Rebels of Vulvar: Vulvarian Saga, #2

By J. K. Spenser

An archaeologist from Earth, finds himself grasped once again in the talons of life-threatening danger on the alien planet Vulvar as this dark fantasy, science fiction saga continues.

After many years back on Earth, yearning to return to Vulvar, archaeologist Tobias Hart finds himself transported once again from his placid, uneventful life on Earth to the strange, barbaric world where females rule.

Hart, eager to return to his former role as a chaste male slave, hopes to again find himself in the arms of his true love, a Vulvarian female warrior. Yet he discovers Vulvar has become a world of chaos and upheaval. A large band of rebellious male slaves with a ruthless leader having seized control over one Vulvarian city already, have set their sights on Hart's former city. With Thiva under threat of invasion and defilement, and all those he loves at risk, Hart has been called back to Vulvar to carry out another dangerous mission as an agent of the mysterious Goddess-Queens.

Discover a brilliantly imagined world where females are masters and males live to serve their every desire.

Rebels of Vulvar is the 2nd book in the Vulvarian Saga, but you may enjoy reading the series in any order.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sage Knight Press Ltd
• Release date: Jan 5, 2021
• ISBN: 9781393219583

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J. K. Spenser

Rebels of Vulvar

Vulvarian Saga Book 2

First published by Sage Knight Press Ltd. 2020

Copyright © 2020 by J. K. Spenser

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Contents

1. A Statement by Tobias Hart

2. An Unexpected Visitor

3. Troubling News

4. Back on Vulvar

5. Haela

6. The City of Nisa

7. Training Cohort

8. The Raid

9. The Escape

10. The Confrontational Commander

11. Anax of Thiva

12. The Council Address

13. My Companion

14. The Army Marches

15. Dabar of Nisa

16. An Ungrateful City

17. Revenge

18. On The Run

19. End of the Quest

20. Vengeance Plan

21. An Unexpected Welcome

22. Imprisoned

23. The Mines of Nisa

24. The Uprising

25. The Battle Joined

26. Friendships Renewed

27. The Journey Begins

About the Author

Also by J. K. Spenser

1

A Statement by Tobias Hart

Many years later, as I faced execution, I, Tobias Hart, was to remember that distant afternoon when my birth mother revealed to me she was an extraterrestrial being. At that time, I had recently arrived on the barbaric planet Vulvar the first time. The mysterious Goddess Queens, absentee divinities of Vulvar, existent but remote, had abducted me from a campsite in the wilderness of southwest New Mexico and had transported me in a spacecraft to their world. They had intended to use me in their breeding program.

Because of a genetic disorder, most Vulvarian males are born sterile. After learning that human males of Earth were genetically compatible with Vulvarians, the Goddess Queens began missions of acquisition to Earth, where they abducted fertile males and brought them to Vulvar.

Vulvarian females universally regard sexual intercourse, which they refer to as copulation, between males and females as disgusting and perverted. In fact, the Vulvarian government considers the sexual act between male and female a severe crime for which the government executes males who engage in it. Likewise, they view the human procreation ritual as practiced on Earth as primitive and revolting. Thus, on Vulvar, medical technicians harvest the seminal fluid of captive human males. They then use the male reproductive fluid to inseminate Vulvarian females so that the alien race might continue to procreate and avoid extinction.

Vulvar is a strange world compared to Earth. During a catastrophic war that occurred over six-hundred Vulvarian years ago, most Vulvarian males died. The time of men was over. Females became ascendant. Once they seized power, Vulvarian women became cruel and ruthless rulers. Females enslaved all the surviving males, and as has been their custom since, all males born on the planet since females came to power. The sole purpose of men has become serving the will of their female masters. That applies equally both to native-born Vulvarian males and to the human males Vulvarians abduct and bring to the planet for breeding purposes. Vulvarians enslaved me during my first visit to the world.

