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Your comments are encouraged (either in a.s.s.d. or directly to me at
[e-mail]: Once the majority opinion seems to be that this story
sucks money-dick, I'll stop posting it. :-)  )

--Tak

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This post contains homosexual rape...
not to mention elements of plot andcharacter. If any of these offend you,
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Copyright 1995 by Takhira Tinggaard and K.S. Miller. All Rights Reserved.
Permission granted for not-for-profit electronic redistribution and
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DePINDER'S WAR, by Takhira

Part One: The Front

Chapter Two

 DePinder swiftly finished dressing, as Corbayne just stood there and let
the news sink in. "You're the new Captain of the Lance?"
 She fastened her sword around her hips. "I guess when the High Court
declares you a man, you truly do get all the privileges that go with it,
particularly when you have a father who's a Grand Captain and can
manipulate the beauracracy in the Golden City as he pleases."
 "I suppose we should retrieve Grand Captain DePolarno from the stockade,"
Corbayne said, hesitantly.
 "We have the orders, and that's all we need." DePinder picked the
parchment bearing the Imperial seal off the desk. "Have all Squadleaders
in the compound assemble in the council chamber in one hour. I'll gather
the Lieutenants. Let's make this official."
 "Yes, sir." Corbayne snapped to attention, clicked his booted heels, and
grinned broadly at DePinder right before he walked swiftly from the room.

 Corbayne walked rapidly through the halls, a smile playing on his lips.
He had felt that DePinder would rise to the top of the Imperial Army, but
her progress was even swifter than he could ever had imagined. And now the
pall that had hung over her career had lifted: No longer did the threat
exist that a new Captain of the Lance with either no sense of what this
part of the front was like or, worse, a follower of Nelemi be placed over
them. Now, DePinder was in command of the 234th Lance, and hopefully she'd
continue to do the impossible with Corbayne right behind her.
 He had been ordered to teach her magic, since he entered the Academy with
some training, and DePinder had been essentially ejected from the Academy
in the Golden City for not being able to understand even the most basic
concepts of the art. It was only because her father was a Grand Captain
that she had been given a second chance there in the south, and the
instructor had told him that a first year cadet could much better afford
to waste his time on an "arcanely stupid" first year cadet than anyone
else in the school.
 As Corbayne's thoughts returned to his first meeting with DePinder, it
amazed him how much he'd grown to care about her, considering that before
they met, he'd decided she was without doubt an intolerable bitch:
DePinder's strange history was all over Academy only days after she had
been transferred there from the one in the Golden City: the only child of
a Grand Captain, she had been legally declared a male so that she could
persue a military career as something other than a scout. Although she
could never be a Grand Captain, she would now be able to carry on the
family legacy in some way. Corbayne had convinced himself that anyone who
had come from a background of such privileged--where a father snaps his
fingers, and the daughter turns into a son--would be impossible to deal
with on any level, let alone as a peer trying to be a teacher.
 However, it turned out quite differently. Her beauty had struck him
immediately. He hadn't been sure what a young woman who had been legally
declared a man would look like, but he hadn't at all pictured the
finely-featured face, with its narrow nose, high cheekbones, lightly
arched eyebrows, and copious freckles. He had been attracted to DePinder
almost immediately, not in a sexual sense, since was too small for his
taste--officers took busty women, he'd always been told, and DePinder was
anything but busty--but she was beautiful in the same way a flower was
beautiful, something delicate that needed to be protected. Of course, she
was anything but delicate as well, but it was a starting point for their
relationship, and although her body hadn't changed much since they'd met
10 years ago, he had grown to find her very, very attractive.
 Corbayne admitted to himself years ago that he loved DePinder, even if
they had never made love and probably never would; they were too close for
that. DePinder was a colleague, confidant and friend, not a lover. As
Corbayne tutored her in the use of magic, which was really not hard
because once he stripped away all the philosophical mumbo-jumbo and just
presented her with the raw figures and diagrams, she swiftly mastered the
art, DePinder helped him over his fear of horses (a great career booster
beyond measure in the Imperial Army which was mostly) and the short-cuts
needed to do better in sword practice. Through four years and four
different relationships with women from the city near the Academy, she was
there for him, even if he was never able to be there for her in the same
way. If DePinder had ever had a relationship, sexual or otherwise, with
anyone at the Academy aside from him, she kept it well-hidden. On the
other hand, she did have a hard time meeting people due to her odd legal
status: One night, when they had both been roaringly drunk in mourning
over Corbayne's latest failed love affair, she had told him, "If I screw a
man, I'm engaging in homosexuality, because I'm legally a man. And if I do
it with a woman, it's the same, because I'm physically a woman. All I can
do is masturbate, fantasize and thank Nelemi that's not frowned upon by
Gods or society."
 On graduation day, DePinder and he had made a promise to each other,
"Whoever gets a unit command first, will bring the other onboard as an
aide." And after five years of service attached to the navy of the Inner
Sea, he received a set of transfer papers: Lieutenant of the 234th Lance
Arim DePinder required a Staff Officer and Magical Adjunct.
 And now the Lieutenant was the Captain, and he was still at her side.
Friends are better than lovers, he thought, as he reached the first
barracks.

