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Subject: Xena Stories --1 of 3 (bondage, gang rape, orgy)
From: chrome@luminet1.luminet.net (Ironhead)
Date: Wed, 02 Jul 1997 20:09:51 GMT
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Xena - Pt 1 of 3 From: antonior@ccshp1.ccs.csus.edu (Reynaldo J. Antonio)
Date: 14 Apr 1996 08:08:48 GMT
Xena: Warrior Princess Part 1 of 3
This is an X-rated story based on "Xena: Warrior Princess". It takes place
between her appearance on "Hercules" and her own series. Please note that
this does not
have anything to do with plot of either show except for her character.
There are creatures and places that are borrowed from other fantasy
settings, historical
periods, and myths too numerous to name, but some readers may recognize
them, so the author hopes that they're described appealingly.
Once more, this is and X-rated fantasy story, not to be viewed by or
distributed to minors. If sexual material offends you or you are sensitive
to the subjects of
sadism, non-consensual sex (e.g. rape, coercion), humiliation, bondage, or
slavery
OR
graphic violence (this IS a warrior's story)
then please discard this article now.
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Xena could hardly believe her luck when she saw pond. She had
been traveling for four days through the foothills, trying to reach the
Camroot River. Now she had found one of its tributaries. Best of all, the
stream widened into a
stone basin that was sheltered by two large shade trees. The warrior
princess set her pack down on a low boulder and trotted to the inviting
pool of cool, clear
water. She knelt down eagerly and dipped her hands into the water, unable
to remember a time when it felt or tasted so good as she drank it down.
When her thirst was slaked, she filled her waterskin and looked around. A
grin crept to her face as she spotted a cony running back into the reeds.
Later, she
stretched out on the bank of the grotto as the sweet smell of the cooking
meat wafted into the air. Xena went over her travel plans for tomorrow as
she started her
meal.
The merchant's guild in Willow River had paid her in gold to escort an
emissary back from Dunwich, a city-state on the Berlandic coast. The
merchants were
opening trade negotiations for the first time since Dunwich had declared
war with a rival nation across the Blood Sea. Talks had been stalled when
the last two
diplomats had failed to reach Willow River.
Xena had doffed her weapons harness, although she kept them within arm's
reach. She toyed with the buckles of her armor as she stared longingly at
the pool. It had
been a week since she had left the inns of the valley, and the grime from
the trail felt detestable. This was a very nice place to stop and relax,
but she knew that any
other traveler, human or not, would reach the same conclusion. She
assuaged her doubts by placing a blade by the water's edge as she undid
the final clasp, then
plunged into the water.
She came up gasping, her nipples painfully erect from the pool's chill
embrace. She submerged again and dove to the deeper part of the basin,
skimming above the
glittering sand on the bottom. She swam to the shallow end and reclined on
the gentle slope that jutted out over a twin pool downstream. Refreshed
and fully
content, she sighed lazily and stretched her lithe form out to bask in the
summer sun.
Xena was right about the pond's attraction to weary, thirsty eyes. She
probably wasn't aware of how her naked, sensuous body added to the
appeal. The scout, a man younger than Xena by better than five years,
carefully eased the branches back into place as he circled closer to the
edge of the water. Apparently, the strange beauty was so intent on pool
that she forgot to
check his side of stream when she arrived. He had been getting ready to
move on to the next outpost along the border when he caught the scent of a
cooking fire,
followed by the splashing of a bather. Mindful of an ambush, he had made
his way back to the stream.
He had gasped aloud when he saw the flash of skin and swirl of
long hair beneath the surface of the pool. He ducked back into the woods,
recalling stories of wood nymphs, maidens of the forest who would cause
blindness in
mortal men who were so brash as to gaze upon their flawless, naked bodies.
But he had seen a pack and leather boots by the fire, and recalled that
all the eternally
young beauties in the stories were robed in gossamer gowns and fine
jewelry. Curiosity had gotten the better of him as he ventured a peek.
The girl broke the surface of the water like a graceful dolphin, her head
thrown back and dark hair streaming down her spine. He gasped again, this
time with
subdued admiration as she rose fully out of the water. The woman's face
was the beauty of the sea under a full moon. Her eyes were the same soft
blue as the open
sky above. Her skin was nut brown from her
journeys, just as his was. He noticed with astonishment that she bore
several scars over her body, and the flex of powerful muscles and the
feline grace of her movements betrayed her as a warrior. But still, even
though her hands were
not soft, he could see that her touch was as she
brushed her hair back, and her full, firm breasts and long, tapered legs
would have made Princess Esmerelda herself furious with bitter envy.
The thought of the princess snapped him away from the girl's tantalizing
image. He had no clue what this strange - and very exciting - woman was
doing here. She
could be the escort dispatched from Willow River, or she could be the one
behind the sinister disappearances that had been plaguing Dunwich. With
that grim
thought, he drew his sword and strode toward the pool.
The maiden was gone.
He whirled around in a panic. She was nowhere on the opposite
bank. He approached he pool, scanning the bottom as he made his way
downstream. The other pond! He ran to the edge of the small waterfall and
peered into the
reeds lining the bank.
He felt a powerful wrench and found himself tumbling over the edge. He
caught a glimpse of the girl, standing in the hollow of the falls, just
before he splashed into
the pond. His momentum drove him straight to the bottom, but before he
could gain his balance he was hauled clear of the water, and gazed into
blue eyes that were
slitted with anger.
Xena cursed herself for being three different kinds of fool as she pinned
the young soldier down against the rocks. She cocked her arm back, ready
to deliver a
killing strike. Before she could follow through, she noticed that the
fight had gone out of him.
"Mistress! I am a ranger of the Dunwich militia!"
She gathered two handfuls of the youth's tunic and pushed him
flat. She straddled his legs and kept his gaze locked with the menacing
fire that danced in her eyes.
"The castello advised us that an escort would be arriving from
Willow River."
Xena's guard relaxed, though she wasn't satisfied with the youth's
intentions. The boy visibly wilted with relief and from the exertion of
the brief but violent encounter.
Xena noticed that the scout was several years younger than she was. And
even though he was as covered with the road as she might have been, he was
still very
handsome. It seemed strange to her that he was still flushed and short of
breath, then she realized with a start that she didn't have stitch of
clothing on. She also
noticed something long and firm pressing between her spread legs. She
didn't have to look down to know it was his cock straining against his
trousers, which was all
that kept him from sliding into her. His cock throbbed hotly, as if it had
a mind of its own and had figured as much.
Xena climbed off of him with a furious shove. Not out of embarrassment,
since she was no stranger to men, and not out of modesty, since he must
have been
watching her for some time and there was nothing left to hide. It was
because feeling him there -- so hard, so eager, and, as she surmised with
a stolen glance at his
powerful physique, so capable of giving her a sound, almost brutal, and
very satisfying fuck -- had awakened a hunger in her that gripped at her
insides and started a
wet, tingling heat in her own loins.
"Where are the others?" Xena realized that she hadn't introduced herself
or asked the troop for his name, but she was still trying to stop the
butterflies in her
stomach.
"I came alone."
"A single troop patrolling outside Dunwich's borders during a time of war?
They told me to expect a party of ten, and report to the commander."
"I'm . . . I'm not supposed to be here, mistress."
Xena looked at him with puzzlement
"I am traveling to Calimport. I was assigned to the northern unit when I
received news that Princess Esmerelda and her entourage had been captured
while sailing
south to the Sea Princes. I 'm supposed to report to the keep at Dunwich
tomorrow."
"Why Calimport? There's no detachment there anymore. It's been an open
city for the past three years."
"Yeah, exactly. I was going there to charter a vessel. A mercenary
vessel."
"This princess means that much to you?"
"I'm a member of the house guard. I should have been there."
"But why mercenaries? Even with the war, Dunwich could dispatch ships to
the rescue."
"They want to wait for a ransom demand. But I have a feeling that they've
been captured by slavers. They aren't too big on ransoms, not when they
can find a more
worthwhile use for captives, if you know what I mean."
Xena did, and hated knowing.
"It's not only for her. My cousin Justin was Princess Esmerelda's personal
guard. He had a crush on her and would have done anything to be at her
side." The ranger
shut his eyes when he thought of what price may have finally been exacted
on his enamored kinsman.
"It should have been me out there on the sea. Justin was in love.
Esmerelda wanted him, too. But both of them knew that it could never be.
Her father reminded
them of that, and so did Justin's commanding officer. They found a way
around it, though. Since he had distinguished himself as her tutor, he
earned a rank in the
house guard. Since I had accomplished so much overseas for the war effort,
I could choose my own duties. I chose the northern defense protectorate,
naming Justin
as my replacement. Now they could spend time together away from the city
-- and her father. I was along on one of their missions to the Minros
Archipelago. I
don't think they got a wink of sleep, even though they never left the
sleeping quarters."
He smiled slyly at her and she crossed her arms, trying to hide her
swollen nipples. She had drifted into a daydream at the mention of Minros.
She had heard all
kinds of stories of the tropical paradise with lush greenery and beaches
that had sand as white as sugar. Her mercenary officers, during a drunken
feast after pillaging
a rich town, swapped fantasies of banquet halls with endless fountains of
wine and ale, steaming platters of food, and hundreds of small,
half-naked, brown-skinned
girls who had only grown faint wisps of pubic hair and would do any sexual
act for the price of asking.
There was a new swordsman who had joined her army back then. He had stolen
a few glances at her before he had launched into his particular fantasy of
the
Golden Islands. His comrades roared at his dream of having two women pour
fruit juice over him and giving him a tongue bath. The
laughter cut short when he described one of the women. He rattled off all
of Xena's obvious charms in language that was lewd and plain.
To everyone's surprise, especially Xena's, whose first reaction normally
would have been to make a cut with her sword that would render his fantasy
pointless (no
pun intended), she returned a smile that was
equally lewd and simply said, "Dream on."
Xena never admitted to anyone that she would share that dream.
She wanted to question this ranger further, but could tell his desire had
shifted from her to the other half of the rabbit on the spit.
"You're welcome to share my meal," she said. He was reaching for the meat
even before she finished. "But bathe first. I'm not in the mood to share
it with someone
who smells like a mule. Don't feel insulted. That pool's the first one
I've seen in miles. The water feels great."
He started towards the privacy of the reeds.
"Stay where I can see you."
The young man glanced at her warily. "I know what a naked boy looks like,"
she said, totally aloof. "And I want you where I can be sure you won't
sneak up on me
in the bushes again."
The ranger flushed with embarrassment, then set his jaw calmly as he
stripped.
Xena allowed a smirk as he turned away, the hot fingers of her gaze
lingering on his ass. Rank did have its privileges.
"What's your name, ranger?" she called out.
"Milan. And yours."
"Xena."
Milan's eyes widened with recognition, then he flushed as he felt his
heart quicken and his penis swell when he realized who had been pressed
naked against him.
Xena wanted to laugh, but something touched her about how he kept his gaze
even with hers, even though so many emotions were running through his body
and
mind. One thing for sure, this guy could keep his cool.
"Have something to eat, Milan. We have to get moving."
The ship with the bright yellow sails docked smoothly, barely making a
sound as it came against the pier where the sheik stood. The sheik was a
man in white robes
piped with golden thread. A single, huge diamond rested in a silver
pendant that adorned his turban. The passenger of the schooner was a an
obese middle aged man
clad in a dark caftan. His own turban was as plane as his other garb, but
on his hip rode an ornately
jeweled dagger. "Greetings, Tahir Arrani , Master of the Bandar Guild of
Assassins."
"Well met, Hafez Makhi, Lord of Corsairs," the aging hit man
returned the elaborate bow.
"You're just in time, dear friend. Raiding has gone well this
season." Makhi's pirates roamed the waters of the Blood Sea. Pickings had
been slim, with more merchants turning to Dunwich's navy and the marines
of the Sea
Princes' fleet for protection as the war dragged into its second year.
That was until Makhi's bold plan unfolded. They stood atop his
solution to their problem now. The dock was not on firm land, but perched
on the edge of a giant carapace. The cunning pirate had captured one of
the zaraten, a
race of gigantic seagoing creatures that were the size of an island and
roamed the warm waters to the south. Makhi had established a fortress on
the back of the
mammoth turtle and docked his pirate fleet in the hollows of its shell.
Arrani was one of the few people who ever knew the whereabouts of the
floating citadel. Even
if anyone could find it, they would have to sail through barrages from the
catapults and ballistae that ringed the stronghold and the face the five
hundred buccaneers
that manned them. Makhi planned to take Calimport, the city guarding the
mouth of the Camroot River, then sail his raiders up the river and deep
into the mainland.
"So, I hope it is good news, you bring my friend."
Arrani smiled grandly. "Yes. The guild will pay you with new
weapons. The blockades are much easier to run these days. And the khans to
the east have a weakness for your fair-haired wenches that lets me set my
prices
ridiculously high."
Tahir Arrani was the sheik's link to the slave markets of Bandar. Makhi
had been raiding the coastline not only for treasure and provisions to
sell to mercenaries of
the Blood Sea War, but had been earning huge sums with the sale of
captured youths. The harems and brothels of the shady port cities were
never full enough to
please their greedy proprietors.
"Come, let us dine and celebrate good business."
They went back to his palace. The marble floors and columns were a welcome
replica of the guild house where the two had started. There was a banquet
of fresh
fruits, meats, and warm bread spread out before them. As they were seated,
Makhi nodded to his eunuch guard, who ushered in the
latest spoils of the raid on the coastal cities.
Seven women, with hair like spun gold and alabaster skin, stood in a line
before the two. They were completely nude, as was the custom for the host
to display his
wives and concubines for his guests. In Makhi's case though, it was his
sales pitch to his best customer. Arrani was transfixed by the voluptuous
young slaves, who
were drugged with the resin of a bitter herb that robbed them of their
will and replaced it with animal passion. They wore the collars of
apprentice slave girls, with
their hair pulled back by silk barrettes so that the buyer could examine
their faces closely for
blemishes or signs of misuse. Makhi's personal concubines had prepared
each one, oiling and milking their skins, shaving and perfuming their
womanly charms for the
act of love.
