had a terrible look. I had to calm her completely or we could not practice that day, so I told her that I would come back soon.

I returned with a washbasin, a jug and a towel. Shaleen was sat in the same position I let her, looking at the ground and still sighing in sadness. I started to clean her face carefully. She was older than me, but she acted as a teenager and I treated her in the same way. When I was cleaning her right cheek, she told:

'Aw! It hurts.'

I cleaned very carefully and I saw some marks produced by my hard slap. I still felt my belly in little pain so I thought that she deserved to have her face in pain for a couple of days. Suddenly, she told me:

'I shouldn't have hit you. I thought that you were provoking and teasing of me, but I'm not very sure now.'

'No need to apologise. Rather avoid to punch me again.'

When I finished, I got amazed. Her clean face was beautiful and I sensed that if her hair were clean, she would look even more gorgeous, so I asked her:

'I'm going to wash your hair, please, undress.'

'No.'

'Come on, your clothes will get wet. There's no man here.'

'I don't mind. I won't undress.'

'Please, don't be so stubborn. You'll have to undress for trying my bras on. And you must wear them for serving properly to Lord Evans.'

She resisted for a while, but finally, she stood up with a sad face. She took her skirt off and she started to take her bodice off, but she started to cry again, telling:

'I don't want to get almost naked in front of Lord Evans. He will realise how awful I am, and that will broke my heart. Please, don't force me to that.'

As she had stood up, it was strange for me to see a so tall and strong woman crying like a baby. I calmed her, I helped her to wipe away her tears again and finally she took her inner skirt off and she tied it around her hip, letting revealed almost all her thighs and her belly. And when I saw her naked I became utterly astonished."

Charles smiled and told me:

"Let me guess. She was a hot chick, wasn't she?"

"You are right, my lord. She had a so beautiful body that it seemed irreal. She was more beautiful than me, I felt a little bit of envy."

Charles laughed and replied:

"Was she more beautiful than you? It's hard to believe. You must introduce her to me."

"I think that it would be so late, my lord. I gazed at her with so insolence that she covered her breasts and she shouted:

'Don't gaze at me in that bloody way. Are you getting horny or what?'

She really deserved a good punch, but I controlled myself, I had no option but getting along with her. So I replied:

'No, I don't like having sex with women, but... I am astonished. I'm a thareansy, we are the most gorgeous women in the kingdom. You are complaining about your ugliness all the time, but you are more beautiful than me, much more beautiful.'

She looked at my with suspicion when she replied:

'Are you serious? I am too tall, men don't date with girls taller than them, a tall woman is an awful woman.'

'I'm telling the truth. Lord Evans is too obese, women don't date with men with a weight of four hundred pounds, a fat man is an awful man.'

She closed her fists, uncovering her breasts, and she replied angrily:

'Shut up, stupid whore! Don't dare...' And, suddenly, she calmed herself: 'Oh! I understand. Please, forgive me.' And looking at me with a beseeching face, she added: 'Do you think that Lord Evans won't think that I am awful?'

'I'm completely sure, he will think just the contrary. Your only problems are that your clothes are ugly, you face is always dirty, and your hair is not combed, but you are lovely.'

'I don't know how to do my hair, would you teach me?'

I had no option but nodding. I washed her hair, I combed her long red hair and she had a lovely look when I finished. I couldn't believe that such a beatiful girl could be so full of complexes about her look.

The next was asking Shaleen to trying my bras on. She took one of them but she confessed that she didn't know how that piece of cloth was worn, so I had to put the bras for her. She let me do everything without moving. I found that my bras were a little tight for her, so I measured her a little bit and I estimated the changes to do in one of my bras for get it fit well to Shaleen."

Charles told in his usual happy way:

"I'm enjoying a lot. You were putting bras on beautiful Shaleen and you were in underwear. And your bras were tight for her, despite you are very well-endowed."

"They were only a little bit tight for her, my lord. Shaleen and me had almost the same figure, but she was four inches taller than me and, by this, it's normal that she would need a bigger size than me."

He told laughing:

"OK, OK, calm down, you are the hottest chick I've ever seen. It was just a remark. However, when is the fight going to start?"

"Soon, my lord, but I think that you will enjoy a little bit with some events happened during the training. Would you like to hear a brief tale about them?"

"No problem. Continue."
Brought up for serving (Chapter XV)
I will recover this story that I had not updated from a long time. In this case, it was due to a very bad and very hard situation that I had to overcome. I was unable to continue working in a story plenty of eroticism and with a little bit of humour. I felt so sad. But I think that the story deserves to be finished, so I have recovered.

Last chapter is here: imageshr.deviantart.com/art/Br…

From a couple of chapters before I started with the character arc of Shaleen. This arc will be very important for depicting a change in Chrystalle's mind. Also, it has some references to a fairy tale. I will explain this at the end.

