Núlì de Nǚrén

Chapter 1

Miao

"No, please! Don't hurt him!" A young girl with a dirty face immediately ran over to her kneeling father and stood in front of him, looking up to red armored general, pleading in Chinese. "Please understand, there has been no rainfall for months! Even our village is suffering from famine!"

"Insolent wench!" She whimpered and cried when the general backhanded her, leaving a stinging sensation on her face. "How dare a woman, let alone a slave woman, talk at me."

He was about to slap her once more until another man stopped him. "Now, now, don't be too rough on her. After all, for a Miao, she has a very pretty face." He squatted down in front of her and got a hold of her chin, inspecting her face. He stared into her eyes and smiled deviously. "I've never seen a Miao with such light colored eyes." She frowned at him before shaking her head out of his grasp, only to have her arm pulled by him. "How about I relieve you of being a slave and consider being my comfort woman instead?" She bit her lips, staring hard at him, trying to be brave and dared not to shed a tear. "You already know that defying me or any of us men of the Han is a serious offense for a Miao."

"Please don't, she's only a stupid child!" Her father pulled her back and pleaded to the officer. "She doesn't know anything!"

"Shut up, old man!" He glared angrily at the girl's father and punch him down before pulling the girl along with him, dragging her away as the other general had him detained and sent away.

"Father!" She called to him as she reached for him, crying, struggling against the strength of the Chinese man. "Father!" Her tears ran down her dirty face, blurring her vision.

"Npaim!" She could hear her father's old voice calling to her, "Npauj Npaim!"
(Pronunciation and translation at the end.)

"Father!" She called in her native language.

Footsteps approached the private quarters and doors were pulled open for the lord of the domain. Servants bowed as he approached. As he made his way, he untied and pulled off his hat and set it down on a small table as eunuchs closed the door behind him. He smiled to young slave girl who stood up and backed away from him as he began to strip himself of his tunic, revealing his muscled torso.

He chuckled under his breath, staring her down from head to toe. The servant girls cleaned her up well and dressed her up nicely to his taste. She kept her guard up and tried to close herself as he approached and laid his hands on her shoulders gently. "Normally, I'd prefer the woman to undress me, but I think you're too innocent for that." He pulled her into his arms and took in her scent. She must've been bathed in a bath of roses for her to smell so sweet. Softly and slowly, he licked her ear before whispering, "let me take that innocence away from you," before playfully biting her ear, making her whimper quietly and shudder. He laughed at her. "Let me hear more of that sweet voice of yours." He then grabbed her and pushed her onto the bed before getting on and straddling her down and ripping her new clothes apart.

Her screams and cries and moans, mixed with his, echoed throughout the halls of the estate as servants walked about and returned to their own quarters, minding their own business.

Within the moonlight, as the cool breeze blew into the room where she lost her dignity to a Chinese man, her newly cleaned collar glimmered and shined as it sat on the bedside table. The symbol of her slavery may be clean and shiny, but she, herself, felt dirty and unclean more than ever before.

Horses neighed and chased after her as she ran through the tall yellow grass as quickly as she could. Despite the pain in the lower half of her body, despite all the aching and soreness she felt throughout her whole body, she ran back towards her home village. Villagers came out of their straw huts to see what could be causing such noise early in the morning. The head of the village came out and stood in front of everyone as Npauj Npaim fell to her knees in front of him.

"Father…!" She sniffled and stared up at the head of the villagers with tears in her eyes, holding her tattered clothes together.

He only stared at her in shock and a mixture of anger and sorrow. "You dare come back?" Npaim stared up to her father in shock as he held himself back before slapping her. "Have you no shame of yourself? You come back to shame me?" Her lips trembled as she stared up at her father, already knowing what kind of reaction she'd get from him, but held hope in her arms that her father would welcome her back in open arms instead. This was the father she loved so much, who she worked hard in the rice fields with each and every day. He was the father who told her to eat all she could so she would have the strength to carry on the next day, so that she could grow big and strong. "I have no whore for a daughter." He spat on her and she stared down at his feet, too heartbroken to look up at her father's disapproving eyes. Tears began to blur her vision as her breath quivered and shook unevenly. "You are no longer my daughter. You are nothing but a humiliation."

She gasped and her breath got caught in her throat as she looked up to her father as the villagers began quickly whispering to one another. It was as though her heart stopped and the ringing in her ears wouldn't stop. It felt as though there was a tight grasp on her heart, squeezing it and trying to make it explode. All noises around her were muffled out as she stared out at nothing in disbelief while her father kicked her away and attempted to drive her away. She knew she would be turned away, but she didn't know it would hurt this much.

Horses slowed to a stop and her so called father and the rest of the villagers took a step back. "Back off!" The officer pulled out a long sword and pointed it to the head of the village and glared. "How dare you mistreat my treasure?" The lord pulled the young girl up into his arms and looked down at her to check the damage before glaring back at the Miao man. "I should have your head for that, be thankful that I spare you for creating such a beautiful 'Butterfly Flower'." He smirked before glaring in anger. "I expect an extra hundred bags of rice by the next time I send my men to collect."

The villagers all gasped and panicked as the lord got up on his horse and pulled up the Miao girl into his arms before riding off back to his domain.

