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ForevaXena's FanFic . . .
1001 Armageddon
Nights
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is simply an uncompensated work of fan fiction. Warning: the following paragraphs may contain explicit descriptions of or references to m/f, f/f sex and violence, so mature readers only! If you are not of legal age please read something more appropriate. This is a very grim fairy tale. I'm not big on plot or character development-just good old-fashioned sex-and-violence entertainment. I
must apologize to you for taking so long to get out another installment.
I really meant to get out one a month but since the beginning of the
year, its been one thing after another in RL. And I did not want to rush
something out that was not as good as I could have made it.
J Special thanks to Naynay. I’d
love to hear from you! imadreamweaver@aol.com PART 6
She had had another fight with the
Empress and feeling like she could no longer stand the sight of her
another minute, Gabrielle had stormed out of the throne room. ‘Gods, will we ever get along?!’ The Empress had started to follow, but
Gabrielle had screamed at her; “Just leave me alone!” Xandria had blissfully slept through it
all on the big tiger rug in front of the fireplace. When
she announced that she was taking a walk, the Empress just looked up at
her strangely with a barely perceptible tinge of mistrust in her eyes.
Ever since their marriage, Gabrielle did quite a bit of wandering about
the palace grounds and as long as she took along a sufficient number of
guards, the Empress usually did not object. “Don’t
be gone long.” Gabrielle
was so mad she did not even answer. ‘I may never come back.’ But
she knew she would. She
cut through the large kitchen area past guards and servants that quickly
bowed to her as she passed. She did not stop until she ended up in the
royal stables. It was where the personal riding and wagon horses of the
Empress were kept, and it too was heavily guarded, both entrances, the
isle between the stalls and even the hayloft. The guard in front of her
own horse’s stall moved between Gabrielle and the stall gate. “My
Queen.” He
opened the gate and entered himself, walking all the way around the
horse checking every corner and the straw with his spear. When he
finished he stood aside for her to enter. Brushing
and talking to her horse was so relaxing to her, that she soon forgot
about the guards that stood a few feet away like statues, to protect
her. ‘To
protect me and to make sure that I don’t try to escape.’ She
thought, ‘she still doesn’t trust me, at least not completely.’ It
was totally engrossing to brush the docile mare’s brown coat to a high
sheen. She followed each stroke of the brush with a smoothing hand, the
golden bracelet that marked her as the Empress’s wife and Queen
flashing before her eyes again and again. She could hear the Empress’s
voice berating her now, ‘We have servants for that.’ ‘Gods,
people are starving but my horse has it’s own guard and servant.
I’ve been here all this time and I haven’t changed a thing, I
haven’t even tried; I'm too busy being spoiled and pampered. Whatever
happened to my ideals? They just fly out the window when I look in her
eyes. I could just end it right now, get on my horse and ride away from
here, quit her for good. It wouldn’t do me any good, I wouldn’t get
far and Xena might throw me into the dungeon; she just might be dirty
enough to do that and then I might never see Xandria again. I can’t
leave my baby, no matter what; I could never run out on her, she needs
me.’ For
a long time she cried with her face pressed against the mare’s
shoulder, letting go of all the tensions of the day. She
heard footsteps and the sound of the livery doors being shut, slowly and
quietly. Her heard was pounding as she carefully walked around her horse
to see. All of the guards were gone and the livery was shut up and dark. ‘Oh
gods, what’s going on now? They aren’t supposed to leave me!’ Gabrielle
opened her mouth to call for the guards, but before she could make a
sound, a hand covered it tightly. A strong arm encircled her waist,
lifting her off of her feet. She kicked, struggled and tried to scream
through the hand, feeling herself being dragged deeper into the spaces
of the barn. Her
mind cried out to Xena to save her. ‘I'm
going to die, I'm going to be killed, here and no one will know! Xandria!’ The
person holding her suddenly leaped and tumbled with her into a large
pile of hay. It
was Xena’s laughing face that leaned over her. “You
have to be ready for the attack, Gabrielle.” She removed her hand and
covered her wife’s mouth with hers. Gabrielle still pushed and fought
her, now with anger. “Damn
you Xena!” the Empress had her hands pinned down so she could not
move. “It’s not funny, I was scared to death!” “Shhhhh…calm
down. You don’t want your wife to find out you came to the barn to
meet your lover, do you? We have to be careful, my sweet.” She gently
kissed the skin of Gabrielle’s throat and chest.