 Six of the ten Squadleaders were in the compound, and they were all
uniformly excited about the news that the uncertainty of the 234th's
command future had been decided that the Captain had been recruited from
within its own ranks. As Corbayne walked toward the stockade area, he
thought he heard DePinder's voice from within the Officer's Lounge; he
resisted the temptation to stop and listen, as he knew there was at least
on of the Lieutenants who would not be at all happy about her being
promoted; if she wanted him to know what the Lieutenants were working out
in the wake of promotion, she'd tell him.
 He stepped out into the compounds inner courtyard and out onto one of the
boards that had been laid out to keep those whose business involved
frequent crossings between the two buildings that was the 234th's
headquarters. The rain was coming down steadily, as always. Once again, he
found himself once again making a mental note to have a cloak room
established somewhere near the exit into the inner courtyard.
 At one time, it had been an elven monastery, but the elves who lived here
had been massacred over a century ago. The larger of the buildings was two
stories above ground that were a confounding maze of rooms and hallways.
Records indicated that there were several dungeon levels under it as well,
but over a century of searches had yet to find the entrance to them. Even
in the few years Corbayne had been here, after all this time, three new
rooms had been discovered off the main conference room. A favorite
dinner-time discussion between DePinder and Corbayne was what an elven
city would be like, and how much more difficult the way was going to
become if sieges and city warfare ever became an issue, for if this
complex was indicative of elven architecture in general, the Imperial Army
would be serious difficulty.
 The smaller of the two buildings was a single-story building that had
been converted into stables, with room for 1,000 horses, although it was
rare that all ten Squads were ever at the Compound, so it was never used
to capacity. When the 234th had taken the structures, it had just been one
immense, empty hall. There was also an underground level that had likewise
just been a sprawling underground room. Some of this had been converted
into troops and servants quarters, while most had been turned into a
dungeon that was referred to as "the stockade."
 One of DePinder's duties had been to manage the stockade, and Corbayne
had taken most of that work upon him when he arrived so she could
concentrate on planning the wareffort and meeting with the Squadleaders
under her command, not to mention the rank and file of the army.
 In some respects, it was a good thing that she had left the stockade to
him; with the exception of her punishments for rapists, DePinder was
entirely too softhearted on lawbreakers. If there was any aspect about her
that was as delicate as her appearance might suggest, then it was that.
Corbayne, on the other hand, knew that meeting out punishments to fit the
crimes was the cornerstone of maintaining order, and he had seen to it
that the most duty-conscience and sadistic soldiers he encountered were
reassigned to the stockades and to serve as Wardens.
 He descended the stairs and walked past the troop quarters and into the
dungeon area. The air was hazy and ripe with smoke from torches down here;
unlike the rest of the compound, which was lit by glowing, magical
crystals, the stockades were merely lit by torches. The bellows he heard
down the smoke-filled, roughly-hewn stone corridor told him that someone
was doing well at their job:
 "How does it feel, ya plodder? How does it feel?! Do ya like having it
shoved up your ass? Do ya?!"
 As Corbayne drew closer, he could hear someone laughing, and under that
he could hear muffled sounds of pain. He stepped through the doorway to
the interrogation chamber, and saw justice in action. One Warden hand one
hand pressed against the back of the fallen Grand Captain's neck, holding
his head pressed against the rough wooden table he was bent across, while