Arrani looked to his host for approval, who smiled and nodded his assent.
He held his platter up for the slave boy. Instead of placing his dish
there, he spit his
unswallowed mouthful of food into the teen's hand and staggered to the
girl in the middle of the display. He reached out with a greasy, trembling
hand and hefted one
of her large breasts. The areolas of her tits were huge and shell pink. He
reached between her strong thighs with the other hand, running a ringed
finger between the
cleft of her plump labia. He only became aware of Makhi's voice when the
eunuch guard pressed a scimitar under his chin.
"I said," Makhi intoned with renewed patience, now that he had the
assassin's attention once more, "that that one is for final sale only. She
is the daughter of a noble,
so her hands and feet are not toughened from labor."
"I'll buy her right now!" the trembling guild master said as he reached
for his pouch. "Afraid not, old friend," Makhi said benevolently. "The
padishah has made an
offer already."
"I'll offer double whatever he did."
"The weapons shipment?"
Arrani balked at the thought He had bought entire barges full of slave
women for half that price. But his eyes rested on the maiden, who had slid
down to the furs
that were conveniently placed in the center of the audience hall. Her eyes
were almond shaped, like the elves of the Freehold woodlands, her lips
full and parted
moistly as she wrapped her arms round his knees. He had no chance to
resist.
"Done."
Makhi cackled delightedly and beckoned to three of the women for himself.
Princess Esmerelda was only faintly aware of the man's hands on her
breasts as he sucked each one of her nipples. As if in betrayal to her own
body, they hardened
underneath the bearded mouth. She seemed to view her own rape as if she
were watching it from her bedroom window in Dunwich Keep. The voice that
whispered
into the old man's ear, telling how good his lips felt, was that of a
waterfront whore trying to please a wealthy customer. The tongue that
trailed down the side of his
neck, tasting his salty sweat and the heat of his desire, belonged to a
woman who had been deprived of a man's pleasure for long years. She
watched the fat, hairy
man press his engorged penis against her smooth thigh, the heat of it was
urgent and barely containing his seed. The strange woman captured his head
between her
hands, began to suck on his outstretched tongue like it was a ripe plum,
tasting the flavor of the morsel he had just eaten.
Arrani rolled his eyes with lust as the harem girl softly kneaded his
scrotum and blew a sweet puff of breath into his open mouth. She swung her
long, powerful legs
over him and swallowed his drooling cock. He licked at the glistening,
quivering folds of her pussy, mouthing the tender insides of her thighs
and slipping the tip of his
tongue experimentally into the pink pucker of her ass. Esmerelda moaned
and stroked his cock firmly as he snaked his tongue farther in. She
crawled forward on all
fours, her legs spread wide as she looked over her shoulder at him.
The master assassin stroked his cock with anticipation as he stared at the
dripping pussy. He glanced up at the other girls, who were rubbing their
crotches as they
watched their companion work on their guest. He motioned to one, a
youngster who had just crossed into womanhood, to kneel in front of him.
She knelt and
wrapped her arms around his waist, looking at Esmerelda and licking her
lips with longing. Arrani commanded Esmerelda to play with herself, then
pulled the
teenager's head to his waiting shaft.
Esmerelda leaned against a pillowed couch, the fingers of both her hands
plunged into her pussy and anus as she watched the girl fellate the
leering man. A drop of
saliva drooled out the side of his mouth as he huffed with the girl's
exquisite rhythm, and the young harem wench stretched her tongue out to
catch it before she
returned to her oral labors.
Arrani pulled her head away and motioned for her to lay with her head
between Esmerelda's knees. He put a hand around Esmerelda's waist, his
belly pressed
against her smooth back. The slave girl stroked his cock as she flicked
her tongue across Esmerelda's clit. She gave Arrani's cock an appreciative
suck before she
guided it into Esmerelda's wet vagina.
Arrani let out a hooting groan as he sank his cock into her.
Esmerelda looked into his eyes, ran her tongue across her teeth with
unrepentant lust as she wriggled her hips and met his thrusts. The old man
couldn't keep the
pace long, and after a dozen thrusts he bucked twice as he sprayed his
semen inside of her. As he pulled out, the slave girl licked the seed from
Esmerelda's shaven
pussy lips. Eager to feel the master's thrusts for herself, she wiped the
spent juices from inside Esmerelda's pussy and smeared it between the
cheeks of her own ass,
slipping two fingers inside her rectum, then knelt prostrate before her
master. The assassin found himself gripped with lust greater than anything
he felt before as he
eyed the small girl's waiting pucker. He spit on his cock to lubricate
himself
and pressed the head of his shaft into her waiting ass. He was probably
too big and she was not loose enough, but the harem girl's lust would not
be denied. She
pressed back with the strength of her supple body and he penetrated her
sphincter with a lunge that caused him to bite down on his lip. The girl
screamed and
rubbed her clit furiously as she pumped on his fat cock. Esmerelda was
kissing the assassin deeply, her hand at work between her legs, too.
Arrani shouted out with
release as his seed spurted into the girls bowels. The three of them
collapsed back onto the furs and lay panting from their carnal exertions.
The other harem girls
soothed them with gentle massages and cool washcloths as they waited for
their turn with the master.
Xena and Milan had reached border by nightfall the next day. He had hidden
his uniform beneath a set of flat black garments. They were on the
oceanside cliffs, with
Calimport one day away. From there they could enlist a mercenary crew and
start hunting the marauders. Xena looked from the edge of the cliff to the
lights of
Calimport. She was delaying her mission greatly, but she had an especially
bitter hatred of the slave traders in the east. If Dunwich lost its arms
deal with the Willow
River merchants, she knew where to buy more, and she'd have the money to
get them herself! Milan stretched out on the blanket. They wouldn't risk a
fire, but with
the full moon they wouldn't need any light. Xena came down from the
promontory, taking off her cloak and sitting next to him. He could feel
her warmth and heard
her sigh as she lay back against the tree. He got up
promptly.
Xena walked over to where he stood. She touched him softly on the
shoulder, felt him tense up.
"Was it something I said?" she said with more of a sarcastic edge than she
intended.
"You're a woman."
"Congratulations, professor, you've figured that one out. What do you mean
, 'You're a woman?'"
"The hair, the breasts, the soft skin, that's what I mean!"
Xena was speechless. She had been expecting some sort of confession of
male ego, like the ones she had heard from so many men who fretted at
having a woman
at their side in combat. Not this time.
"Ever since I could walk, I've done it with sword or lance in my hand.
Justin was right when he teased me about being slave to a mistress called
war. I was once a
favorite of the princess, you know? I staved off her advances politely but
officiously, talking about duty and the king's trust, and all that. The
truth was I was scared -
scared of her charm and scared of how helpless I was starting to feel. At
least Justin had the courage to try."
"A lot of men I've met would rather charge a phalanx of angry knights than
admit their feelings for a woman," she said amiably. "Sad, but there's no
shame there.
And, yes there is more to a warrior's life than battle. There are some
thrills that don't sing with the clashing of steel. There are some
passions that aren't borne of fury,
some lusts that aren't for blood. And now you want to know them."
"I know what I'm missing," he said, flustered, mistaking the
meaning of her padded words. "That's what makes it so painful."
Xena stood before him, resting her hands on his shoulders and looking up,
deeply into his eyes.
"Among the Sujel tribes there's a custom. They never marry, but before
they go off to war, they hold a ceremony where they each choose a mate.
They make love,
and ride to battle with the next day. The Sujel are warrior tribes, both
men and women, and not many reach old age. But those that survive are
always carrying life
forward off the battlefield.." She bit her lower lip and hoped that he
liked what he had seen enough to take her offer.
"Are you uncomfortable with me?" Xena wanted to know.
"No," he answered.
"Are you uncomfortable that I'm more experienced?"
"Not at all."
"Good. I want to share with you everything I know." Milan looked at her.
He kissed her softly. It was a sweet kiss, a kiss to dream on. The next
kiss was a little
more than a sweet one, and the next was something else. He heard faint
pings as she undid the straps of his armor, and he worked to free her of
hers.
They stood before each other naked now. She wrapped her arms around his
neck and her body fit perfectly against his, as if she had lived just for
this moment, had
been waiting and hungering for him all her life. His touch roamed over the
silky skin of her back, her ass, and her supple thighs. He felt her lips
part slightly, and the
tip of her tongue brushed across his lips. He did the same and probed
farther to meet hers in her mouth. Her tongue was a playful thing,
slipping and wrestling with
his. The soft strokes of hers seemed to promise what was to come.
She smiled warmly at him as they eased down to the blanket. They knelt
opposite each other, content to stare with silent but unabashed
admiration. Milan thought as
he looked at her that even though she was older and was a warrior, her
face was that of a child now - soft, full of wonder, radiant. Xena eased
him onto his back.
She knelt between his legs, with her hands resting at the tops of his
feet. She slowly ran her hands up and down, up and down his legs. She took
his cock in one
hand and very gently cupped his balls in the other.
She gave his shaft a gentle squeeze and caressed it lightly with the tips
of her fingers. Milan shut his eyes and let waves of pleasure roll over
him. She kissed him
softly, and kissed his chest his stomach, dipping her tongue into his
navel. She felt him begin to arch, recognized the language of his body.
She stopped and squeezed
his cock firmly. "No, no, not yet," she cooed, "There's more. There's so
much more."
Milan let out a soft cry as her tongue ran along the underside of his
cock. Her lips closed over the head and she sucked softly. She looked up
at him as she slid it
deeper into her mouth. She pulled her upper lip down over the top of it
and flattened her tongue along the bottom. She bobbed her head up and
down, adding wet,
wilting suction as she ran her hand over his chest and stomach. Milan felt
his hands and feet, then his arms and legs start to go numb, all sense
abandoning him except
for the soft, moist grip of Xena's mouth and the licks of her tongue. Xena
watched his face and felt the grip of his hand, until she found his rhythm
and kept at it. She
decided not to tease him. She wanted to give him a climax that he would
remember for the rest of his life, and knew that taking the edge off his
lust would help him
last longer when she finally gripped his cock in her pussy, which was
already swollen and hot with anticipation.
She thrilled inwardly as she felt him flex and snap like puppet with its
strings cut. His sperm squirted into her mouth in a long, thick, scalding
streams, coating the roof
of her mouth. It was so thick it was almost like paste, and she couldn't
swallow much. She could see the lust in his eyes when he saw his seed
trickling out the side of
her mouth, so she shamelessly let it flow between her lips and down her
chin. She gathered his cum with her fingertips then licked them clean,
then licked up the
semen that remained on his cock, all the while keeping her smoky,
passionate gaze locked with his.
He pulled her up and kissed her deeply. He rolled her on her back and
gripped her knees, pulling them up and open. He left a trail of wet kisses
from her ankles, to
her knees, and inside her thighs, stopping shy of her flushed, puffy lips.
Milan ran the tips of his fingers gently between them, pleasure of his own
filling him as her
moans and sighs drifted to him. He slid his middle finger deep inside her,
rubbing her clitoris lightly with this thumb. Her breath came in excited
gasps, her head rolled
back and forth as he sucked one of her large, pink nipples as he worked
his hand faster.
Xena grinned with triumph, her eyes squeezed shut with ecstasy as Milan
ran his tongue between the lips of her pussy. He took long licks that
started at the bottom
of her pussy and ended at her navel. He pulled the fleshy outer lips
between his, sucking and licking with the wettest of
intimate kisses.
"What kind of novice are you, young Milan? I've -- ohhhhhh -- never
experienced a man who was as good with his mouth as he was when
he had talked me into bed!"
"Justin and I traded notes. I told him how to make the house guard and win
the princess's favor, and he told me how to please women. I used to dream
of this at
night as I slept alone."
"Mmmmm. Even Hercules, as strong yet gentle as he was, couldn't make me
feel like this. Ahhhhh! Right there, Milan. Ohhhhh yesssss!"
Milan felt a flush of pride to be compared so with Hercules. He rolled his
tongue and cradled her engorged clitoris with it. It was Xena's turn to
thrash helplessly as
he sucked gently. He squeezed her breasts, stroking her nipples between
his fingers. Her teeth clenched and head
arched back as a string of explosions ripped through her brain and burned
her loins.
Milan climbed up and kissed her deeply, letting the warrior princess taste
her own dark, hot juices. Xena grabbed his ass and stroked the young
stud's cock with
satisfaction. It slid powerfully through her fingers as he groaned his
eagerness to her. He was ready, and she knew he would feel well rewarded
when he felt, with his
cock, how hot and swollen her pussy was from his attention. She pulled him
between her legs and scissored them into the small of his back. They
kissed deeply,
teasing each other with twists of their hips and squeezing each other's
ass possessively. Soon they couldn't stand it any longer and worked their
loins together. Milan
felt the goose-egg head of his cock nudge the wet lips of her pussy open.
He pushed his hips forward
firmly. Xena's pussy seemed tighter than he thought it should, and he was
afraid of hurting her. Xena drew a sharp breath as her pussy stretched
around him. She
looked up into his eyes when she felt him pause. She gave him a strange,
weak smile and nodded. She stifled a moan as he finished his stroke, which
caused a
burning, stabbing sensation deep within her as he reached her limit and
couldn't fit in any farther. Her eyes flew open and her face filled with
animal hunger as he
pulled out and thrust into her again.
Milan had never felt anything like this in his life. It was like he was
part of her, at her very core, and the daggers of pleasure that shot
through him as the lips of her
pussy slid down to the base of his cock were lancing into her as well.
Inside she was very warm, and the walls of her vagina were so slippery but
at the same time
clinging to the skin of his cock wonderfully. He saw the muscles of her
stomach dance and flinched slightly as her nails raked his back. He thrust
faster and her hands
locked on his hips as powerful jolts racked her body. She seemed to go
weak for few moments, then she wrestled him onto his back and squatted
astride him..