“You know I’d never let anything happen to you, I just wanted
to have some fun with you.” “You’re
crazy.” “We
need to work on your fighting skills. You should have been able to
recognize me by my scent, just like I know yours. It’s near your
moon-time, isn’t it?” She rolled Gabrielle half way over in the hay
and clapped her on her ass more than once. She knew Gabrielle liked a
little spanking every once and awhile, even though she would not admit
it. “I
have no fighting skills and I don’t want any.” “Sure
you do, don’t you want to learn to defend yourself?” The Empress
sucked one of Gabrielle’s nipples through her gown, leaving a wet
spot, “Just in case?” she sat up and spread Gabrielle’s legs,
throwing them on either side of her hips, “You have good instincts but
you need to focus, you were just flailing when I grabbed you, wasting
energy.” “Whatever
you say.” “I
say; lets make love.” “In
here, now? I’m too mad at you.” “Well
I happen to know of a great way of working off all that anger and
aggression.” She
put her hand over Xena’s face when she leaned in to kiss her again.
Xena took the hand and sucked on the middle fingers, running her
tongue between them. “Where
is the baby?” “She’ll
be fine, she is safe with Ki, stay here with me. You’re always mad at
me, but that doesn’t have to get in the way of us acting like wild
animals. Nothing should ever get in our way.” She threw off her cloak
and Gabrielle could not help but notice that she was not wearing
anything but her high boots. Her eyes traveled over the tawny warrior
body, to the black thatch at the top of powerful legs. “I'm
hot.” The Empress pushed the hem of her wife’s gown up over her
waist and straddled one of her naked thighs, squeezing it between her
fevered ones. Her hands caressed Gabrielle’s tight breasts over the
thin silk, noting how the nipples sharpened and her breathing deepened. “I'm
going to ravish you my Queen.” the Empress easily tore the neckline of
the gown in half, exposing pink-tipped flesh. “Xena!
I really like this gown.” “Do
you want me to stop?” “No.”
Gabrielle sighed. She had learned that her own pleasure was much more
intense during the days just before her moon-time and she was craving
that release now. “Too
late now anyway.” The rest of the Queen’s gown soon lay discarded
with the Empress’s cloak as the two mated furiously in the hay. The
difference in their size was an advantage as they interlaced their legs,
riding the layer of slickness that flowed, moving their hips in a rhythm
perfected in their experience of being together. Her anger pushed to the
back of her mind; Gabrielle had no thoughts except for her want and need
of Xena, no sensation of touch but that of her wife’s smooth-skinned
body in her arms. All she could taste, smell and hear was Xena’s
mouth, hair and husky voice. Everything else in the world ceased to
exist. Rolling
together, first one then the other wrestled to the top before finally
laying face-to-face where they could pleasure each other to simultaneous
climax. When they finally rolled apart, Gabrielle lay with her head on
Xena’s shoulder transfixed by the droplets of sweat on Xena’s body,
tracing the lines they made over her stomach and ribcage with one
finger. “You
still mad at me?” “It
wasn’t that important.” “At
least we make good love... and beautiful babies.” “How
am I going to get back in without any clothes? You tore up my gown.” The
Empress snickered a little. “Not the first time, won’t be the last.