using his other hand to hold his unbroken arm immobile. DePolarno had been
stripped naked. Head Warden Lor, a mountain of a man, was behind
DePolarno, naked from the waist down; he was fucking the officer up the
ass, driving his fully-erect penis deeply into the officer with each
stroke, and pulling it out with a small spurt of blood. Corbayne cocked an
eyebrow, startled that a dick that large could even fit inside DePolarno.
 "As you were," Corbayne said, habitually, and then realized what a stupid
thing that was to say."
 "My pleasure, Master, sir," Lor grunted, driving his thick shaft into
DePolarno; he other man let out a whining groan as his feet literally
lifted off the floor. "Jus' teaching this bastard what it feels like to
have a dick shoved into small spaces--and our Lieutenant DePinder is _too
small_ for a fucker like you to go around poking, ya son of an elf! How
does it feel, fucker?!"
 "Please," DePolarno groaned, as Lor pulled free, only the thrust again.
"Stop, stop."
 "In, out, in, out," the other soldier chanted, sending Corbayne a grin
that revealed his two missing front teeth.
 Corbayne smirked. "As the ranking officer, it is my duty to advise you
gentlemen that engaging in homosexual acts will cause all three of you to
be condemned to the Beyond by Nelemi."
 Lor drove his penis in again, and gyrated his hips, throwing back his
head and roaring with laughter. "Ya hear that, fucker?! You and me will be
together in the Beyond! Your ass will be mine for all time!" He thrust
against DePolarno so hard that the table moved. Then a shudder ran through
his body, and he gave a few more quick thrusts. Each one prompted a moan
from the Grand Captain, whose face had gone ashen and who's eyes had
focused on Corbayne, pleading.
 "Please," he moaned. "Mercy."
 Lor pulled away from DePolarno's ass, his penis smeared with blood and
sperm. When the soldier made to release him, Lor pointed at him. "I'm not
done with this asshole yet. Hah! That was a joke, huh?" He laughed, his
half-erect penis waving and sending droplets flying. Corbayne took a step
back.
 "Indeed," the officer said.
 "What brings ya over, Master Corbayne?"
 "A Grand Captain was here earlier today. He brought news of our new
Captain, and Lieutenant DePinder asked me to gather all the Squadleaders
for an official announcement in the main conference room."
 "I'd love ta go, but I've got to make sure this fucker is properly
regretful when we _really_ shove something up his ass tomorrow," the
Warden replied as he went to another table across the room. "By the way,
I've gotta do the execution orders on him. What's his name and division?"
 "I'm Grand Captain DePolarno," DePolarno said weakly, blood flowing
freely down his inner thighs.
 "Shappad," the solder who was still at the table said, pressing harder on
the prisoner's neck. "We warned against lying, didn't we? Ya want my dick
up your ass, too?"
 "I'm not sure of his name, but he claimed to be the replacement cook from
34th Infantry. He followed Lieutenant DePinder to her bedroom and
attempted to jump her."
 "Fucker!" Lor roared, scribbling furiously. Then he grabbed his beefy
penis in one hand started squeezing it as his hand slid up and down its
length, blood and semen dripping from its tip. It started to get hard
again. "We're gonna have to carry to you the field tomorrow, but I'm gonna
make your ass look like your mouth! Master, sir, may I be excused from the
meeting?"
 "Carry on, Head Warden Lor," Corbayne said. Looking into DePolarno's
painfilled eyes he said, trying to sound sincere, "May Nelemi be merciful
in his punishment."
 He expected DePolarno to curse him, or attempt to spit, or something
deserving of respect. Instead, the Grand Captain merely sighed and
whispered, "Mercy."
 Corbayne turned from the room feeling disgusted. What kind of men were in
charge of this army, anyway? DePolarno screamed, just as he'd reached the
exit from the stockade, and Lor drowned out the scream with a roared
series of expletives. Corbayne laughed.