"You knew your father wouldn't welcome you back, why did you leave me?" When they got back to the estate, she was given a bath and new clothes and spent the day with the lord who took her away from her village. At this moment now, they were riding together in a field of greens that bloomed tiny yellow flowers. The sun shimmered down on them and a summer breeze blew past them, moving the field. He was teaching her how to ride a horse, holding onto her and the reins from behind her. He held her close and couldn't help but run his nose along her pale skin. Something glittered from the sunlight and caught his attention. His fingers brushed against it, pulling her attention down to it as well. "Why do you still wear this?" He sat back up and smirked, running his fingers across the back of her neck before unclasping the slave collar, taking it off and inspecting it with her. "You're no longer a slave." He planted a soft kiss on her neck as he let go of the reins for her and wrapped his arms around her waist instead. "You're my comfort woman now," he chuckled. "Despite being a Miao woman, I want to plant each and every one of my seeds inside your womb," he whispered into her ear as his left hand went down to squeeze her thigh and his right hand rubbed against her abdominal.

She only sat there with dull eyes, giving him no reaction as he aroused himself with her. She could feel his breath breathing against her as he couldn't keep his hands and face to himself. He rubbed his body against her, gasping lightly to the pure ecstasy of just imagining her beneath him, grasping her the inner side of her thigh and her perky bosoms. Despite his foreplay, she did nothing, she didn't even react to such pleasure, even when he pulled her robed down and ran his tongue up her back. She felt nothing.

Even the sound of her clothes being torn apart did not move her. "I want you right now," he whispered breathily into her ear.

He pushed Npaim onto her back on the bed as doors shut behind them. He quickly pounced on her. The sound of her hair ornaments chimed as they began to loosen and fall out of her hair as she stared up at the man who held her against her will. He already couldn't wait and pushed up the soft skirts of her robe and inserted himself inside her before moving. He began to tear her clothes apart more, exposing herself to him before he leaned down to taste her soft skin. He began his attempt to untie her robes that wouldn't rip open only to grunt in irritation, pushing himself in her roughly, and pulled out a small knife. He cut the ties off quickly and decided to cut up her robes open instead, laughing as he leaned down to kiss her pink lips.

He slowed down and smiled, having an idea in his head before laying the blade of the knife against Npaim's face, making her open her eyes wide at him. "There's my little butterfly." He smiled at her. "I don't like it when a woman doesn't react well when I penetrate her body." She stared in shock at him as the tip of the dagger ran down her face. "I want to hear your sweet screams escape those lips of yours." He smirked deviously as the dagger made its way to her lips. She stared at him quietly in his eyes with her light ones before surprising him. She breathed out slowly as she licked his dagger with the tip of her tongue.

She slowly sat up and pushed him down on his back, holding onto his wrist as she licked the knife with her tongue slowly and softly, keeping eye contact with him. Aroused by this, he thrust his hips up and made her cry femininely before she moved with him, whimpering in pleasure. As their tightening hearts raced together, she pulled the knife away from him and began cutting loose the ties that held his clothes together and pulled his robes apart. Her bare skin brushed across his and they both made indulgent noises of lust.

Beads of sweat began to collect on their skin as their body heated up and attempted to cool off. Not even the night breeze could help them feel less hot.

Npauj Npaim stared down at the officer, feeling tired of riding him. She could see that he's already lost all sense to the sheer pleasure they were both experiencing. And though this felt so good to her, she couldn't help but feel hatred for him more. She hated this man, she hated the Han. There was nothing more that she could feel. In between breaths, she stared and watched him before holding up the dagger and stabbing him in the heart as she continued moving on him. She listened to him scream in pain and shock and stabbed him again multiple times before he could do anything to stop her. All his cries and screams of pain sounded throughout the estate, waking up the servants and anyone else who lived there, but those noises were mistaken from screams and cries of pleasure and bliss.

He died ejaculating into her as she whimpered a little before getting off of him and his dead and bloody body. She breathed in softly to slow down her heart rate, drenched in his blood before walking away and dropping the dagger. She collected some of the clothes he kept for her and left his quarters, walking bare with a trail of bloody foot steps behind her towards the bathing area, drawing a hot bath for herself and soaking in it.

In the early morning, the head of the villagers woke up, startled to the sound of rummaging through his house. He sat up as the thief opened the bamboo and straw door and ran out before following after her. "Npauj Npaim!" The thief stopped and turned around as the cool breeze blew through her long dark locks and made her robes flutter. The sound of her name woke up villagers who were barely waking up to the dawn to prepare for work. Everyone stared at her as she only stared at them nonchalantly. She held up her silver collar before tossing it to the feet of her former father and held another one in her hand. She turned her back to the village she once called home and mounted a brown horse before riding off. "Npauj Npaim!" She didn't even look back to see that her father chased after her with her collar. She was already disowned from her clan, she had no family left, only herself.

As I rode away from what I used to call home, I looked down to the simple silver collar in my hands. This was my mother's…

Hello! So I'd thought I'd explain a few things.

Long ago, there was an oppression of Hmong people in China, they also existed during the period of the Han Dynasty and were practically slaves. A lot of them would've fled down to what is now Southeast Asia, so if any of you guys know Hmong people, they're probably, most likely, from Thailand or Laos. The Chinese term for Hmong people is Miao. To symbolize who was a slave, the Miao would wear silver collars, or silver colored collars?, to symbolize who was who's slave.

Hawj Npauj Npaim is the name of my main character and she is a Miao woman. The way to pronounce her name is "BAoh mBAI". The pitch of saying "Npauj" is high-low and "Npaim" is flat. The Hmong language is a tonal language. The meaning of "Npauj Npaim" is "butterfly". "Hawj" is her clan name, you'd actually consider this a surname. The English way of pronouncing "Hawj" is liker "Her", but softer.

If you have any more questions, please send me a message and I'll be happy to answer them to my best ability.

Remember, this is only a fanfiction. :) I'd thought I'd add other ethnicity as well. Thank you for reading.