They all know it’s strictly against the rules to look at you. We have
our privacy even in the middle of a crowd.” She sat up and pulled the
billowy cloak around both of their shoulders, “here, we’ll share.” “Xena,
wait!” “Put
your fingers inside me again, harder and faster this time.” The
Empress was only too happy to comply and in short time had Gabrielle’s
body twisting and convulsing as though she were having a fit. She
clasped her hands over her own mouth this time, lest the guard might
think she was being murdered and come running in. **** “Are you trying to turn me into a warrior Xena? I feel naked
in these.” Xena tugged at the new leather trousers
that Gabrielle had put on for the first time. She pulled the front
lacing tight, almost lifting her small wife off her feet, till they fit
like a second skin. They had been crafted by the same leather-smith that
made all of the Empress’s leathers and they emphasized the tiny
Queen’s legs and hips fetchingly. The Empress leaned in close and
whispered in her ear. “I’d much rather be undoing these. I
'm just trying to insure that you can defend yourself, or Xandria, if
need be. Its important.” The Empress Xena grinned as her small
Queen practiced the moves the master of arms taught her, and noted how
very appealing Gabrielle looked in her leather chiton and leggings. Her
golden hair was held back in a braid that swung behind her with her
moves. She was learning the staff, which she seemed to show the most
talent with. At first Gabrielle had been opposed to learning weapons and
hand–to-hand, did not fancy herself a fighter or a warrior at all but
the Empress had explained that with all the possible threats in the
world to Xandria; her mother being trained in defense would provide one
more barrier between their daughter and any danger. Xena knew that one
did not have to be tall or especially strong to bring down an opponent;
Ki was no bigger than the Queen but could easily render a much bigger
person helpless. Those skills of gentle combat were also being taught to
Gabrielle for her own protection. To this Gabrielle agreed, finally, and
to the Empress’s surprise she even seemed to be enjoying her training. The
baby, now a toddler, played with her toy sword, the Empress sitting on
the mat with her, patiently enduring the little swipes the baby took at
her with it. As soon as she was able to stand, the Empress had put the
toy sword in her hand. “Ah,
you got me! That’s my girl!” Xandria
squealed, as Xena tickled her, holding up her hands so that her daughter
could bang the toy against them. Gabrielle
came over to them during a break in her training. “Does this have anything to do with
Maven? She’s escaped hasn’t she?” ‘The day Lila left you came rushing in
to find us…you were afraid Maven had come back to kill us, weren’t
you? The thought of losing us frightens you, doesn’t it?’ “We will discuss this later.” “Or, did you release her?” the queen
said a little sarcastically. “Later!” **** Maven
woke with a start in the dark musty, space thinking with a new panic
that she was still a prisoner of the Empress’s dungeon. The root
cellar that she had found to hide in was large and well hidden by the
ruins of the village. It was one of many that had been leveled by the
forces of the Empress and Maven figured that it had been thus deserted
for some years. As a trainee in the army, she had gone on patrol and had
discovered many caves and potential hiding places that she had no idea
that she might need and she made note of them. It was full of vegetable
gardens and fruit trees that were re-growing and plump rabbits attracted
by that food. Xena’s
troops made a mess of things where they went and this dead village was
no exception. It did not take much effort to dig around and find
discarded leathers, wineskins and even weapons. They needed a little
work to get them back in decent shape, but she had plenty of time on her
hands. She mended leathers, using the light that filtered in through a
cracks in the cellar hatch, buried any garbage that she made and covered
the fresh tracks she had made carefully. She cut her hair short with one
of the knives she had found. She had stayed for a few days till the
search parties the Empress had sent out had moved on to other areas. All
the training she had received enabled her to escape and become invisible
to the troops that searched for her. The
Queen was still very much on her mind and she could not believe that she
had once been crazy enough to try to kill her. Queen Gabrielle had been
a village girl for whom life and innocence had been taken away and
replaced by a kind of slavery. Maven actually felt sorry for her and the
new child who would be corrupted; the Empress was to blame, not them. Maven
bound her breasts with a long strip of cloth and donned the old
billowing shirt and a coat that had hidden padding to build up her
already muscular shoulders. Disguised as a man and with no plans in her
head, she set out to get as far away as possible from Corinth. **** Every
day Gabrielle took Xandria to the harem with Ki and Em in attendance.