"Was this what you were dreaming of when we met?" she purred,
sliding lazily along him. She crushed herself against him and clamped her
mouth over his, her tongue invading his mouth ravenously. As their
sweat-slicked bodies slid
over each other, Milan could feel Xena's hard, hot
nipples poking into his chest as if they wanted to penetrate him. Their
gasps and moans mixed together as they felt an immense wave of lust and
pleasure build inside.
They locked together and felt the world go into a spin as his cum surged
into her womb. They writhed as if they were impaled on the
same spear of intense pleasure. Their breaths were like blast furnaces
against each other's skin as they shared a few more strokes, wincing with
the unbearably
delicious friction. "Sleep, my warrior," she whispered as she felt the
warm, soft blanket of slumber wrap around them. "The battle awaits us."
======== Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: repost: Xena - Pt 2 of 3
From: antonior@ccshp1.ccs.csus.edu (Reynaldo J. Antonio) Date: 14 Apr 1996
08:09:51 GMT
Xena: Warrior Princess Part 2 of 3
This is an X-rated story based on "Xena: Warrior Princess". It takes place
between her appearance on "Hercules" and her own series. Please note that
this does not
have anything to do with plot of either show except for her character.
There are creatures and places that are borrowed from other fantasy
settings, historical
periods, and myths too numerous to name, but some readers may recognize
them, so the author hopes that they're described appealingly.
Once more, this is and X-rated fantasy story, not to be viewed by or
distributed to minors. If sexual material offends you or you are sensitive
to the subjects of
sadism, non-consensual sex (e.g. rape, coercion), humiliation, bondage, or
slavery
OR
graphic violence (this IS a warrior's story)
then please discard this article now.
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The mercenary ship docked just after dawn in the bustling seaport of
Bandar. Though the city itself was just waking and opening another
business day, activity on the dock went on at all hours. The vessel docked
across from two heavily laden cargo ships hauling textiles from the far
east. Long trains of
dock workers grunted under the heavy bundles as foremen
cursed about schedules and lost wages. The two warriors were barely
visible in the crush of humans and demi-humans that were scrambling
frantically between the
docked vessels and the rows of warehouses that separated the shore from
the market area.
"By the gods, I've never been in a place so confusing! And the smell!"
Milan urged Xena to get them far away from a fishmonger's cart that had
collided with one
carrying pickled animal parts. The shouts were coming loud and furious in
two different languages. Xena ignored Milan's queasy voice as she scanned
the piers. She
found the yellow sails that marked the slave ships, which were docked at
the southernmost pier. As they neared the end of the pier, the crown
thinned out. Xena
dragged Milan into a side alley that doubled as an open sewer.
"The ones in the red turbans and black pants are the harbor patrol. Avoid
them at all costs. Most of them are drawing pay from the Assassin's Guild.
Also stay clear
of the ones wearing bright yellow, those are the slavers."
They picked their way to the adjacent street, which was crowded with spice
vendors. The curving route led them to the market yard. It was several
acres wide and
jammed with stalls and carts bearing goods from all corners of the world.
The air was thick with smoke from cooking fires and smoking dens as well
as flies
attracted by food and animal droppings.
"There," Xena nodded to a row of long buildings with high windows. "Those
are the slave pens. We have to enter near the far side to be close to the
slave girls'
market."
The auction yard was a covered area several hundred feet wide. The area in
front of the pen for women awaiting auction was crowded with shouting and
whistling
men. Xena abandoned any thought of getting close right now. They could
wait until the first round of bidding ended. By then the first wave of
girls bound for the
brothels would be leaving, with a surge of eager customers behind it.
Xena did stroll past the opposite end of the auction stand, where
last-minute inspections and subsequent haggling was taking place. New
owners were vigorously wiping off makeup used to conceal scars and
blemishes or probing and sniffing genitals for disease, while the
wholesalers dutifully feigned
surprise. Milan gaped as he stared at a roped off area where a masked stud
was systematically deflowering a line of women, since, by law, virgins
could not be sold
for prostitution. Here and there, a bidder whispered to a guard and passed
a handful of coins while a cohort discretely escorted a girl out of line.
"Why buy when you can just borrow, sweetmeat?" Milan turned to his side to
see a woman in dark robes. She pulled aside the hem to reveal one of her
long legs
and her dusky bush. She opened her robe farther and revealed bare breasts
the size of melons. "Only a day's wage, and you don't have to take care of
me
afterwards."
She pressed her case by running her hands up his legs as she grinned
lasciviously. She gave him a playful squeeze and whispered an offer in his
ear. Xena's hand shot
between them and drew the working prostitute into a swift backhand slap.
The harlot fell heavily on her ass, dropping Milan's coin pouch on impact.
She glared at
Xena, then bolted off.
"If I remember correctly, you told me the princess was a blonde."
"Just admiring the scenery, mistress." Milan protested.
"Give me a break, ranger. She had a harelip."
Xena's lying, Milan thought. Even she wasn't looking at her face.
"The princess and her handmaidens are nowhere around here. Small wonder.
What do we do next?" Milan asked.
"It looks like I get to visit some old acquaintances," she said. The
expression on her face told that the experience would be less than
pleasant.
"Welcome back, Warrior Princess," greeted the man in rich, midnight blue
robes. He wore his dark hair long and had a short goatee. A ring of gold
adorned his nose
and an elaborate pendant fastened his cloak. "How long has it been, one
month, two . . .?"
"Four years, Senguro," Xena scowled at two bodyguards that towered over
her. They smiled warmly and fingered the hilts of their scimitars.
"That long, eh? Where does the time go? I hope you've come back to take me
up on my dinner invitation."
"Not this time, Soft-Hand," Xena softened her face and smiled, but her
hand was casually resting on her hip now, near the stiletto. "I came to
ask about the slavers
who are selling western women."
"Such information is hard to come by, mistress," Senguro was loosing
interest already. "What makes you think I know anything about it?"
"A gold ring with an bloodstone lozenge set in it. The mark of a prime
charter master for the Assassin's Guild."
Senguro dropped all cordiality and his thugs promptly gripped the hilts of
their weapons. "Who do not brook invasions of their affairs! I could kill
you now, Xena,
and no one would say a word about it!"
"No, you couldn't, Senguro, because you're the last person who
can afford to call the attention of the Guild Master upon himself. How
much have you been holding back this year, Soft- Hand? Three percent? Ten
percent?"
"I would never cross the Guild! No one who's smart ever does!"
"And I'm the padishah's daughter!" Xena grinned mockingly.
Senguro waved his guards to stand easy. "You're going to be the end of me,
Xena. All this, for a few lousy moments in North Haven."
"Most men would kill for that chance, Soft-Hand. Some have,"
Xena huffed, but they both knew it wasn't an idle boast.
"I know," Senguro said pleasantly. "So what is it you require? The name
attached to a poisoned blade? A head to ease a grieving widow's heart?"
"A girl, Senguro. A Dunwich maiden with hair like gold and elfish eyes.
She probably was here within the last few days."
"The Guild Master left two days ago for the open sea. He sails back here
through the Spindrift Isles, then departs for the east at the new moon."
"You're sure of this?"
"Have I ever told you wrong? I didn't think so. I accept your apology,
milady, and you can join me for that dinner to express your gratitude."
"Looks like we part on bad terms again, Senguro. You'll have to stick to
whatever nobleman's daughter you're sleeping with these days."
"Not the same, I'm afraid," he grinned as he faded into the shadow.
"Don't tell me that he. . ." Milan said with a trifle of jealousy.
"You believe everything you hear, Milan. That's your problem."
"Can we trust him?"
"No, but he hates the Guild more than anything else. It was his worst
mistake, and there's no way out once you've stepped in. He never could
think ahead very far."
The mercenary vessel, the Nightshade, made good time through the Straits
of Colchos and headed for the open sea. They could make Spindrift Sound by
nightfall of
the following day, just in time to catch the Guild slaver as she navigated
the reefs around the islands. The assassins would have to hug the outward
side of the reef
since the beasts prowling the open water were too dangerous and the Duke
of Karmanka had a fleet guarding
the shoreline.
They had just sighted the islands when the sun seemed to fade from the
sky. Everyone was struck with horror by the sinister pall of fog that was
rolling across the
islands, and soon its tendrils floated towards the ship.
"Avast!" bellowed Captain Morgantheau, a veteran of seven wars
on the Blood Sea and retainer to the Dunwich navy. "Lookouts on the bow!
Watch for reefs!" A lot of good that would do. By the time shallow water
was spotted,
they'd be on top of the reef.
"What kind of fog is this, Captain?" Milan's teeth chattered as the mist
closed around the ship. The temperature had dropped severely.
"Devil's fog, boy," he spat into the steam rising off the water. "These
parts never see mist during the day."
"Sorcery," Xena agreed. She shrugged her cloak aside, heedless of the fog,
her blades standing ready. They all noticed the island at the same time.
At first, they
thought they had been caught by some land-bound current, but a glance
convinced them that they were holding their course. The island was bearing
down on them,
pushing a wall of water several yards high. The crew cried out in dismay
as a huge boulder crested near them, which split open to reveal a
cavernous maw that
carried the reek of centuries from all the oceans of the world. The
Nightshade was broken in half, pieces of her hull swirling in the
monstrous wave. Xena looked on
in horror as Milan was tossed into the air by the heaving deck and plowed
under the
waves.
"Get to the forecastle, mistress!" Captain Morgantheau shoved
Xena up the ladder to the front of the ship. She had just grabbed the rail
for support when the deck collapsed under Morgantheau's feet. He soon
joined the rest of
the hapless crew in the monstrous hydraulics that sucked the broken ship
down.
Xena found a handhold on the lip of the zaraten's barnacle encrusted jaws,
her feet skidding along the water that surged past her. She felt a rough,
cold hand seize
her around the wrist and haul her clear. She was carried to the top of the
crag and cast down at the feet of a band of buccaneers.
"Behold - Xena: Warrior Princess," scoffed Hafez Makhi. His grin was the
last thing she saw before the butt of a spear put the lights out.
Xena was bound at the wrists and elbows with her legs in hobbles. The
guards took either elbow and ushered her up the trail and into the gates
of the citadel. The
little procession drew the attention of dozens of pirates manning the
trebuchets and battlements.
"Hey, look! It's feared warlord woman herself!"
"Looks more like fresh fish to me!"
"Hey, I want that bitch in my bunk tonight!"
"You can have her! Crazy slut will probably bust you in half!"
"She won't be so tough with three or four of us pinning her down!"
"I don't want her after YOU, Drago!"
"Hey, show us a little more skin, sweet cheeks!" The rogues crowded around
the trail, wiggling tongues and grabbing crotches suggestively. The guards
shouldered
through them to the doors of the Guild House. They climbed a set of stairs
that opened into the audience hall. Makhi was waiting there with Tahir
Arrani. Several
scantily clad blonde women sat among a pile of furs in the middle of the
room. One of them matched Milan's description of his princess.
"Take her to the harem and treat her with the potion. She'll be the new
centerpiece of my collection."
Xena went wild with outrage. Her lunge at the grinning pirate was aborted
by the guards holding her chains.
"On second thought," said Makhi, "Entertain her in the lower chambers for
a while. Do whatever you want, as long as you leave no scars. But I want
her tamed."
Xena shouted with feral intensity, then the lights went out again as the
guards subdued her.
Xena woke up with the feeling of something suffocating her. She had a
panic filled moment before she realized that she could still breathe
through her nostrils.
Gagged, she thought, and blindfolded too. Her forearms and calves were
bound in tight sleeves and a belt circled her waist. They were chained so
she was spread
eagle and hanging in the harness. She could tell by the draught on her
skin that she was otherwise nude.
"Looks like she's coming around." The voice and the footsteps
came closer. A hand carefully pulled her blindfold up to rest on her
forehead. It belonged to a Nordic man in his early forties, body lean and
hardened from combat.
His grin, full of sharpened, silver teeth, identified him as Rostov, Hafez
Makhi's prime assassin. "This is called the Spider, Xena. Our interrogator
uses this as the
pedestal of his art. You probably remember that his art is something that
most of us do not have the stomach to witness." Rostov picked up a thick,
wickedly curved
hook from the table, letting Xena watch the light from a brazier full of
glowing coals glint off it. He snorted and returned it to its stand. "No,
we've got other ideas. A
lot more fun, although someone's got to serve as the entertainment. Of
course, we've picked you."
Five pirates barged through the entryway, cursing and snickering, tankards
of ale spilling carelessly. They cheered when they saw the naked woman
hanging in the
middle of the torture chamber.
"Hold up, boys, let's make her comfortable now, " Rostov released a lever
and pulled a set of pulleys, tilting the cruciform that held the harness
forward. Xena
watched the six men as they stripped down. Their hairy legs came into
view, then they stepped close enough so she could see them hefting and
stroking their penes
into hardness, like weapons being brandished before the onslaught. Rostov
was the first to touch her. He slicked a finger with his saliva, then
rubbed it lightly on
Xena's nipples, which hardened with the sudden chill. The men grunted and
whistled approvingly.
Rostov rubbed his cock on her face. He grabbed a handful of her dark hair,
pulling her head back forcefully as he pressed his cock against her
breasts. He grinned
with satisfaction at the loathing and terror in her bright blue eyes. The
others stepped forward and replaced him now, running their coarse hands
over the soft skin of
her body. One was below her with his face buried in her tits, sucking and
chewing on her nipples. Two of them were fondling her ass while they
pumped their
inflamed rods up against her thighs, while one was lapping at her cunt as
he jerked himself off.
The huge black corsair with scars across his face was the one with first
bid at Xena's pussy. One of the others handed him a tray holding a cake of
grease. He
smeared it along the length of his huge tool, eyeing the patch between
Xena's legs licentiously and licking his lips. He smeared another handful
of the lubricant over
the lips of her pussy, working two of his fingers inside her. He kept the
lips parted with his fingers as he steered the dark purple head of his
cock into her.