However, my time was cut short as a slave and a male used for breeding. The Goddess Queens found themselves in need of an archaeologist, specifically an Egyptologist, which coincidentally was my field on Earth. The deities made me an offer. They asked me to undertake a dangerous expedition to an isolated, inhospitable region of Vulvar to find and recover an ancient artifact they valued and wished to possess. In return, they promised me if I found and recovered the object, they would set me free and return me to my native Earth. At the time, I desperately wanted to return to my world and agreed to take on the mission. Despite the extreme danger and small chance the quest would be successful, I went.

Along with eight Vulvarian females, I traveled from the city of Thiva by sailing ship to an ancient city called Saba, also referred to on Vulvar as the City of the Dead, to search for the artifact. War had ravaged Saba hundreds of Vulvarian years past during a devastating planet-wide conflict.

When we arrived at the dystopian nightmare city, our party encountered terrifying mutant humanoids that did their best to kill us. One of my expedition companions, a Vulvarian warrior, was killed. I narrowly escaped death myself after being captured and briefly held prisoner by one race of mutants. But, ultimately our quest was successful. After I deciphered clues from a historical journal to the whereabouts of the artifact, my cohorts and I found and recovered it. We carried it back to the city of Thiva, where we then turned it over to the Goddess Queens.

Oddly, by the time I had returned from the quest, I wished to remain on Vulvar. I’d fallen in love with a Vulvarian woman named Idril. She had commanded the warrior detachment that had been part of the expedition to Saba. As a result, I had changed my mind about returning to Earth. I wished to stay on Vulvar with the woman I loved. Nevertheless, it was not to be.

Unmoved by ideals like love and fairness that can occasionally sway human actions, the Goddess Queens ignored my wishes and returned me to Earth as they had promised. Their concern is always and only the accomplishment of their mysterious ends. To accomplish those ends, they regard mortals as nothing more than useful subservient instruments, sometimes helpful in achieving their collective wills.

Upon my return to my home planet more than five years ago, I determined to write down the story of the exciting period of my life spent on Vulvar. I wished to set down in the words of an ordinary man a chronicle of the strange events that befell me during the months I spent there. Subsequently, I published the manuscript of the story of my first visit to Vulvar as Females of Vulvar. Anyone unfamiliar with that story, but who find themselves curious to learn the details, can read the entire tale in that book. For that reason, I will not recount further the previous narrative here. Instead, I will chronicle the equally extraordinary events I experienced during my second visit to Vulvar.

2

An Unexpected Visitor

Upon my return to Earth against my will some five years ago, having lost the woman I loved, grief consumed me. The occasion of my abduction had resulted in the loss of an archaeology professorship offered me by a prestigious West Coast university. Without a job, I returned to my boyhood home. I moved into the house where I’d grown up. My deceased adoptive parents had left it to me as part of the inheritance they had bequeathed me.

For over a year, I adopted a hermit-like existence and drank to excess. But in time, I tired of that lifestyle. I tried to put my life back into some semblance of order. After becoming sober, I sought diversions. Distractions that might help me learn not to dwell on the broken heart I felt sure I’d never fully recover from. My adoptive parents, my father’s sister, and her husband had left me a generous endowment. I had a minor fortune in my bank account. I didn’t need to work, nor did I wish to. Archaeology no longer interested me as it once had.

For a time, I traveled abroad a great deal. I read a good many books. And, perhaps because of the pitched battles against the mutant creatures I’d taken part in to a limited extent while on the expedition to Saba, I took a curious interest in learning martial arts.

During a trip to Japan, I visited several samurai museums in the well-preserved historical town of Kakunodate, where the Bushido warrior caste had lived during the Japanese feudal era. I became enamored with the katana, the two-handed sword with a curved blade and single edge that the samurai adopted in the 1400s. I purchased a handsome, authentic katana as a souvenir at one of the museum gift shops. About sixty inches long and forged from special steel known in Japan as tamahagane, the katana is an elegant weapon.

Upon my return home, having decided I wished to learn how to use the katana competently, I located and enrolled at a Kenjutsu dojo. Kenjutsu is the Japanese art of the sword. It entails all Japanese swordsmanship. The history of the martial art extends back to the days of the samurai and feudal Japan.