Gabrielle often spent afternoons there with the dressmakers, taking a
real enjoyment out of helping to make clothes for Xandria. They had
several projects going that she wanted to check on. She liked to have
nice things for her baby, new clean things. Xandria would never
have to wear hand-me-downs. She
and her sister had gone without a lot of things that other little girls
had had, but they had never thought of their selves as poor. In a
typical peasant’s life there was rarely more than one change of
clothes and only one bath a week, since it took almost all day to
prepare water for one. Now … Of
course, being Xandria’s slaves too, they too helped attend the baby
and even play with her. There were far fewer girls, now than before they
were married and the remaining were the musicians and dancers, so there
was much more room for the baby to crawl around, always carefully
watched by the guards and her mother. The other slaves were kept busy
with embroidery and sewing garments for the royal family and several
presented finished products to the Queen to inspect when she passed. On
their knees, they held folded fabric with outstretched arms, their eyes
always trained on the floor. Gabrielle could not help but run the silken
creations through her fingers. Fluffy
white towels that had embroidered dragons and tigers on the bottom
corners caught her attention. The slave that held them was a young girl
from the East with long black hair, only a recent addition to the harem. “These
are so beautiful! They must have taken you weeks to make.” “She
does not speak the language of Greece yet, my Queen.” Ki said. “But
she has made them especially for the Princess.” “She
is from Nippon, isn’t she?” “Yes.”
The
girl shyly bowed to her. She could not miss the compassion in the
Queen’s eyes. This must surely be the number one wife of the great
woman warrior. She did not understand how they begat a child, but the
sprit of the warrior must have been very strong that night. There was
much fear of the woman warrior in her own country and she had been so
invincible and cunning in battle that the elders feared she was a god. Akemi
watched the child of the warrior as she played; she did not look like
her mother at all, but was the very image of the Conqueror, even her
light eyes that seemed to look into your very soul. The ways of the
Greek gods were strange indeed. Gabrielle
remembered the story of how the country of Nippon had fallen under the
Conqueror, years ago; thousands had been slaughtered. The wood and paper
houses had been burned to the ground. She had heard the story about it
in her home village of Poteidaea and in more detail at one of the
Empress’s grand banquets. Xena had been proud of that victory and one
of the storerooms were filled with the spoils, including the kimono that
Xena had been wearing when they first met. She felt guilty and sorry for
the girl and the horrors of her country, massive losses of life that
would never be replaced. “Thank
you. They’re exquisite. I'm very pleased. I know the Empress
will be too.” The
slave’s talent for fine decorating would make her more valuable to the
household than just an object for pleasuring visitors. Gabrielle had
tried to find such a niche for them all in the harem, so they would be
spared from being sold or used. “Ki,
I would like to have her trained to be one of our private chamber
servants, can you see to her training? Of course, she’ll have to learn
at least some Greek.” As the Queen and harem keeper she could pick and
assign the slaves wherever she wanted, unless the Empress objected. Ki
nodded. “Of course, my Queen, as you wish.” **** When
she felt the need to think or get some fresh air, Gabrielle headed for
the tower above the royal bedchambers. Thank the gods that the servants
were forbidden to follow her there unless they were specifically ordered
or called for. Sometimes she felt so closed in by all the guards and
attendants that followed her around all the time. She had found a place
to be alone and now the tower was a favorite spot for Gabrielle. She
took the princess to the palace’s highest point often to enjoy an
afternoon of reading and feeding of the wild birds, that amused the
baby. It
was a rounded structure, open on all sides, had a roof for shade and
stone benches. She had a perfect view of the palace with identical guard
towers spaced throughout, the nearby villages and the royal lands. The
far away port cities of Corinth. The ships arriving daily loaded with
slaves and goods from other countries, their payment for the
‘protection’ of the Empress. She bounced Xandria in her arms and
pointed out the people on foot and horseback that looked so small from
their high place. This and the garden had been their sanctuary, her escape
to a magical, peaceful world, where she could forget about all the
misery that had bought and paid for their easy life. The
first time she had come up to the tower, Gabrielle had scanned the
scenery for any signs of the crosses or X frames that the conqueror was
famous for; she did not want to expose her baby to that sight. Thank the
gods there were none of the Empress’s ‘examples’ of the punished
in view. It almost made her sick to think how close she had come to
dying that way. It was too much to hope for that the practice had ended
altogether; crucifying her enemies had proven too effective for Xena.