He groaned as he shoved his hips forward. His face was knotted with
pleasure as he twirled and rocked his hips, wrenching his cock around
inside her. One of the
others had greased her chest up and was fucking his cock between her
breasts. The black man came first, roaring at the top of his lungs as he
emptied his testicles.
The other squeezed her tits together tightly as he shot his load there.
The next one moved eagerly between her legs, ramming his cock in and
pumping her with short,
dog-like strokes. They took turns at her pussy until their cum had
trickled from her lips and made a puddle on the stone floor. Rostov stood
back and watched the
five thugs use her lavish body, his eyes wide with glee as he worked his
inches. He only came forward when he was ready to pop. He grabbed her hair
and held her
head still as he rubbed the head of his cock on her cheeks and around her
lips. He snorted with satisfaction and growled as he squirted his cum on
her face and in
her hair. The prime assassin gauged the time, decided to give the men
another half hour before he would call in the concubines to clean up and
drug her for the
master.
The floating citadel made its way east. The zaraten's massive limbs
propelled it along at thirty knots, closing the distance inexorably with
Calimport. When it stopped,
the pirate crew set to a group of giant cogwheels. Groaning and swearing
mightily, they turned the wheels until the piers were deployed from the
recesses in the
zaraten's shell. They went to work arming the frigates that would ravage
the city and the coastline for miles. It was easy among the hustle and
confusion for Milan to
emerge from his hiding place and start climbing.
The ranger had been sucked into the giant turtle's wake when he hit the
water. Realizing he had only seconds to escape watery death, he caught
hold on the timbers
of the folded pier and lashed himself to it with his pack harness. He rode
along for the last four hours, until the creature slowed and the pirates'
frenzied activity made
his ascent possible. He ducked through the jungle and made his way to the
guild house. The servants loading fresh supplies had left the side gates
open and he
rushed into the house in a swirl of black robes.
He was overcome with rage when he found the cell holding Xena.
The heroine was stripped naked and lashed to a bizarre device. He
overheard the groans and crude cheers of the five brutes who were standing
around the weird
rack, groping at her while she hung in a leather harness and one fucked
her. Xena's brow was covered with sweat, her eyes squeezed
shut. Her face was flushed as she tried to breathe around the leather gag
in her mouth.
He pulled back into the shadows, taking two heavy throwing spikes from
beneath his robes. He pushed the door open and confirmed that there were
six targets in
the room. They had not noticed him, too caught up in their lust as they
waited another turn inside the woman's silky womb.
He struck the ones waiting at the sides first. The spikes entered their
throats, driving them to their knees as they fought for air. The man
between her legs was next.
The deadly ranger pulled two leaf-bladed daggers from their sheaths and
plunged them up under the man's ribs. The corsair vomited blood as the
blades pierced his
diaphragm and tore his lungs open. The other two, still exhausted from
their penetrations, died before they could gain their feet when Milan cast
the two daggers at
them. One was killed instantly as it pierced his eye and lodged in his
brain. The other clawed weakly at the cruel knife lodged in his neck as
his lifeblood spurted
from a torn carotid artery.
Milan used the body of the rapist as a shield when Rostov fired a small
crossbow at him. He cast the body aside and leapt at the assassin. He
bowled the older man
over and grappled with him fiercely. Milan was a bit bigger, but Rostov
was a veteran of hundreds of hand to hand battles. He broke Milan's
chokehold when he
shoved a palm under his chin, forcing his head back. The assassin had
worked a dirk free from his robes and stabbed, but Milan easily caught and
held his arm. He
shoved Rostov's hand into the smoldering brazier. The assassin screamed as
smoke and the smell of roasting pork filled the air. Milan finally sent
him down with a fist
to the back of the neck.
He retrieved his spikes and daggers, then released the bindings around
Xena's arms and legs. She collapsed into his arms and he pulled the gag
out of her mouth.
Xena gasped gratefully and clung to his shoulder for support. "Milan," she
whispered as he put his arms around her. He took
water from a pitcher on the table and washed her face. Looking around, he
found a cloth to dry her off with, as well as her clothes and armor. She
pressed her face
into his shoulder and clung to him. Milan held her gently and reassuringly
as her horror passed. With a deep breath, she composed herself and took
the armor. They
noticed Rostov stirring in the shadows.
"He's still alive," Milan said, slightly surprised.
"Not for long," Xena said, the steel back in her. She hefted a fallen
scimitar menacingly and stalked toward the wounded assassin.
"Wait," Rostov croaked, "Don't kill me. . ."
"Tell me what Makhi has planned."
"Spare me and I'll tell you," he gasped as he clutched his seared hand in
pain.
"Start talking, you bastard."
"He planned to have you drugged and taken into his harem. He was going to
put on a show tonight to show you off as his latest conquest and
acquisition to other
masters of the Assassins Guild." The assassin spit out three of his silver
teeth and continued. "They're celebrating before they overrun Calimport.
I'm supposed to
pick a lieutenant to put on a show with you after their feast. Please, let
me go now!"
Xena's expression hardened as her grip tightened on the scimitar.
"No! You promised!"
"I did not," she said calmly as she rammed the blade through his heart,
closing the shifty eyes forever.
"Help me hide these carcasses," she said as she tossed Milan the black
pirate's uniform. "Then put this on."
"What for?"
"We have a dinner date to get ready for."
Xena duplicated the drowsy stare that she had seen on the faces of the
harem girls. Milan held her by the elbow as they walked into the bath
house used by the
concubines. Three of them were waiting there, stripped to the waist as
they prepared a bath for the two new arrivals.
"Rostov said to come here to get ready," Milan said, trying to act
officious to cover his arousal by the three exquisitely beautiful and
voluptuous concubines. One
who appeared to be the leader nodded and they removed their skirts and
jewelry. Two of them took Milan's hands while the leader took Xena's. They
led them to
the marble steps of the bathing pool and proceeded to strip them.
They sat the couple side by side and one poured a pitcher of warm water
over their heads. Xena was grateful as the water rinsed away the crawling
sensations of the
brutes' hands and their abominable seed. The girls lathered their bodies
with soft sponges and massaged perfumed suds into their scalps. The leader
was busy at
work with a small razor as she denuded Xena's loins.
"The master likes to observe the small details," she offered in
explanation. Xena nodded, then cast a dark glance at the girl who was
grooming Milan and taking the privilege of caressing and licking his fully
erect cock. The ranger, shrugged, as if to say, "Hey, this was your idea"
and lay back as the
girl started to scrape his pubic hair away.
They were rinsed off and led to a pair of padded tables. The girls poured
a sweetly spiced oil onto their backs, then rubbed handfuls of it into
their own skins. They
climbed onto the large tables, next to their guests. The leader straddled
Xena's back and rubbed her shoulders. Across from them, one used her ample
breasts to
rub the oil into Milan's back. He had to admit, even though they were
facing a battle where they were hopelessly outnumbered, he was having a
great time. And even
though Makhi was a pig, he sure could pick the most delectable women.
They turned them over and finished the rubdown, then led them to the harem
room where a dozen other concubines lounged and slept as they waited for
the couple.
"The master wants us to warm you up for your performance. But, it seems
that the pleasure is ours, for once," The girls smiled appreciatively and
with enthusiasm as
the two hard-bodied warriors were led into the middle of a sea of pillows
and scented bodies.
Delicate hands with painted nails reached out and stroked, caressed,
teased them. They were joined by soft, warm tongues. Two of them had Milan
on his back and
took turns licking and sucking his cock as a third offered her pussy to
his mouth. A girl with short, raven-black was kneeling between Xena's
legs, brushing the
insides of her thighs and her labia with a long feather. Two blondes
massaged her breasts while another kissed her tenderly. The other girls
caressed the engaged
partners or paired off themselves until they could trade places.
Milan couldn't see Esmerelda around the chamber, but was sure
she would be there tonight. He started to formulate plans but his
concentration was broken when a wench with a long mane of red hair kissed
him lightly.
"If you think you'll have enough strength for tonight," she asked
demurely, "I was hoping that you would let me please you for a while."
Milan nodded, feeling quite overwhelmed. The girl kissed him thankfully
and straddled him, taking him inside of her with a practiced thrust of her
hips. Her vagina
seemed to grab him greedily, then gave his cock an affectionate squeeze.
She cooed and whispered to him. "The master likes this with me more than
the others. This
is my specialty. Lay back and let me do the work. I swear you won't be
disappointed."
Xena had been similarly distracted when the brunette rubbed the tip of her
nose and tongue over her clit. Xena decided to abandon the strategy for
now and kissed
the blonde back hungrily. The harem wench whispered into Xena's ear and
got a nod of agreement. They arranged themselves on their sides, their
faces to each
other's crotch. The blonde began, kissing and licking Xena's slick pussy
as she squeezed her ass. Xena plunged two fingers in and out of the girl's
cunt, teasing her
clit with her tongue. She paused to look over at Milan, who was hanging
onto the table precariously as the red-headed girl rode him through wave
after wave of
orgasms. Xena winked at him and worked on her own girl.
When the harem girls had sated themselves, Milan and Xena crawled to a far
corner of the bed and nestled down in a mound of pillows. The concubines
took it as a
gesture that the lieutenant wanted time with Xena for himself, so they
left them alone.
"I think I've found a way to spoil their party tonight," Xena whispered.
"The guards will be light since most of the pirates will be preparing for
the raid on Calimport."
"Yes. We should be able to escape with the princess quite easily if we can
prevent an alarm from sounding."
"I intend to do more than that," Xena said ominously. "Are you ready,
young ranger?"
"As I'll ever be. Traveling with you, a man has to be ready for anything,
it seems."
"You can't say it's been boring," she said. Despite the grim
circumstances, she felt the flame of desire flare in her and she squeezed
his cock playfully. She felt a rush
of pride as his drained organ writhed and hardened in response. They
embraced and kissed passionately, observing the Sujel custom once more as
the harem girls
watched them dreamily.
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From: antonior@ccshp1.ccs.csus.edu (Reynaldo J. Antonio) Date: 14 Apr 1996
08:10:56 GMT
Xena: Warrior Princess Part 3 of 3
This is an X-rated story based on "Xena: Warrior Princess". It takes place
between her appearance on "Hercules" and her own series. Please note that
this does not
have anything to do with plot of either show except for her character.
There are creatures and places that are borrowed from other fantasy
settings, historical
periods, and myths too numerous to name, but some readers may recognize
them, so the author hopes that they're described appealingly.
Once more, this is an X-rated fantasy story, not to be viewed by or
distributed to minors. If sexual material offends you or you are sensitive
to the subjects of
sadism, non-consensual sex (e.g. rape, coercion), humiliation, bondage, or
slavery
OR
graphic violence (this IS a warrior's story)
then please discard this article now.
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Tahir Arrani took his place at the banquet, his prime assassin by his side
and Princess Esmerelda lounging at his feet. Eight other sheiks from
various cartels in
Calimport and neighboring countries were in attendance. Each of the
dignitaries had two slave girls chosen from the pens. Seated on his throne
at the middle of the
banquet table, Hafez Makhi watched his guests as they drank from gold
goblets and feasted on the mounds of rich food. His normally stern face
was broken by the
smuggest of grins as the chosen moment approached. Using the edge of his
dinner knife, he struck a small bell that produced a high, clear tone.
"My friends," he gestured to the assembled sheiks, "today we begin a
venture greater than any other in the history of the Guild. We have proved
what this citadel can
do on the open sea. No merchant vessel can get by us. No fleet can stand
up to us. In three days time, Calimport will belong to us! We shall claim
the city and
control the entire coastline. The merchants will have to deal with us, and
Bandar will become the economic capital of the three continents! The
agents of our guild are
in place and have made preparations for our landing. Once Calimport is
occupied, we shall sail our barges up the Camroot River, deep into the
Berlandic plains,
taking what the rich farmlands and mining towns have to offer. We shall
take anything, ANYTHING, that we desire. . ."
On this verbal cue, the curtains to a vestibule parted and out stepped
Milan, leading Xena. He was naked except for a leather loincloth, his
bulging muscles glowing
from the oil rubbed into his skin. In his hand, he held a silk cord that
was clasped to the gem-studded slave collar around Xena's neck. She wore
the diaphanous
veils of a concubine and gold bracelets around her upper arm and a slim
chain around one of her ankles. The eyes of the assembled crime bosses and
harem girls
crawled avidly over the bodies of the two performers. There were whispers
as the rumors of Makhi's latest accomplishment were now confirmed.
Makhi clapped his hands twice, nodding to Milan. The costumed ranger undid
the clasp at Xena's collar and seated himself on the couch in the middle
of fur-lined
floor. The musicians began a tune, then Xena started to sway her hips to
the hypnotic rhythm. Her shoulders joined in, moving in counterpoint as
she shifted from one
leg to the other in the classical form of a harem girl's belly dance.
Milan, like the others, found himself absorbed by the undulations of her
sleek abs. She moved her legs farther apart and snaked from side to side,
the sinuous motion
of her torso causing the men, and a lot of the women, to wet their lips.
She danced around the edge of the floor with spins and leaps that allowed
the slits in her veils
to show long flashes of warm skin.
She stopped in front of one party. It was made of a man in his twenties,
who was the youngest sheik, and a pair of dark-skinned women. She stepped
in between
his legs. He looked up at her as she twisted sensuously, barely an inch
away from his face. She gave him the end of her skirt and spun on her toes
away from him,
unwrapping the skirt and freeing it with a quick snap of her hands as she
reached the middle of the floor. She pranced forward as she shed her sheer
harem blouse
and came up to a man across from them. This time she dropped to her knees,
her legs spread and her hands cupping her breasts for the man and the
breathless
women.
The man swallowed hard as she put her hands on his shoulders. She arched
forward three times, pushing her chest out, her nipples grazing against
him. She whipped
her head forward, her hair floating around his face so that they could
only see each other. He closed his eyes as she moved forward, her lips
parted for a kiss, but
then she turned and kissed the slave girl instead. She held the teen's
face between her hands and offered him the girl's lips, which were still
moist from the kiss.