Enjoy the chapter.
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THE NOUN

Wâttûleg language has an incomplete declension system. The declension includes the following cases: nominative, acusative and dative. The genitive has an agglutinative structure combined with a preposition that is written before the noun. The ablative is denoted using prepositions and the vocative is constructed by using reduplication and a change in the first vowel of the word.

GENDER

Words can be masculine or feminine. Usually, a masculine word ends in "e" and a femenine one in "y".

PLURALS

There exists four types: masculine plural, feminine plural, colective plural (used for groups formed by masculine and feminine concepts) and dual (dual is used when it is intended to talk about two o more things that form part of a bigger thing. For instance, the two hands of a person would be expressed in dual, because they are considered part of a single human body)

DECLENSIONS

There exists three declensions in Wâttûleg language:

First one: for roots finished with a vowel (and nouns not representing human-made things)
Second one: for roots finished with a consonant (and nouns not representing human-made things)
Third one: for objects created by human beings.

Wâttûleg makes a strong difference between natural and artificial objects, and between living and nonliving beings. This uses to be a big difficulty for foreign speakers. Also, if you want to consider a human-made object as a living one (for literary purposes, for instance) you can use first or second declensions for an human-made object. Strange and extremly poetic, but possible.

FIRST DECLENSION

      Sing    M Plu    F Plu   Col Plu   Dual
Nom      -       w        sü       wsâ     dö
Acc      k       ktw      giyu     gē^      kö
Dat      pa      parw     bäy      pô      pö

SECOND DECLENSION

      Sing    M Plu    F Plu   Col Plu   Dual
Nom      -       w        ü        â       ö
Acc      e       ew       ē        ê       ewö
Dat      y       yw       yü       yâ      ywö

THIRD DECLENSION

      Sing    M Plu    F Plu   Col Plu   Dual
Nom      -      us        us       -       ûs
Acc      uk     uks       uks      -       ûks
Dat      wa     was       was      -       wâs


REMARK FOR THIRD DECLENSION: In nominative and accusative cases, an "y" is added if the root ends in vowel. (Not for nominative singular)


PLURALS FOR GENITIVE, ABLATIVE AND VOCATIVE

For these cases, the plurals are the same:  

Plr mas      esw
Plr fem      yisw
Plr colec    yērw
Dual         öt


GENERAL REMARKS:

Wâttûleg is a rather full of options language. The usage of plurals is an example. Supose that there are four stones inside a box. There are several options:

a) Using dual. That means that: i) The stones are homogeneous, i.e., you broke a bigger stone or they are of the same class . ii) You do not stress that they are in a box (if you want to stress, you have to tell it)

b) Using standard plural. You are telling that: i) the stones are heterogeneous, i.e., you picked them separately when you strolled by the coutryside. ii) You do not stress that they are inside a box.

c) Using colective plural. You are telling that: i) the stones are heterogeneous. ii) It is an important fact that you carry them in a box.

Which is the problem? That if you use an incorrect plural, they will not understand properly or they think that you are wrong. For instance, consider these two sentences:

a) "I carry three stones in this box" (you use standard plural)

b) "I could put these three stones in this box!" (you use colective plural: you are stressing that the stones are inside the box, that it was difficult to put the stones in the box)

The problem is that in Wâttûleg you can use the same sentence for denoting these two concepts, simply changing the plural. In that case:

"I carry three stones (standard plural) in this box" has the meaning of a)

"I carry three stones (colective plural) in this box" has the meaning of b)

Wâttûleg is full of nuances like this and foreign speakers must be continuously aware of them. For instance, if you tell to another person that you are excited because you are carrying three stones in a box and you use standard plural, the other person will not understand why you are so excited. In the other way around, if a native speaker uses the colective plural for stressing something and you do not understand what is being stressed, he could think that you are mocking about him.

ACCUSATIVE OF DIRECTION

As it happened in latin, and it happens in esperanto, Wâttûleg uses the accusative for denoting that you are moving to certain place. For instance, in the sentence:

"I am travelling to Texas"

"Texas" must be in accusative.

GENITIVE

There exist two ways for the genitive:

a) Use of nouns in suffix form:

Some words in Wâttûleg have two forms: the normal one and the suffix one. Two examples:

House: tägel (normal form) or -gley (as a suffix)
River: sānyek (normal form) or -shä (noun finished in vowel) or -yshä (for nouns finished in consonant)

For instance: Kendra's house is usually "Kendragley"

The use of nouns in suffix form not always is related to a genitive. For instance, the river that crosses Madrid is called Manzanares. In that case "Madridshä" would be translated like "the river of Madrid" or, better, "the river that crosses Madrid".

b) Use of agglutination and preposition kē/kēw

This kind of genitive is formed joining the two nouns preceded by kē (if the first word starts with consonant) or kēw (if it starts in vowel). It is an alternative to the usage of suffix form, however, it is preferred the last one. You must write the owner before the object owned.