‘At least she cares enough to shield our daughter from that
carnage-for now.’ She
felt a chill when she thought of what Xena would teach their daughter in
the future. She was a sweet and affectionate child and at least Xena had
not discouraged that in her. But Gabrielle knew that the day would come
when Xandria would be expected to make her first kill. It would start
with hunting but she prayed that Xandria would never have to kill in
battle or ever be in one. If their daughter grew to become a
highly skilled warrior like her sire-mother, then she would have the
best chance of surviving if she was attacked. In that respect, Gabrielle
knew that the Empress was right for training her up as soon as possible.
She hugged Xandria closer to her, wishing she could stay this small and
innocent forever. Remembering her vision of the future Xandria that had
rode her away in the chariot that night, comforted her. She
was so lost in thought that she did not even hear the Empress steal up
the tower stairs. Xena
stood there for some moments watching her wife with their baby in her
arms; softly talking to her. They made such a lovely picture. Gabrielle
wore a short summer chiton and her hair was swept up and trailed down
her back. Xandria was wearing an almost identical dress-and she was
getting so big! Almost too heavy to be carried by her mother, but she
figured that Gabrielle wanted to savor every last minute of her rapidly
dwindling babyhood. She turned and carefully placed the princess into
the leather swing that Xena had fixed to the rafters of the tower
herself. It was close enough to the stone benches so that Gabrielle
could sit and push the baby away and back. The both of them were
laughing and still did not notice, Xena still hidden by the stairway
railings. It was good to see her so openly happy, becoming a mother had
done that for Gabrielle. ‘Oh
yes, I picked the right one.’ She
had settled down to be a good wife, as the Empress knew she would. It
was plain to see how much she loved her child. Gabrielle knew how to
give unconditional love. It was something that was a wonder to the
Empress; love she had never known or cared about receiving. But now that
she had it… Xena
had had many lovers, both male and female, in every degree from highly
skilled, to nervous virgin, to deathly boring. The daily dose of the
Silphium plant extract, she had imported from North Africa, freed her up
to experiment in as many ways as she wished without the worry of
conceiving any children. It had given her the freedom that most men
enjoyed. She had had Kings and warriors that visited her court and
caught her fancy for an evening; harem girls that served her out of
duty, fear and their own misplaced ambition of being the one to win her
heart and share her empire as a wife. To the Empress’s great
amusement, they groveled, romanced, and demeaned themselves trying to
please her the best. They ended up with nothing if they were lucky; if
they were not so lucky, they ended up being put painfully in their
place. Even the climaxes she achieved with assorted partners became
nothing more than routine. The Empress sought enjoyment in ever
increasingly demented forms, those she had learned of while in Rome. How
different then, when she was with someone who loved and truly wanted
her, someone who knew her and was not afraid. It had filled a place in
her that she did not even know was empty. The Empress had never made
love to anyone before Gabrielle. ‘Thanks
to you, my Queen, I know what the poets meant.’ And
she had a child that was more perfect than she had ever dared to dream
of having. Xena wondered if Xandria would still love her if she knew
everything about her, then she drove the thought to the back of her
mind. Of course she would, after all Gabrielle did. As
if hearing her thoughts, Xandria looked over her mother’s shoulder at
the Empress with her upturned blue eyes and pointed. “What
are my girls up to?” “She
loves her swing.” “We
need to let her walk more, get her legs strong. Did you see how well she
did with her tumbling the other day? She’s a natural-born warrior.” “I
think it’s just as important that she learn philosophy, science, music
and art.” “Of
course, and as many languages as possible. You can teach her to read and
write; my mother taught me.” “It
will be like watching you grow up.” “Not
exactly; my mother said I was very willful and stubborn even as a baby.