Xena leaned back onto the floor, twisting over to her belly with a turn of
her long legs. She crawled forward on her hands and knees like a sleek
jungle cat to the
next sheik. As she rose, she gathered her hair up and let it cascade back
down to her shoulders, a motion that threw her breasts up and out. She
placed a foot on his
chest, then shoved him playfully onto his back. She stepped forward and
placed her feet at the sides of his head, then squatted down as she spread
her lips for him.
His eyes were locked on the teasing strokes of her hands as she slid a
finger inside her cunt, playing with herself to coax the moisture onto her
lips. She ran her
fingers around her clit, pulling the top of her pussy upward so her pink
bud peeked out at him. The man stretched out his tongue towards the
welcoming folds of her
cunt. Xena let him lick there a few times, then moved on.
She plucked the berry that Esmerelda was going to feed Tahir Arrani out of
her fingers. She slid the tip in and out between her lips a few times as
she looked into the
assassin's glassy eyes, then nibbled on the end of it to release the juice
from it. She rubbed the berry around her lips, on her chin, down her neck,
around her nipples.
She held the berry out for him to finally take into his mouth.
Xena resumed her dance around the room. Arrani placed a hand on
Esmerelda's shoulder and spread his legs apart. She reached into his
caftan and pulled his cock
out, pumping it soothingly as they watched the dancer. It was a scene that
was being repeated around the room as the crowd anticipated what was
coming next.
She returned to Milan, passing her hands over the warmest curves of her
body as if they were extensions of his imagination while she continued her
serpentine dance.
She spun around and dropped into his lap. When his arms went around her in
reflex, she latched onto them, guiding his strong hands to her breasts and
thighs as she
writhed on top of him. She slid two of his fingers into her pussy, then
waved them under his nose before she let him suck on them.
She turned over, her arms around him and her tits smashed against his hard
chest. Some of the slave women watched with envy as she squirmed on his
lap and ran
her hands over the symmetric muscles of his back. Xena got up and lay on
her back, her knees pressing his ankles until his legs were spread. She
held one tit up to
her tongue while she spread the lips of her pussy open for him. She ground
into the plush fur as she fingered herself, letting the throes of her
pleasure enchant the
crowd. She turned over, her ass up in the air and pumping at Milan, giving
him a good look at the way her fingers slid in and out. She spun over
again and put her
legs up at the sides of his neck and arched into the air, her body
undulating. Milan kissed the smooth skin of her legs, which only seemed to
inflame her more. She
rolled back to the floor and held his knees as she pulled herself up, her
tits brushing the insides of his legs and her smooth belly coming to rest
against his cock as
they kissed.
She hooked her fingers into the top of his loincloth, pulling it off and
freeing his cock. As she took his thick shaft in her hand, the audience
closed in to watch. A
couple got down on the floor behind her, staring at her exposed vagina.
Others watched as she ran the tip of her tongue over his cock, tracing the
outline of the large
vein that trailed on the side. She sucked noisily and let plenty of saliva
run down his cock, performing for their benefit. Milan did likewise,
panting and groaning
whenever Xena did something exceptional with her mouth. Their torrid
display was having the desired effect. One of the sheiks lay on the furs
with a harem girl who
mimicked Xena's fellatio as they watched. Milan got up with Xena's legs
wrapped around him, her weight feathers to the knotted cords of his arms.
Xena ground her
crotch over his as they kissed and eased down to the fur. Some of the
people were bold enough to reach out and stroke their bodies as they
coupled, squeezing
buttocks, tits and hard muscles. Xena climbed off, stroking Milan's cock
to keep him warm and titillated as she scanned the audience. She picked
out a petite, slim,
brown-haired girl with innocent eyes. Xena grabbed the girl by the
shoulders, licking the side of her neck and kissing her as she pulled her
over to Milan, who was
stoking his cock and breathing harder as he looked the wench up and down.
The girl gasped as she forced herself down on Milan's cock. Xena picked
out the
young sheik and pulled him down to the furs. He kissed her wetly as he
grabbed her hips and entered her.
Milan looked over at Xena, who gave him a subtle gesture to wait. She
caressed and licked at the young man until he tensed up, growling behind
bared teeth as he
locked his hips forward. She put her arms around his neck, moaning as she
felt him cum inside her. The girl riding Milan dug her nails into his
shoulders as she came,
whimpering as Milan pushed her on her back and drove hard into her slit.
He locked his mouth over hers as he filled her with sperm. When he pulled
out of her, his
cock made a small, soft pop, like the cork out of a bottle. Xena moved
Milan out of the way and moved over the girl into a 69. The harem girl
opened her mouth to
catch the jism as it dripped from Xena's pussy lips, while Xena probed
with her tongue to lap up Milan's cum. The young sheik was back, still
hard as a rock and
wanting to penetrate her again. Xena smiled and lay back with her knees
drawn up and wide for him.
Milan saw her give a get-ready signal, and noticed that the guards were
eyeing Xena as she screwed the horny pirate and the two women that were
licking the
wetness from his own cock. The others had moved away in sticky pairs and
were oblivious to the surroundings. Xena's partner came again, collapsing
into her arms,
and this time she seized his chin and wrenched his head brutally, snapping
his neck with a subdued crunch. Milan sprang forward and flung two of the
thick furs at
the guards. They were entangled by the heavy skins long enough for Milan
to latch onto one's neck and lever himself up to plant a heel explosively
in the other's
windpipe. Xena heaved the deadweight from her and the crowd scattered in
sudden panic. The slave girls milled about in a daze as their masters
abandoned them.
Milan caught a hold of Esmerelda and held up the pendant that he had
hidden, an ivory likeness of Thetis, goddess of the oceans. Esmerelda
suddenly choked and
heaved. Milan steadied her as a trickle of dark fluid dripped from her
mouth, the herb's toxins expelled from her body by Thetis's grace.
"Milan?" The princess's voice was faint and the recognition in her eyes
was faltering. Milan grasped her hands as if she were hanging from them
over a cliff.
"Yes, my princess! We must flee, all of us. Can you walk?"
"As long as it's away from this horrid place."
"I'll gather the rest of our women. Xena will free the ones in the being
held in the pens. We need to find a ship to get away."
"Milan! More guards!"
He rushed to help Xena stop the squads that had arrived. He relieved the
corpses of the bodyguards of two heavy, fearsome scimitars, found another
and flipped it
to Xena. With a fierce war cry, he waded into the first wave of corsairs.
His cry was joined by the shrieks of the dying as the pirates fell before
the whirling blades of
the ranger. Xena met her own opponents with unbridled fury, scattering
them like chaff before the wind. The pirates' escape was thwarted by the
fluttering roar and
thunderous impacts of missiles launched by vessels of the Dunwich navy.
The rogues scattered about the guild house, knowing that they faced
certain death outside
as the catapults flattened the fortifications as well as inside as the two
warriors slew their fellow pirates until the floor of the audience hall
was slick with blood. They
decided that they stood a better chance against the bombardment and fled
toward the frigates that had not been sunk yet.
When the last of the remaining guards fell dead, the two warriors led the
kidnapped women out. Milan checked a girl who had fallen, then looked over
at Xena.
"Are you hurt?" He could not tell from the arterial explosions of their
victims if any of the blood was hers.
"Makhi will hurt worse." She said as she dropped the scimitar and
reclaimed her weapons from a guard who had taken them for his own.
"The Lord of Corsairs will answer for many crimes after I drag him back in
chains. Justice will be swift to claim that monster."
"It had better. If I find him first, you can stop looking."
"Good hunting, mistress," he said, crossing his weapon with hers in
parting. He gathered his charges to leave for the docks as Xena ran
through the gloomy
passageways to the slave pens.
"Quickly, loyal ones! We must flee to the docks!" Esmerelda hurried the
last of the slave girls to follow Milan and pried a broadsword from a dead
pirate's grasp.
She blocked the doorway as three buccaneers moved to intercept them.
The thugs laughed at the naked girl with the sword, but Esmerelda was no
novice to combat. She remembered when Justin ordered her to fight nude one
session. At
first she was amused, thinking that he had finally worked up enough nerve
to attempt seduction, but ceased laughing when she noticed the stern
expression on her
tutor's face.
"There are some moves that you cannot make while fettered by armor," he
had told her as he executed a spin and leap that seemed to belong in a
ballet, except for
the wicked jabs and cuts of the blade that would kill a man horribly. He
taught her how to use her smaller size, speed, and acrobatic talent
against larger, slower,
armored foes. She was now grateful for the lesson.
The first pirate sheathed his sword and pulled a coiled whip from his
belt. He was intent on taking a prize along on his escape. A whip was no
match for a
broadsword, but the scorned princess offered no quarter. The pirate saw
the flash of steel and heard a sound that he was accustomed to hearing
around the cook's
butcher block, but by the time he realized his arm was missing the
princess had already run through one of his comrades. The third was
quicker to react, but not
quick enough. He sliced through empty air as the princess hacked through
the flesh between his neck and shoulder.
Esmerelda had just delivered the coup de grace to her first opponent when
she heard mocking laughter behind her. She turned and saw Arrani
waiting, licking the blade of his jeweled dagger as he sneered.
"So, my pet, you prove that the most beautiful things are always the most
deadly." His leer changed to malicious snarl. "Time for play is over. Now
I will carve more
openings in your flesh for a different sense of pleasure."
"That kind of talk may cow a slave girl," she said, her eyes flashing as
she raised her weapon, "but now you face a daughter of the Royal House. My
retribution is at
hand."
She lunged and dove between his blubbery legs, as if ducking into a small
tunnel, except for the hand wielding the sword. With one smooth stroke,
she emasculated
Tahir Arrani, almost splitting him to his navel. The assassin, in shock
from the speed of the attack and the pain of the awful wound, doubled over
and tried to face
her. She turned and delivered the final blow, just as in her lessons. It
was silent in the chamber except for the whistle of the blade, followed by
the sound of the head
of the assassin landing at the princess's feet.
"For you, beloved," she choked. Dropping the gruesome weapon, she walked
out of the guild house, into the light.
Xena found the slave pens and saw, to her relief, that the women were not
drugged. With no time to find the keys, she smashed the locks off the
doors and helped
the women out. A dozen guards appeared at the entrance of the cell block,
baring their weapons. Xena flew at them with her sword poised and a curse
yelled at the
top of her lungs, not caring that she was practically naked against the
wall of thugs and ranks of archers who were leveling crossbows at her.
Athena, Blessed
Goddess, she prayed, protect me as a strike my enemies. At least let me
fight them long enough for the innocents to escape.
To her surprise, the archers pulled up their weapons, and the guards
faltered in their advance. There was a deafening cry as the women of
Dunwich rushed to their
rescuer's aid. The guards, still stupidly thinking of the profits they
would loose by killing the captives, held their fire and set in a position
in front of the doorway. But
the women, fighting for their freedom and filled with the fierce mettle of
their city-state, joined the Warrior Princess in the fray. They fought
with tooth, nail, broken
furniture and bricks that had been loosened in the bombardment, screeching
and striking until no marauder was left standing. When it was done, seven
of their sisters
lay dead, and several others with serious wounds, but all the guards had
been slain, pulled out of their armor and torn to pieces by the enraged
women.
Xena organized them to carry the wounded out and sent them on their way,
then stalked back into the main hall in search of Makhi. She did not have
to search very
hard.
"Come, Xena," he said as he drew his sword. "Show me what the mainlanders
feared in you so much."
Unlike Arrani, who lived soft in his palace, Makhi was still one of the
deadliest swordsmen on the Blood Sea. He met Xena's attack with ringing
steel, sweeping her
blades wide and pressing in for a quick kill. She brought a knee into his
midsection, foiling his attack, but it left her flank open to the reverse
of his swing. She barely
dodged the lethal cut, feeling the bite of steel as the tip of the blade
grazed her. The two opponents disengaged and circled, now conceding
greater respect for each
other.
The two battled without anything but near misses and glancing blows
telling, but the aging pirate could not hold out for long against Xena's
acrobatic defenses and the
hammering of her twin swords. He faltered, overextending when he tried one
last ferocious attack. She waded in behind a wild swing and thrust with
one weapon,
jabbing him in the shoulder, then the other knocked his blade out of his
hands. She gripped the hair of his head, the tip of her sword leveled
against his spine for the
fatal thrust.
"If you have a god to pray to, corsair, pray that he's listening. In the
name of all whose lives you destroyed and the scars that will never heal,
die!"
Athena forgive her, she felt glorious.
Milan was relieved when Xena appeared at the dock. He had loaded the last
of the women aboard a naval vessel and had sent them on their way back to
the
mainland.
"Where's our princess?"
"She's not with you?"
"She never left the guild house."
They backtracked and found her on the edge of the dock's watch post. Milan
was struck with horror as the princess stepped out on the ledge. Her
intentions were
made clear by the anguish on her face.
"Let me die, Milan," she wailed desperately.
"No, my princess. I will not let the vile slavers claim final
victory over us with your death."
"I'm broken. They've taken my virtue, my dignity. They've taken Justin!
Everything that mattered is gone."
"Everything but hope, and Justin's love for you. It takes more courage to
live than to die, Esmerelda. Justin loved you, he would want you to go on,
to live for him.
He knew that if he should fall, his love would live on long after him,
that it would comfort you when you were lost, would sustain you when you
suffered."
Esmerelda's grief receded, the grotesque horror of the citadel faded with
her memory of Justin's kind face. Wise, cheerful, smiling and saying that
it was a good day
for a ride out in the countryside. Her grief was no longer for her fallen
champion, but for herself, for having to continue without him by her side.
She stepped away
from the ledge and fell to her knees as she let the sobs finally come.
Milan took her in his arms and carried her back to the ships. Xena
remained a respectful
distance away to leave their grief private. So he has held and comforted
me like that, not long ago. The princess has done no wrong, but how many
women have
suffered at the hands of my men while I laughed about it? Hercules, my
friend, my love, when you held me in you arms, I felt so secure, so
supported, that I had a
dream of stripping off my armor and weapons and burying them as symbols of
the part of me that hated, that lusted for dominion and the blood of those
who stood
in my way. But then I realized that I must bear my arms still, this time
to defend. I will defend those who cannot defend themselves. I will defend
those who would
suffer at the hands of people who are like what I once was.