I attended classes at the dojo thrice-weekly, where I practiced feinting, thrusting, jabbing, cutting, and parrying with the katana. I also mastered the graceful footwork that provides the foundation for all the swordsmanship skills. In time, I became skillful enough that even the sensei had difficulty defeating me when we sparred, despite his more considerable experience and competence.

Besides the sword work, I also joined a local archery club where I learned how to place my feet, how far to pull back the bowstring, and how to aim. The first time you release an arrow and watch it soar through the air is magical. After I’d learned the basics of archery, I spent many hours on the range at the club honing my accuracy with the bow.

Thinking back on it, I suppose I never gave up hope of someday returning to Vulvar, of perhaps being summoned back there to serve the Goddess Queens once more. Perhaps, at least subconsciously, that motivated me to gain martial skills that might prove invaluable should I ever find myself on Vulvar again.

One early autumn evening, a little over five years after the Goddess Queens had returned me to Earth, I was sitting in my chair reading when the doorbell rang. While I no longer lived like a hermit, it was not my habit to socialize with others. I had made the acquaintance of none of my immediate neighbors. For that reason, I knew it unlikely the visitor at my front door was a social acquaintance of which I had few, or a neighbor. The hour was too late for deliveries.

I speculated the person who had rung the doorbell was likely a door-to-door salesperson. I had no interest in speaking with a sales representative. So, inclined to ignore the doorbell, I returned to my book. It seemed a safe assumption the person at my front door would soon depart in the absence of any response.

The doorbell rang a second time, and then a third. By that time, the persistence of the person at my door had annoyed me. Putting down my book with a sigh, I got up and strode to the door. The doorbell chimed a fourth time. I fully intended to give the unwelcome caller a piece of my mind for disturbing me at such a late hour.

Turning the lock, I threw open the front door. I opened my mouth to speak but paused in surprise with my mouth agape. Standing before me was a tall, lanky young woman wearing a black hoodie sweatshirt, black tights, and a pair of high boots. Long thin braids she had plaited in her shoulder-length brown hair framed her strikingly attractive oval-shaped face. Her emerald eyes sparkled when her mouth formed a wide, bright smile. It had been over five years since I’d last seen her, but I recognized her immediately.

Hail, Tobias Hart, the woman said. It has been a long while.

My god, Phaerl! I stammered. What are you doing on my doorstep!

Phaerl was among the warriors who had accompanied me on the expedition to Saba. While I reject any claim to heroism, which the narration of the episode might seem to entitle me, I had saved Phaerl’s life during the expedition. I do not regard myself as a heroic man. But, I believe my mind is such that I act subconsciously to a perceived duty without spending a great deal of time thinking about it first.

In the instance where I saved Phaerl’s life, without thinking and in complete disregard of my safety, I prevented her from falling to her death from a damaged bridge while we were under attack from a pack of rabid mutants. Later that same day, Phaerl returned the favor by helping save my life. From that day onward, for my part, at least, I considered us like brother and sister.

The Goddess Queens sent me to find you, Phaerl said. Might I have words with you?

Dumbly, I stood aside and beckoned her to enter.

Yes, I’m sorry, I said. Please, won’t you come inside? I’d never want it said that I’d turn an old friend away from my door.

Phaerl stepped inside, brushing past me so I might shut the door. I directed her to the den. After looking to her comfort there, I retired to the kitchen, where I opened a bottle of extra dry Cabernet Sauvignon. I carried the wine and two glasses back to the den.

After filling our glasses, I sat down on my chair and gave Phaerl my full attention. While I cared little about any message from the Goddess Queens of Vulvar, I resolved to listen with courtesy to what my friend wished to tell me.

I still can’t believe you are here, I said.

Phaerl smiled again and then took a sip of wine from her glass.

Yes, she said. I can imagine it is somewhat shocking to see me here on your planet. But, I’ve been on Earth for several of your months now.

To what purpose? I said.

Completing a tour as an agent of the Goddess Queens, Phaerl said.

What does that mean?

I facilitate the missions of acquisition. I am due in a few months to rotate back to Vulvar when another will replace me here.

It’s a common assignment? I said.

Yes, for the warriors, Phaerl said. "Your mother,