 The council chamber feel silent when Corbayne walked in, and several of
the assembled officers and junior commanders nodded at him with broad
smiles from their seats around the T-shaped black table that dominated the
room. A quick glance across room showed that only two of the five
Lieutenants were there, Luitentant of the Observers Etak, the young woman
in a mud-free uniform for once, and Lieutenant of the Lance  Tergonan.
Etak's expression was, as always, inscrutable, the triangular face
expressionless as her blue eyes briefly passed over Corbayne before
returning to gaze on the empty Captain's chair at the head of the table.
There was, however, no doubt about Tergonan's present emotional state. As
always, the half of this face that had been mutilated by elven Battle
Magic back when he was a Squadleader was covered with a black leather
mask, but the other half of his face was set in a sneer. His good eye
locked on Corbayne, and followed the staff officer to his seat. Corbayne
said, "Gentleman, lady... finally, the Grand Captains have seen fit
appoint a new Captain of the 234th Lance. When this meeting's over, we'll
reconvene at the tavern in town to celebrate. Drinks and food will be on
me,"
 A happy murmer spread around the table, but the Lieutenants remained
impassive. Returning Tergonan's gaze, Corbayne said, "I hope you'll be
able to join us, Lieutenant."
 "I have a report to finish. If I get it done in a timely manner, you can
rest assured that I will be there to toast our new commander." His voice
was so icy that Corbayne half-expected to see iceflowers form on the
lead-lined windowpanes overlooking the rainsoaked roof of the compound's
other building. His tone was to obviously hostile that it silenced the
murmur of the Squadleaders and even caused Etak to cock an eyebrow. And in
that silence, all heard the clicking of bootheels on the stone floor
accompanied by a steady jangling of spurs.
 "Good afternoon, everyone," DePinder said, as she entered the room. Since
Corbayne had seen her last, she had actually bothered to put on a mud-free
uniform jacket; her boots and pants, however, were still flaking mud as
she crossed to the head of the table. Standing next to the chair reserved
for the Captain of the Lance, she continued. "As most of you undoubtedly
know, we were visited by a Grand Captain about an hour ago. He came with
the official appointment of a new Captain of the 234th Lance, and, as we
all hoped, they chose to promote someone from our own ranks. Further, they
have seen fit to honor me with position." With those words she drew the
parchment bearing the Imperial seal from its concealment under her belt,
tossed it onto the table, and took her seat in the Captain's Chair.
 "Congratulations, sir!" One of the younger Squadleaders said, a
fresh-faced man with wild, blonde curls whose name Corbayne couldn't
remember.
 "Thank you, W'hitt," DePinder said. "Now, since I, along with Lieutenant
Tergonan have more less been serving as joint commanders of the Lance
since the death of Captain Lorfell, I expect that business will be
conducted as usual. However, we will need to promote someone to fill the
vacancy left by my promotion. I would like to see requests and
recommendations by the end of the week, because I also want us to start a
serious effort at breaking through the elven lines as soon as possible.
This trench warfare we've been conducting is costing us entirely too much
for entirely too little territory gained."
 "Permission to speak freely?" Tergonan said, as he examined the parchment
that carried DePinder's orders of promotion.
 A genuinely surprised expression appeared on her face. "Of course,
Lieutenant Torgonan. I though we all had an understanding that I want you
to speak your minds at all time."
 Corbayne groaned inwardly. Could it really be that DePinder was the only
officer in the Lance who didn't know how Torgonan felt about her and women
in general?
 "No disrespect intended, sir, but I think you're entering a position that
is not one for a lady."
 She titled her head, the look of surprise deepening. "You are correct,
but I am not a lady, legally or otherwise."
 The mop-topped Squadleader tittered and there was a slight twitch at the