"Milan, we must go," she called.
"Where, mistress?"
"We must finish this place. Listen, this beast we ride, it does not
normally roam about the waters like this. Someone is keeping it active. It
takes strong magic to do
so. We must stop them and release this beast from its enchantment, or the
citadel will be occupied again. Follow me!"
They paused to do battle with small knots of brigands along the way.
Dunwich ships had docked and marines were routing the pirates stranded on
the floating
citadel. The ships cast off and chased down the frigates that were
escaping. Milan ordered the marines to fall back as Xena led him towards
the massive head of the
zaraten. They were stalled by archers who were holed up in the heavy
bunker until marine grenadiers threw flasks of burning oil through the
arrow slits. The two
warriors led the charge into the complex. "Kill the one with magi's
robes," Xena said as she cut down a brigand who had survived the flames.
"I see him," Milan said as he picked a harpoon from a rack on the wall.
The magician was too busy trying to steady the wounded zaraten to cast
another spell. The
ranger heaved the missile and it smashed through the body of a man in
black and gold robes, almost passing completely through him. With the
enchantment dispelled, the zaraten acted in its own defense and started to
dive. The heroes headed for the edge of the shell where a Dunwich ship had
came
alongside. Princess Esmerelda waved for her soldiers to hurry as the
living island sank. A wave of panicked slavers swarmed to board the ship,
but were repelled
and cast back into the foaming sea.
"Looks like we've won," said Milan, "We've destroyed the black heart of
the beast, now its tentacles will die off."
"I'm afraid not," Xena said grimly, "The limbs will grow new beasts. The
factions within the guild will now vie for power, and when they reform,
they'll be back for
vengeance.
"It will be their last mistake," Esmerelda said as they watched the
burning ships slip beneath the waves. The water was thick with the flotsam
of the ruined fortress
and the bodies of the marauders. "When we get back, the first thing I will
ask of my father is the curettage of the port cities. The guild and the
slavers will be no
more."
"Bandar's government is rife with corruption," the captain of
the naval ship interjected. "The city will go to war to protect the
guild."
"Then let there BE war! These wretches kill our neighbors and sell our
children. They will not be able to hide behind the throne of a spineless
noble anymore. It
won't matter if we keep our mining colony across the Blood Sea when our
own city is not safe."
Princess Esmerelda went to Willow River as emissary, with Milan and Xena
as her escorts. They completed the task, and the objective of Dunwich's
military shifted
from holding the mithril mines to patrolling the borders and sea lanes.
Xena was right about the slavers. Though the might of the guild had
suffered from the defeat at
Calimport, and even more so in the weeks that followed as the bid for
power was on, the markets had already appeared in other cities. As long as
Esmerelda and
Milan lived, though, they vowed that the women of Dunwich would not be
among the unfortunate females sold there.
Xena accepted the princess's offer to stay in the keep. She was happy to
be close to Milan, who had elected for garrison duty. But as the days
passed into the cool
winds of fall, she had begun to think more of the hills of her homeland,
of the songs of the women during the harvest season. The pleasant citizens
of Dunwich, all of
a sudden, seemed indifferent. Their easy charm seemed to pale as her need
to return home deepened. Milan sensed the change in her and tried to get
her to talk
about it, but she could never bring herself to say what was going on
inside of her. She didn't know how to tell him why she must leave or, more
importantly, how to
convince him that she needed to go on alone. Esmerelda had noticed Xena's
plight. She asked her about it one night.
"You have been a very gracious host, Princess," Xena reassured her, "and
I've felt very welcome here. Everyone has been kind, but I must leave you
now. I must
return to my homeland."
"I wish you well, Xena. You'll be welcome in our city if you ever come
this way again." Esmerelda worried her lip and shook her head, saying
softly, "I wish we had
more warriors like you. And it looks like I loose my personal guard once
again."
"What do you mean? With Justin gone, Milan is even more committed to
ensuring your safety."
"Not likely," she said. "I've seen the way he looks at you, how his heart
opens every time he hears your voice."
"He can't come with me. I've too far to go to reach my home." She shut her
eyes, remembering her last words with her mother, remembering the words of
defiance
and bloody ambition. "It may not be my home anymore."
"He loves you, Xena."
"He may love me, but he needs you. That's more important to his own
happiness than being at the side of his first lover."
"Will you tell him?"
"When I can find the heart to. If I ever can find the heart to."
"You can. You must. Your feelings are strong, but they have a price."
"It's too great!"
"Yes, Xena. But even though it hurts, there's comfort in such
pain."
"I don't understand."
"Poor woman. I guess you don't. And there's nothing that can be done to
change how things are or to lessen what you feel. Alas for you, Warrior
Princess. And alas
for the man dear to us both."
Milan was writing at his desk. It was his fourth draft, finally one he was
willing to sign, and he did so carefully. He spread a pinch of sand to dry
the ink and rubbed
his eyes. Tomorrow he would promote his lieutenant and they would both be
there when he presented his resignation to the castello. He had turned the
problem over
many times in his mind, but he always came to the same thing. Something
was bothering Xena, something that she wouldn't talk about. And if there
was a solution to
her troubles, she wasn't finding it in the city. He was determined that
she wouldn't have to search for it alone. This time, he would not let his
career defeat his feelings
for a woman. There was a soft knock at his door.
"If that's you, squire, you're dismissed for the night."
He gawked as Xena entered the room. She was clad in a silken gown. A pale
blue, see-through garment that. . .
It was the first time he had seen Xena like this. When she was in her
armor, weapons in hand, she had always projected power , but this was a
different kind of
power. Different, but by no means weaker.
Esmerelda was right, Xena thought. There was something precious in the
pain itself. A lump formed in her throat and she looked shyly at the floor
as she tried to
remember the speech she had rehearsed all afternoon in her suite. The
words evaded her as Milan rose and opened his arms for her. You never
showed me this
side, Hercules. When we parted, I knew it was for the best. But now I want
to stay! I want to ride with him through the meadows in the spring. I want
to share my
dreams with him, as he has with me. I want to not have to wonder where I
can spend the night safely or when I'll be eating again. I want to be able
to greet people
without worrying if my weapons are within easy reach. I want to hold his
power when we are in bed, to feel his heartbeat against my breast and hear
how sweetly
my name sounds in his whispers while we make love. But it cannot be so. I
have a dark road to follow, and he cannot be part of it. This part of me
cannot live right
now, not with the wraiths of unforgiven sins grasping for me in my sleep.
"Why are you crying, mistress?"
She looked at him, the desperation almost wrecking her. "Don't call me
that, Milan. We are more than warriors."
"Aye, dear one," he said as ran his hands through her dark hair, brushed
his lips against the delicate skin of her neck, the soft spot behind her
ears.
On the brink of tears, she was robbed of any chance to tell him. The
comfort of his arms was something that tore away her resolve. She had
faced sword and arrow
and fist, most of the time without so much as a flinch, but she fell to
his gentle touch, cowered at the aspect of losing him to the cold, empty
future she faced.
She stepped away from him as she slipped the straps of the filmy gown off
her shoulders. The sadness gave way to something else, something that was
much more
urgent and replaced the ache in her heart with fire. The gossamer fabric
floated down to her feet, and she stepped out of it as she took Milan's
hands, tugging him
onto the bed with her.
Xena's body was feverish, insistent as she arched against him. Her strong
thighs squeezed him as they kissed. Her fingers locked in the lengths of
his hair as he kissed
her chin, her throat, the hollows of her clavicles. He could feel the
throb of her pulse beneath her skin as his lips caressed the curve of her
neck. His hips rocked
powerfully with a slow rhythm. She rubbed her calves along the back of his
legs, squeezed his ass and felt the muscles there flex as he continued his
wonderful
strokes, but he wouldn't come yet. Her hands clenched the sheets of the
bed into sweaty bunches. Milan took her hands in his, raveling his fingers
with hers, pulled
them over her head as he sped up. Xena screamed out as their flesh pounded
together. In a few minutes, they were interrupted by banging at the door.
Milan poked
his head out the door and whispered a lame, embarrassed excuse to the
alarmed servants while Xena giggled. She'd rarely done that, especially
not around a man,
but she could not deny the feeling as they grinned at each other
sheepishly and laughed together once the servants' footsteps receded.
He climbed back into bed with her, rolling and tangling in the
sheets while they rained soft kisses over each other. This time their
embraces were relaxed, more tender, as the flames of lust softened into
the warmth of affection.
Afterwards, she got up and looked out the balcony at the city that was
still asleep. The evening air was crisp and her joy was tempered as she
realized she still didn't
know what to say to him. She realized that she was hurting them both, but
she didn't know what to do. Milan was sitting on the edge of the bed,
reaching out to her.
"Come back to bed, Xena, there's still some night left."
"Hold me, Milan," she said, grateful for the darkness that hid the
suffering in her eyes. She knew that this would have to last her a long
time.
The morning sun streamed through the window and warmed Milan's
face. He shifted in the pleasant feeling of drowsiness, reached out to put
his arm around Xena. He felt only the rumpled sheets were she had been,
already cool. The
room was silent and empty when he sat up and looked around. He pulled on a
robe and started to go to her quarters, but he stopped before he even
reached the
door. He already knew what he would find. And even though he was bitterly
disappointed, he wasn't too surprised. He looked from his window at the
world that
was waking. It was a clear day that was indifferent to his sorrow as the
woman of his heart rode out of his life.
The lands where she was riding were sunlit, the sky was the same soft blue
as her eyes. He watched it all through his tears.
From chrome@luminet1.luminet.net Wed Jul 02 16:11:15 1997
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Xena Stories! --2 of 3 (ff, bondage, rape)
From: chrome@luminet1.luminet.net (Ironhead)
Date: Wed, 02 Jul 1997 20:11:15 GMT
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>From @ Tue May 27 04:45:01 1997
written on 5-28-97...please dont sue me for copywright infringement or
anything, this is strictly for entertainment only..
minors beware, this story contains adult topics
The road dust blew into Gabrielle's eyes as she and Xena
walked the long road between Colonus, and Athens. They had had to
leave most of their belongings behind, when they fled in the night
from Callisto's newly raised army or warriors. The evil warrioress
had raised an all new army of minions to lay waste to the country
side, and conquer the world for her.
Xena looked over at Gabrielle with her bright blue eyes, and
smiled grimly. The girl had changed over the last few months, from an
innocent who knew nothing of the world, to a budding young bard,
realizing (most) of the dangers of the road. Her long strawberry
blonde hair was flowling loosely about her soldiers, and small lines
of worry were forming around her pink lips. Xena pulled up her
leather breastplate up, as it slip over her ample breasts, and grunted
from the effort. Her eyes shifted back to Gabrielle, who was gazing
at her breasts from the corner of her eyes. Xena smiled inwardly,
anxiously awaiting a peaceful night in a city inn.
A roar of men sounded from the road ahead, as several men were
defeating a smaller group of men in battle.
"Iyiyiyiyiyiy!!!" Xena shouted as she charged forward, chakram
already leading the way. Several of the men stopped fighting and
turned, as if this was no surprise, but Xena meant to show them a
surprise anyway.
"Just as Callisto said it would be" one of the men hissed to
another.
Xena gasped as at least fifty men stepped from the woods then.
Then she grinned. Fifty men...she had defeated worse odds than this,
against better trained forces. Drawing her sword, Xena smiled and
advanced for battle. Then an all to familiar voice broke in:
"I dont think so Xena" came Callisto's voice from behind her.
Spinning to meet her foe, Xena saw Callisto, her arm drapped around
Gabrielle's neck. Gabrielle's eyes were bulging with fear and rage,
as the woman who killed her husband laid her sword along side her
neck. "Surrender, or she dies" Callisto said with a smile. To
emphasive her standpoint, she jerked one of Gabrielle's arms up
between her shoulder blades, causing a brief squeal of pain.
"You'll pay for this Callisto," Xena blustered. Callisto
threw her blonde locks over her shoulder, and laughed long and hard.
"You think I'm going to pay Xena? We'll see who pays, and how
much," she smirked with a quick glance at Gabrielle. Xena's eyes grew
dark with rage, and Callisto gestured to a group of her men.
"Dont resist Xena, or she'll pay for your folly." Callisto
warned.
The men laid the Warrior Princess on her stomach, and stripped
her down to just her leather shift. Her wrists were bound behind her
back with a strange silky cloth. They used more of the cloth to bind
her elbows togethor, pulling the cloth tightly closed, and causing a
small grunt of pain. Callisto watched it all, as if entranced. She
moved her pert breasts against Gabrielle's body, coo-ing softly.
Xena's ankles and knees were bound with the cloth then, leaving her
bound tightly.
Callisto walked over to her slowly, and smiled. "Do you know
what that cloth is Xena?" she purred.
A frown covered Xena's face, as dark suspicion creeped into
her mind.
Callisto slowly reached out her hand, and began to run her
hand down Xena's thigh. "They are crafted for me by a goddess
aquaintence. They cannot be broken or escaped from" she said with a
smile.
Xena instantly threw herself against the bonds wildly, and
Callisto smiled self-satisfactorily. Then a warrior covered the
Warrior Princess' head in a leather mask, leaving her prone of all
senses.
Callisto gestured again, and several men carried Xena away,
preparing her for later. Then, with a slow, satisfied walk, Callisto
advanced on Gabrielle, who was left struggling between two rough
soldiers.
"Xena will free herself, and defeat you again Callisto!"
Gabrielle shot at her. Callisto yanked her free from the two men, and
threw her to the ground.
Gabrielle was up in an instant, rushing her enemy. Callisto
smiled and with a twist of her arm, sent Gabrielle flipping onto her
back.
"You have nice breasts Gabby" Callisto purred as she squatted
on the girls back and bound her hands roughly with leather cord.