You could say: "kēkendratägel" but you will hear usually "Kendragley" instead.

The plural is added to the word that needs it. For instance, "tög" (feminine) is city. You could write:

"kētögtägel" (the house of the city)
"kētögöttägel" (the houses of the city; in dual)
"kētögöttägelöt" (the houses of the cities -the cities of a same country: by this is used the dual).
"kētögöttägelyisw" (the houses of the cities -when these cities does not belong to the same political unit).


EXAMPLES OF DECLENSION:

First decl.: wtta (tree) Feminine.
Second decl.: bwtask (stone) Masculine.
Third decl.: tägel (house) Feminine

FIRST DECLENSION

        Sing        F Plu        Col Plu     Dual
Nom      wtta        wttasü       wttawsâ     wttadö
Acc      wttak       wttagiyu     wttagē^     wttakö
Dat      wttapa      wttabäy      wttapô      wttapö

SECOND DECLENSION

        Sing         M Plu          Col Plu       Dual
Nom      bwtask       bwtaskw        bwtaskâ       bwtaskö
Acc      bwtaske      bwtaskew       bwtaskê       bwtaskewö
Dat      bwtasky      bwtaskyw       bwtaskyâ      bwtaskywö

THIRD DECLENSION

        Sing         F Plu         Dual
Nom      tägel        tägelus       tägelûs
Acc      tägeluk      tägeluks      tägelûks
Dat      tägelwa      tägelwas      tägelwâs


VOCATIVE

Vocative is denoted using reduplication. For this, it is repeated as a preffix the first consonant of the noun and adding "y" if the word starts with a consonant. The first vowel of the word must be changed according to these rules:

i,u --- no variation.
a,e,o --- become --- ā,ē,ō
ā,ē,ō,ö,ü,ä: --- become --- ā:,ē:,ō:,ö:,ü:,ä:

"Semivowels" y and w does not change.

Examples:

Toledo ---> Tytōledo
Bindilisora --> Bybindilisora (Vindilisora: imaginary city from Amadis de Gaula)
Adriana --> Dadriana (according to Spanish pronountiation. See the remark below).
Niuyōk --> Nyniuyōk (New York)
Nōrich --> Nynō:rich (Norwich)
Hiwston --> Hyhiwston (Houston)
Katalina --> Kykātalina (Catalina: female spanish noun)
Espania --> Kēspania (Spain)
Fggans --> Fyfggāns (France)
Doichland --> Dydōichland (Germany)
Yunitid-steits --> Nyunitid-steits (United States)

REMARK:

Proper nouns are transliterated according the pronountiation in the original language. By this, David would be written "Dabid" if the person comes from Spain, or "Deibid" if he comes from the UK or the USA.

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VOCABULARY APPEARED SO FAR

TREE: wtta --- Feminine.
STONE: bwtask --- Masculine.
HOUSE: tägel --- Feminine
RIVER: sānyek (normal form) or -shä (noun finished in vowel) or -yshä (for nouns finished in consonant) --- Masculine
CITY: tög (normal form) or -g --- Feminine
Grammar of Wattuleg. Part Three
Grammar of the noun. Probably is not complete, but remember that Wâttûleg is under construction
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Al last, a very important discovering for me has been done in the CERN (European Council for Nuclear Research). You can read the commuinication here:

home.web.cern.ch/about/updates…

The CERN is the most important laboratory about particle physics in Europe and, perhaps, in the world. They discovered the Higgs' boson and, finally, the Force.

I have ask by email a copy of the work by Ben Kenobi, in order to learn how to use the Force. I tried to use it from several years ago, but I always failed, despite the high amount of concentration that I reserved for my attempts. I tried to lift a car using the Force, but I never succeeded. When I went to pubs, I always tried to convince beautiful girls by moving my hand in front of them and telling: "you want to be my girlfriend", but I never got any date.

I thought that, perhaps, the Force does not exist, or that girls and cars in my country were not affected by it. However, if the CERN has found the Force, then my problem was an incorrect usage of the Force.

I am really happy. I will take photos of myself using the Force and I will upload in DA, when I learn the proper usage of the Force.

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I will start to fill my profile. First of all, I must say that English is not my native tongue, so I would like to apologise for the mistakes in my texts. If your mother tongue is English, your corrections will be welcome.

I will use this place to publish erotic tales. I am too shy for writting this kind of literature, so in this profile I will always remain annonymous.

A very important remark is that my writtings are intended to be respectful with the women (and with the men). I will never write about humiliations, rapes or other kind of topics that could be interpreted as a defense of treating women as if they were born only to be sexual objects. If you think that this is my goal then, probably, I will need to improve a lot my English.

I hope that you enjoy my writtings, when published.

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