corner of Etak's mouth.
 Tergonan looked up at DePinder. "I am aware of that, Captain, but that's
merely a legal technicality. You _are_ a woman. It is a well-known fact
that women have softer hearts and weaker resolves than men. You will be in
a position where you're going to have be able to keep the welfare of the
Lance foremost in your mind at all times, no matter how much political
pressure and threats the Grand Captain's may level against you." With
conviction in his voice, he concluded, "It's an unsuitable job for a
woman, lady or no."
 Silence fell over the council chamber. Corbayne tried to catch DePinder's
eye, hoping to send her a look that would tell her to cut Tergonan off at
the knees before he took this disrespect any further. But, her eyes were
firmly focused on Tergonan's face.
 "Lieutenant," she said mildly, "you're concern is noted, and should I
ever feel my resolve weakening and my feminine nature pushing me to giving
into ridiculous demands from the Golden City, I'll send Corbayne to get
you so that you may hold my sword as I throw myself upon it."
 Corbayne covered a smile with his hand; that wasn't a very captainly
comeback, he thought, but it did the trick.
 Tergonan straightened his back. "I would like to speak with Grand Captain
DePolarno."
 "Apply for leave," DePinder replied, "or arrange with Corbayne to have
you translocated there, because the Grand Captain didn't have time to
waste and has already returned to the Imperial Palace."
 Gritting his teeth, Tergonan returned the parchment to the table and
pushed it toward DePinder. "Very well, sir."
 "That's really all I gathered you here for," DePinder said, rising from
her seat. "Why don't you all take the night off."
 "Sir," Corbayne said, standing as well. "The officers and I would like to
toast you at the tavern in the village, if you don't mind, Would you honor
us with your presence?"
 DePinder hesitated for a moment. "Well--"
 She cut herself off, an expression of mild amazement flashing briefly
across her face; it was only there for a fraction of second, but Corbayne
had known her long enough, and had studied her carefully enough, to
recognize even the most subtle variations in her very expressive face.
 Then he felt the magic in the air. Much like DePinder's face, he had
spent enough time studying the ebb and flow of magical to sense when they
were being disrupted near him; the hair on the back of neck were standing
on end. He turned to look at the rest of the officers. All eyes were
turned toward DePinder, except Etak, who glanced hastily from the
Squadleader next to her, then at Torgonan. Then she noticed Corbayne was
looking at her, and dropped her gaze toward her hands on the table.
Torgonan, who had leaned back in his chair and folded his arms across his
chest noticed her movement, and glanced at her, then looked up at Corbayne
with a slight shrug.
 "Well," DePinder said again, as Corbayne turned back to her. She bit her
lower lip, then brought her hand to her mouth, a forced thoughtful
expression on her face. It dissolved into a bright smile. "To the Beyond
with the paperwork," she stated.
 "I shall give the first toast," W'hitt said brightly, as he stood and
literally bounced from the room.
 "But I want everyone to be in civilian clothes! This will be the last
time we'll have in a while, for I want us to start planning a major push
day after tomorrow."
 "Yes sir," Torganon said, icily. He and the rest of the officers filed
from the room, as DePinder stayed near the door. Corbayne could felt the
magical disruption fade as quickly as it had appeared, but he noticed that
DePinder looked a little flushed.
 "Are you all right?"
 Her eyes roamed over his body, and she reached out and touched his chest.
She bit her lower lip again, and looked him in the eye. "I'm fine." Her
hand lingered on his chest for another moment, and her green eyes remained
focused on his... there was something in them, something he had seen in
other women but never her. Then she turned and stalked from the room, her
spurs ringing furiously. "I'll see you at the tavern."
 Corbayne frowned. He could have sworn that he'd seen lust in her eyes...

--To Be Continued