Gabrielle tried to kick her, but Callisto was faster, and had her legs
in grasp then. She coiled a long piece of leather cord about her
ankles, binding her legs and knees as well.
Callisto glanced at Gabrielle's raging face, and smiled. The
girl has a big mouth, the Warrioress thought wryly. Gabrielle opened
her mouth to say something further, but Callisto forced a leather ball
into it, silencing her. Leather straps went around her blonde head,
securing it so she couldnt force it out.
"Mmmhppppp!!!!" she shouted into her gag, her green eyes
blazing in fury. Callisto smiled, and gestured to her warriors. Two
of them came over, and she said "bring her to my tents, and prepare
her for tonight.."
* * * * * * *
Gabrielle was sweating as they carried her into the tent, but
it wasnt from the heat. Fear for herself and her friend rolled
through her. The two men untied her ankles, and bound them, spread a
pace apart on a large, leather covered bed. Then they undid her
wrists, and bound them to the headboard. Now Gabrielle was bound
spread-eagled on the bed, her mouth was tightly gagged by the leather
ball, and the men were cutting off her clothes!
Shrieking wildly into her gag, the young bard fought with all
her strength, but it was hopeless. She was bound and gagged, a
prisoner of her hated enemy.
Callisto entered the tent, and the two men left. The blonde
warrior stripped off the metal parts of her armor, leaving her clad
only in the leather skin. She walked to the bed, and ran her nails up
Gabrielle's stomach, onto her pert breasts. Gabrielle's eyes squeezed
shut in denial, for the pleasure she was feeling. Callisto smiled,
and took Gabrielle's nipple in her pink lips, and began to suck and
lick lightly.
Now Gabrielle's eyes opened wide, as she stared into the eyes
of her captor. A thin sheen of lust filled her young eyes, as a woman
touched her sexually for hte first time. Xena had kissed her once,
but nothing like this.....
Callisto traced her tongue down the bard's stomach, all the
way to between her legs. Gabrielle squealed into the leather gag, but
it wasnt from panic...Callisto's tongue had stopped just short of her
womanhood, leaving Gabrielle panting for more.
The evil warrior continued to trace the bound girls body with
her tongue, not quite touching her womanhood. She put on a pair of
tight black leather gloves, and ran her hands over Gabrielle's
breasts, stimulating her further.
Gabrielle was screaming into the leather ball, trying to force
it out of her mouth. Callisto smiled and stopped.
"You want this out? she purred quietly.
Gabrielle noded quickly, desiring more of Callisto's
treatments. Callisto laid atop her body, breast to breast, face to
face. She slowly nibbled Gabrielle's ear for a moment, and the
unbuckled the gag. A slow line of drool ran from Gabrielle's mouth as
Callisto pulled the leather ball out, resting it on the girls chest.
Gabrielle opened her mouth to say something, and Callisto
gagged the girl with her tongue. She forced her pink, sweet tongue
between the girls lips, and began to explore her mouth. Their tongues
intertwined for a moment, and Callisto backed off.
Gabrielle panted for a moment, and remembered her friend.
"Where is Xena?!?!?" she demanded. Callisto smiled, and said "she'll
be along shortly, I promise you." Gabrielle glanced at her
suspiscoiusly, but could do nothing, bound as she was.
Callisto reached out and gently opened the girl's mouth with
one long finger. Gabrielle started to fight, thinking she was
retriveing the gag, but Callisto instead pushed her breast to the
girls mouth.
The warrioress' brown eyes stared into the bard's fiery green
ones, as she sucked and licked her breast. Gabby opened her mouth
wide, taking the whole breast in, and pulled back slightly, until the
nipple rested lightly between her teeth. Callisto began to shiver,
and tremble with excitment. Then she smiled at Gabrielle in a wicked
way.
Callisto stood suddenly, and planted her knees on each side of
the girls face, forcing her snatch to cover the girls mouth.
Gabrielle's eyes went wide with outrage, then slowly softened as she
began to taste, and lick Callisto's cunt. Then Callisto smiled, and
clamed her legs on the young bards head. She began to pump away,
forcing her womanhood onto the woman's mouth. Gabrielle sputtered,
but could do nothing. Her hands writhed in the leather straps holding
them.
Callisto picked the drool covered gag up, and put it in her
mouth, then grabbed Gabby's pert tits with boths hands and let out a
barely muffled scream. She came into Gabrielle's mouth, over and
over, while the bard choked. Callisto climbed off her new toy, and
smiled. She took the wet leather gag, and rubbed it on her dripping
snatch, then smiled.
Gabrielle fought, but the cum covered gag was forced between
her teeth, silencing her once again. Callisto donned her armor once
again, and smiled. Xena will be in soon, and then we can have mroe
fun.
Gabrielle's eyes were wide when Callisto walked out.
Part 2 on the way soon
>From @ Tue Jun 03 02:58:36 1997
Xena thrashed in the magical bonds holding her. Her enemy
Callisto put her in these, then had taken her friend Gabrielle away in
bondage of her own, to who knows where.
She tried to scream, but the leather gag in her mouth kept her
fairly silent. A small line of drool seeped around the gag, from the
force of all her screaming. Callisto's rebirth into evil was her
fault, but the blonde warrioress was taking out her agressions on her
friend. After killing Gabrielle's husband, she and Xena had fought,
and Callisto had died in the battle. Somehow, she had made a pact
with a God, and was returned to life. Now she had a gods help, and
beating her wouldn't be easy this time.
Xena's blue eyes burned with rage as she heard a woman's
muffled screaming from not far away. It was Gabrielle! The
Warrior-Princess threw herself against the silky cloth, but each time
she started to slip free, they would encircle her even tighter! She
felt somewhat guilty, that the feeling of the leather around her body,
combined with the restraints, was making her excited. She needed to
get free and help her friend, and here she was, enjoying the bonds
holding her!
The tents, canvas door ruffled, announcing the arrival of
Callisto. Her long blonde tresses were almost the perfect antithesis
to Xena's midnight hair. The cruel brown eyes smiled down at her
captive enemy. Xena's intense blue eyes burned holes into her face,
from behind the thin screen of sweat covering her whole body.
"What, no biting comment, or dark threat, Xena?" smirked
Callisto. She reached down and ran her hand along the Warrior
Princess' body, all the way up to her face. Xena tried to shake
loose, but couldnt when bound so tightly. Callisto smiled, and
planted her knee's on either side of Xena's bound form, and rolled her
face up.
Xena's eyes stared right into her enemies blond cunt, still
slightly wet from some earlier incident. Callisto smiled, and said
"oh, you'll taste that soon enough...if you look close enough, you
might see some of little Gabby's spit there."
Xena's eyes went wide with shock and rage, and she struggled
fiercely.
Callisto smiled and said "Hmmm...looks like you need to be
broken somewhat before we begin." The blonde ran her hand along her
own trim finger, down to her womanhood, and fingered herself for a
moment. She gestured, and three burly men came into the tent, all
naked and sweaty. They looked fairly dirty, like they hadn't bathed
in quite some time. Callisto spoke a few words, and they set about
binding Xena into a spread eagled position.
The Warrior-Princess did look worried now, as one of the men
picked up a bottle of exotic oils, and rubbed them onto his cock. He
walked up to Xena, smiled, and began forcing his huge penis into her
asshole.
Xena thrashed and screamed loudly into her gag, as she was
forcibly raped by the dirty man. His ten inch cock was almost all the
way into her ass now, and Callisto motioned for him to stop. She
leaned close to her enemies head and gently nibbled her ear.
"Remember Xena," Callisto whispered, "your little friend is
just one hundred feet from here. If you were to displease one of
these men, they might be more satisfied with her." Xena's eyes
widened in horror, and Callisto reached over, and took the leather gag
from her mouth. Xena panted for a moment, drool on her lips, then
said "Callisto, even you.." That was all she got out before her enemy
bent over her and pushed her pink tongue into her lips.
Xena was shocked for a moment, then began to feel the
intensity of her enemies kiss. Their tongue's explored the depths of
each others mouths for a few moments, before Callisto broke it off,
and licked the drool off Xena's chin. Then Callisto gave a secret
smile and Xena opened her mouth to try once again.
Xena was suddenly gagged with a huge cock, being forced
between her lips, touching the back of her throat. Her warriors
instincts told her to bite down, and sever his member, but Callisto
sat in the corner, holding Gabrielle's staff in one hand.
The man with his cock in her ass began again in earnest, as
did the man raping her orally. They began pumping away, while her
strangled cries came out mutely. The third man waited for a gesture
from Callisto, then mounted her, forcing his huge penis into her
smoothly shaved cunt.
The man raping her asshole kept sliding all the way out, then
slowly forcing himself all the way back in, spreading her sore hole
wide over and over. After a few minutes, he began to tremble, and
Xena's felt him cum up her ass. Her eyes wnt wide, and his juices
began to flow back out her crack slowly. He smiled, and withdrew his
cum and shit covered cock.
The man with his cock in her sweet mouth, smiled and withdrew
suddenly. She looked at him, not understanding what he was doing.
Then he began to blow his load on her face. She opened her mouth to
rage at him, but Callisto had manueved behind her, and popped the
leather ball into her mouth once more. Cum sprayed over har face, as
the men all withdrew and spurted onto her face. Xena's left eye was
glued shut from the thick streams of white goo running into them. The
man who had fucked her cunt smiled and pushed his penis right up
against her nostril.
Xena's eyes went wide in horror, as he began to cum up her
nose! With her mouth tightly gagged, and her nose being filled with
cum, she was not able to breathe. She struggled vainly for a few
moments, then spun into a darkness.
* * * * *
Callisto smiled fondly at the bound and gagged
warrior-princess. She gently wiped the cum from her nose, allowing
her free breathing once more. The men were pumping away at her again,
but now two of them were raping her ass at the same time. The other
was forcing himself in and out of her tight little cunt, over and
over.
Callisto gestured, and they all immediately stopped, and left
the tent. They had learned long ago that disobedience was a grave
error. The leather clad blonde warrioress walked up to Xena, and
carressed her ample breasts. Xena groaned in her gag, and slowly
opened her eyes. Her first sight was that of her enemy, looking down
at her with a wicked smile on her lips.
Xena's asshole was spread wide, and leaking cum and shit, and
a little blood. Her cunt was raw and red, with a slick layer of cum
coating it. Callisto smiled and said "Did they hurt you Xena? Thats
too bad...I'll have to punish them for that." Then she gave a cruel
chuckle. "Of course, I owe you some punishment first.
Callisto walked over to a large chest, and drew out a leather
wrapped stick with straps attached. With slow and deliberate wasy,
she inserted a small part of it into her tight blonde cunt. The she
reached around and secured the strap-on to her legs and waist.
"Ready for another work out Xena?" Callisto smiled.
Xena's eyes bulged as Callisto mounted her like Xena would
mount Argo. Callisto didnt bother to use the oils the man had, she
simply smiled and started pounding away. Xena was screaming
frantically into the gag, the stick was unyielding to her, and burned
like fire. Callisto kept ramming it to the hilt, withdrawing all the
way, then ramming it in again. Droplets of cum were all ready
dripping off the dildo from the knub in Callisto's cunt, and Callisto
took that as a sign to come back twice as strong.
Xena leaned into her bounds and screamed so loudly the gag
only barely muffled it, as a huge orgasm ripped through her. Callisto
stopped, and smiled with excitement.
"Ready for a little more, Warrior-Slut?" she grinned.
Callisto flipped her onto her stomach, and began to pump up
her ass. Tears ran out of Xena's eyes, as she was violated yet
another time. The stick was nearly a foot long, and Callisto was
pushing it all the way up her ass. A small trickle of blood was now
running freely, but Xena was building up to another climax.
Her sound-shattering scream ripped through the leather ball in
her mouth, as another orgasm soaked her legs and stomach in cum.
Part 3 on the way folks
From chrome@luminet1.luminet.net Wed Jul 02 16:12:54 1997
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Xena Stories! --3 of 3 (mc, ff)
From: chrome@luminet1.luminet.net (Ironhead)
Date: Wed, 02 Jul 1997 20:12:54 GMT
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>From MS4EVER321@aol.com Tue Jun 10 18:02:01 1997
HypnoTV: Xena, Warrior Princess
by MAW
MC, FF
1. Not to be read by anyone under 18. This story contains explicit
descriptions of sexual acts. If this offends you, leave now. This
is fiction. The hypnosis described is nowhere near as realistic as
it actually is. Do not try this at home. If you feel like it, seek
help.
2. I know more than a few people were disappointed by my "Mad About
You/Caroline In The City" entry. I hope this makes up for it. I'm
actually a little fond of it, since it's got more of a plot than
most of my stories. I hope you like it.
3. To any students of Greek mythology: This story portrays the gods
as they are shown on the Xena and Hercules syndicated shows. As you
will see, they're not exactly as mythology has depicted them. Keep
that in mind.
Hades was bored. Really bored. It happened sometimes.
Immortality and infinite power got to you after a while. There were
times when Hades actually envied the short life-spans of mortals.
Death gave a wonderful sense of purpose to life. Hades should know.
As the lord of the underworld, he reviewed whole lifetimes,
thousands in a day. But, lately, the death rate seemed to have hit
a low. Normally, Hades might be happy, since that would give him
more time with Persephone. But she was on the surface with her
mother, as per their agreement. So, he was lonely and bored.
"You look like you could use company." Hades turned towards
the figure entering his throne room. He was tall, handsome, with a
dark beard. His muscle-bound body was clad in a suit of leather
armor. Although handsome, his face had a touch of cruelty in it.
All in all, he had the perfect look for the god of war.
"What do you want, Ares?" Hades sighed as he began going
through a list of the new arrivals.
"What, I can't visit my favorite bother?" Ares said with a
smile.
"The last time you visited, Ares, you yanked Callisto out
under my nose and put Xena in her place. I told you then you were
no longer welcome here."
"Oh, is that any way to talk to the man who brings you so many
subjects?" Ares absently cleaned his fingernails with a dagger.
"Without me, your little home would be a lot more empty."
"I think I could live with that," Hades said, apparently not
seeing the humor in his choice of words.
"Actually, that is what I want to talk to you about." Ares sat
down on a chair across from Hades and put his feet up on the table.
Ignoring Hades' look, he went on. "Things have been dull on the war
front lately. Seems Xena has been taking out a few armies. It was
bad enough when we just had Hercules doing good, now she's putting
her two cents in. We need to find a way to stop her."
Hades stared at him. "We?"
Ares smiled. "I thought you'd like to help me."
"Your estimation of my mental stability aside, how do you plan
to do it? Killing her hasn't worked. Trying to bring her back to
you hasn't worked. Not a lot of options left, are there?"
"Hades, Hades, Hades. Eliminating Xena isn't entirely
necessary. I want to stop her. Give her something else to think
about. Distract her. A long-range distraction. That will impede her
progress well enough for me."
Hades rolled his eyes. "And exactly what are you planning?"
"The one weakness that can be the downfall of a true warrior.
The love of another person."
"So go bother Aphrodite. This is her department."
"She makes love, not war. Besides, for what I have in mind,
her rules will get in the way. No, I need something from
Hephaestus. Only he needs something from you. A metalworker from a
hundred years ago. Needs the expertise with those new thunderbolts
Zeus wants. It's only temporary."
"And if I agree? What's in it for me?"
"If my plan works, there'll be more war. War means death and
death means new boarders for you. Plus, I'll call in a favor from
Demeter and get Persephone down here a little early."
Hades stared at him. He bit a lip in thought. "If Zeus hears
of this, this conversation never happened," he said. "Give me the
name and Hephaestus' man is yours. I want him back in a week."
"Two and I'll have Persephone down here in a month."
"Deal."
Like most of the other gods, Ares didn't understand
Hephaestus. Instead of a temple or a throne room, he made his home
in a dank pit where he worked constantly. Of course, Hephaestus was
never one for indulging vanity. Hard to be that way with his looks.
An argument with Hera had led to his face being half-scarred and he
walked with a limp. It made him the most humble of the gods and the
only one close to being human. But what Ares really couldn't
understand about his brother was why in Zeus' name Aphrodite had
fallen for him and not Ares. The thought that his dirty, lame,
backwards brother could own the most gorgeous being on Olympus
rankled Ares to no end. He swallowed his pride as he approached
Hephaestus. No matter how hurt he was, he needed his brother's
skill now more than ever.
"Is it done?" he asked without preamble.
Hephaestus lifted the object in his hands. Without a word, he
handed it to Ares. The god of war took the object and stared at it
for a long moment. Then he did something that scared Hephaestus to
his immortal soul: He smiled.
It was night as Xena and Gabrielle made their way to the small
village. It had been a typical day. For these two, that meant that
they had fought off a pack of raiders who had been terrorizing
villagers. The two were looking forward to a nice relaxing night
off. No warlords. No barbarians. No gods, monsters or other
critical matters to deal with. Just a nice night off.
Their night off got off to a rocky start the minute they
entered the inn. Xena walked over to the innkeeper who was standing
behind a bar serving drinks to the several dozen burly men gathered
inside. "We need a room," she said in her naturally hard tone.
The innkeeper sized up the pair. A tall, beautiful dark-haired
woman wearing leather armor and a multitude of weapons. Next to
her, a smaller, younger girl with strawberry-blond hair, an Amazon
dress and a staff. "I don't give rooms to Amazons."
"We're not Amazons," Xena said.
"Well, technically, we're not," Gabrielle added. "We're more
like honorary members. I'm the queen. Well, Xena was the queen, but
then she temporarily died and I got the job, we're really not-"
Gabrielle broke off. Xena was giving her the patented "shut up or
I'll kill you" look.
"Hey, you hear that, guys? These two are Amazons!" One of the
warriors, one who had obviously had too much to drink, was calling
out to his comrades. Xena looked at them for a long moment.
"Gabrielle, tie Argo up in that stable. Wait outside for five
minutes then come back in."
"You're sure?" Gabrielle looked at the crowded bar then at
Xena. "You're sure." She quickly dug into a pocket and produced a
roll of coins that she handed to the bartender. "For the damages."
The bartender looked at her in confusion.
"Trust me." With that, she turned and quickly made her way
outside. She didn't want to be anywhere near that place when Xena
went to town.
After securing Xena's horse in the stable, Gabrielle walked to
the small pond behind the inn. She stared at the moonlight
reflecting off the surface of the water, trying to block out the
sounds of crashing, punching, grunting and yelling that were coming
from the inn. Her attention was caught by a shiny object lying on
the ground. Picking it up, she saw it was a necklace with a green
amulet attached to it. Gabrielle wondered who throw away such an
item. It was beautiful. On impulse, she wrapped the chain around
her neck and secured it.
The amulet rested above Gabrielle's bosom. It suddenly began
to glow, a shimmering green in the darkness. Gabrielle suddenly
felt a lethargy overtake her, exhaustion pouring through her body.
She felt herself grow tired, more tired than she had ever felt
before. It hurt to stay awake, to keep her eyes open. It hurt to
think, to fight, to do anything except sleep. Closing her eyes,
Gabrielle let herself go.
*Can you hear me Gabrielle?* The voice filled Gabrielle's
head, becoming the only thing that mattered to her.
"..Yes.." she whispered.
*You are asleep, but you can hear everything I say, can't
you?*
"..Yes.."
*Good. Listen to me, Gabrielle. I relax you, I make you feel
more comfortable. You can trust me. You can listen to me. It's good
to listen to me. Very, very good. Doesn't it?*
"..Yes.."
*Now, Gabrielle, I want you to think about Xena. I want you to
think about your friend very carefully. I want you to think about
your comradery, about your friendship, your bond. You have deep
feelings for Xena, Gabrielle. Very deep.*
"..Deep.."
*Yes, Gabrielle. Very deep feelings. In fact, you love Xena.
You love her body, her hair. You'd like nothing better than to
inhale her smell, than to kiss her lips, to taste her. You want
her. You desire her. You love her. With all your heart, you love
her. Don't you?*
"..Yes.."
*Yes, Gabrielle. You want her. You want to love Xena and have
her love you. Remember those feeling Gabrielle. In a moment, you
will awaken. You will not remember seeing this amulet or hearing
this voice. But you will remember your feelings towards Xena. Don't
be too afraid to express them. You love her and she loves you.
Remember that and nothing else."
Gabrielle blinked at the moonlight. For a moment, she seemed
to have blanked out. Probably too much stress. She really needed a
break. Her and Xena.
Xena. Gabrielle shook her head. Gods, how was she going to
tell Xena she loved her? She didn't want to appear too direct. She
also didn't want to jeopardize their friendship. For once, the bard
part of Gabrielle could think of nothing to say. Except "I love
you." As attention-grabbing as that was, it probably wasn't the
best way to approach the situation.
Turning back, Gabrielle walked back into the inn. Xena was
bartering a room from the innkeeper who seemed all to happy to
comply. Gabrielle was careful to step around the dozen or so
unconscious bodies lying on the ground, as well as several
discarded weapons, dishes, tables and glasses. One thing about
Xena, you could always generally tell where she'd been.
Xena paced the room restlessly. It was small, accommodating a
single bed and a few sparse pieces of furniture. Xena didn't mind.
She really didn't care all that much for comforts. A lifetime of
fighting and killing erased such mundane concerns. Xena glanced
back to the door leading to the small bath room next door.
Gabrielle had gone in there, apparently lost in thought. Xena would
have to ask her what was going on. Having Gabrielle distracted
could hurt their chances in a fight.
Xena's eyes suddenly fell on a table and a small necklace
lying on it. A dark green emerald attached to a chain. Probably
left behind by the room's previous tenant. Xena picked it up,
examining it. Although not one for baubles, she did admire this
necklace. A wonder that the owner had left it behind. After pausing
for a moment, Xena placed the necklace around her neck.
The moment the emerald settled atop Xena's bosom, it began to
glow. The mesmerizing magic went to work. It invaded Xena's mind.
She tried to fight, but the magic of the gods was too strong. Xena
felt her mind drift away, her will being erased. She closed her
eyes and slipped into a trance as the amulet began to speak to her.
*Xena, can you hear me?*
"..Y-Yes.."
*Good. You've had a hard life, Xena. One full of misery and
death. You've done things you're not proud of. Things you abhor.
There is a lot of pain in your past, isn't there?*
"..Yes.."
*But there is one thing that can save you from your pain,
Xena. Gabrielle. Your young friend. Your young, beautiful friend.
You enjoy her company. You enjoy her friendship. You enjoy being
with her, don't you?*
"..Yes.."
*Yes. And you would enjoy even more if Gabrielle would let you
touch her. That's what you really want, isn't it? To touch
Gabrielle, to kiss her, to love her. To claim her as your own. You
love her, don't you Xena? You love Gabrielle."
"..Yes.."
*In a moment, Xena, you will awaken. You will not remember
seeing this amulet or hearing my voice. You will remember your
feelings towards Gabrielle. And you will want to express those
feelings as soon as possible. You love her. Remember that and that
alone.* With that, the necklace vanished into thin air. Xena's eyes
blinked open as she came back to her senses. Her attention was
drawn to the opening of the door.
Gabrielle stood there, clad in a simple towel, her hair wet
and dripping along her back. She locked eyes with Xena as the two
stared at each other for a long moment. Xena stepped forward,
hesitant at first, then with more determination. She came up to
Gabrielle, bent down to the younger woman and kissed her on the
lips.
Gabrielle was too stunned for a moment to respond. Then, she
closed her eyes and returned the kiss. She and Xena embraced each
other, Gabrielle's towel dropping to the floor. She could feel her
wet flesh pressed against Xena's armor. It gave her a thrill.
They broke off the kiss and hurriedly began removing Xena's
armor. They snapped off buttons, undid straps and yanked off
restraints. Several clumping sounds accompanied the armor falling
to the floor. Finally, all that was left was for Xena to pull off
the black fabric underneath all the armor. Naked, the two embraced
each other again and kissed. They sank onto the bed, Xena on top.
Xena moved down her young charge's body, coming to the
breasts. Although small, they were still enough to play with. Xena
calmly pinched a nipple, feeling Gabrielle shudder in response. She
cupped one breast in her hand and massaged it. She caressed it with
a care that Gabrielle couldn't have imagined, one that drove her to
the brink of ecstasy.
Moving down the small body, Xena came to the tuft of dark-
blond hair. Already wet from the bath, Gabrielle's pubic hair
glistened, an inviting target. If there was one thing Xena was good
at, it was taking on a target. She placed her hands on Gabrielle's
thighs and rubbed them as she placed her mouth to her clit. She
began licking, moving her tongue around the lips, tasting the young
juices coming out. Starting out slowly, her tongue began to move
faster, taking lick after lick, darting in and out. As Gabrielle
groaned, Xena drove her tongue in deeper. Finally, Gabrielle came,
her juices spilling onto Xena's waiting tongue.
Taking a moment to savor the taste of her new lover, Xena
moved back onto Gabrielle. Still on the bottom, the younger woman
moved herself down to Xena's adequate bosom. She buried her face in
between the breasts, laying a series of kisses on the curves. She
let her tongue drag along the mounds, inhaling their scent. A soft
moan from Xena let her know she was doing things right. She placed
a nipple in her mouth and sucked on it gently. Xena's eyes were
closed, arousal sweeping through her body. Gabrielle was a fast
learner and soon her breast-sucking was sending waves of pleasure
through Xena's body.
Gabrielle let herself move down Xena's body, her hands
caressing her belly, the lovely hips. She came to Xena's jet-black
clit and let her hands drag along her shapely legs. Xena sat up,
her clit right over Gabrielle's face. With a sigh of pleasure,
Gabrielle began to do her own tongue fest. While her tongue darted
in and out of Xena's womanhood, her hands moved all over Xena's
body. Up the hips, along the breasts, squeezing the mounds, along
her legs. The fingers arched at every curve, every muscle, much to
Xena's delight. She began to slowly rock atop Gabrielle, willing
her juices along. Gabrielle's delicate fingers continued their
journey as her tongue continued to lick Xena's pussy. At last,
Gabrielle was rewarded with the sweet taste of Xena's juice.
Exhausted, the two collapsed onto one another, taking massive
breaths, trying to slow the beating of their hearts.
Ares stared at the two figures lying on the bed, an evil smile
on his face. Finally, he had found a way to stop Xena. The love
between her and Gabrielle would be a distraction, bringing Xena's
attention away from fighting. She would be more concerned about
Gabrielle than herself, a situation that would provide Ares with
many opportunities to exploit this new weakness. Before long, war
would reign and Ares would be more powerful than ever.
"I wouldn't be setting up my new throne yet." Ares spun to see
a tall, gorgeous blonde standing before him in a pink outfit.
"What are you doing here, Aphrodite?"
"Fixing your mess," the goddess of love replied. She waved her
hand towards the bed and a shimmering glow covered it. When it
faded, Xena and Gabrielle were dressed, with a comfortable distance
between them.
"They'll wake up tomorrow with no memory of what happened,"
Aphrodite said as Ares stared at her. "Not even a dream. Nothing
for you to exploit."
"How dare you--" Ares began.
"Daddy Zeus gave me the authority." That shut Ares up. "You
know how he feels about matings like this. I'm the only one allowed
to screw up people's hearts, Ares. You really overstepped your
bounds. Oh, and if I were you, I'd stay away from Olympus for a
while. Zeus is pretty ticked off and you know what he's like when
he has a temper."
Ares stared daggers at her. "Someday, Aphrodite, you'll pay
for this. Believe me. No one crosses me and get away with it. No
one." With that, he vanished into a shimmering cloud of light.
Aphrodite shook her head as she turned back to the bed. She
hadn't told the real reason that Ares had been stopped. He had
messed prematurely with love. Xena and Gabrielle were destined for
one another, but on a different timetable. Messing it up too soon
was dangerous. Aphrodite was a little anxious herself for them to
get together, but she could wait. If there was one thing a god had,
it was time.
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