I drove her crazy.” Gabrielle could clearly see that the Empress was
uncomfortable with how much of her self that she revealed, could see
that small door closing. “Xena,
you never told me anything about your father and mother. Tell me about
them.” The
Empress turned her face away. “Xena,
Empress, I'm sorry I got so...out of line with you about Maven the other
day.” “I
don’t care if you speak your mind to me; just avoid questioning my
authority in front of the servants-and Xandria when she gets older.” She
could sense that the queen was a little hurt by the mild scolding she
had just received, so she put her hand on the back of Gabrielle’s head
and kissed her mouth with great tenderness. “It
just looks bad, my darling.” “Please,
I want to know more about your parents.” Xena
stood up from the bench and stood at the tower railing, her back to
Gabrielle. She knew Xena well enough to know that when she turned away
she was trying to hide her feelings about something. “This
is just between us. My mother still lives in Amphibious, where I was
born, and she will have nothing to do with me. I do see to it that she
lives comfortably. I don’t know who my father is, nor do I care.
Anything else?” “The
legends say Ares is your father.” Xena
turned back to her wife and looked down at her; the Empress’s eyes
were icy pale in the bright sunlight. The corner of her mouth turned up
on one end. “If
it pleases everyone to think of me as a demi-god, why should I not let
them?” “I'm
your wife; you can tell me. You’ve been in countless battles, yet,
I’ve never found one scar on your body.” “You
wonder how I can be so strong, why I can heal so fast from a wound or
why people follow me blindly to their death? Some people find it
impossible to believe that I could conqueror the world without a man
behind me somewhere. If I am part god then Xandria is too. At least if
people believe that to be the truth, it will add to her legend. I
am the chosen one, as they say; you were chosen to be my human
companion. Xandria will be the leader of a world of peace and
prosperity, the world I created for her; that was promised to me.” “Peace?
Through force?” “As
much as needed.” **** After
spending a few precious moments with her family, Xena retreated to the
‘Conqueror’s Library’ to for the day’s meeting with the royal
scribe and several other advisors. It was a boring but necessary duty
but she was excited by the prospects of new projects on the board. The
library was filled with scrolls and maps and trophies from her conquests
of war. They were there for a conference on opening up the prison on
Shark Island that had been abandoned when she had come to power. When
she entered, she saw that her new scribe and her man from Egypt were
there. They all bowed, even Darphus. The
plans that had been drawn up with the royal architect were spread out in
front of her. She had rarely ever kept prisoners for long, preferring to
execute criminals in the most quick and brutal ways, but this
refurbished compound would serve to instill more fear into any potential
rebellions. “Highness,
construction on the fully equipped dungeon is about to commence, as you
designed. We still have the matter of drawing up the rules and
penalties.” “Should
be fun.” “Of
course, Highness. It will be a legend.” Said Darphus, taking a goblet
of port from a tray that was carried by a winsome slave. He took his
attention from the Empress long enough to lift the slave’s short gown.
He was well known to her as one who worked hard to earn favorite status
in the Empress’s court, though he was quite ugly. Running the prison
had gone to him. It was the position she had in mind for Maven, before
she had ruined her own future by trying to kill them all. “We
will make it a place that all will fear as a fate worse than death. The
keepers have allowed it to become so run-down; they’ll have to be
replaced if they can’t do their job.” “May
I ask why we are moving the dungeon and the crosses to the island?” There
was a knock at the door. “Yes!
What now..?” A
guard opened the door for Gabrielle, who entered no further than the
doorway. Darphus was taken by surprise; wasn’t this the same mouthy
blond that he had seen crucified with his own eyes years ago before he
had been reassigned to Egypt? Apparently she did not recognize him. “Empress,
sorry to interrupt, but I need to go the store rooms.” She blushed
when she realized that the way that Xena looked her over was not lost on
the men she was meeting with. They bowed to her and she gave a slight
nod back. “Of
course. You don’t need to ask; take whatever you like.” “Thank
you, my Lady.” She gave a little bow on the way out, noticing that the
new servant was present. “Your
Queen is lovely, obedient too.” “Of
course she is.” She answered knowing that it was mostly a show of
formality Gabrielle put on when Xena was among her counsel or advisors. “You
let her have whatever she wants from the treasure stores, Highness?” “You
question me, Darphus?” her blue eyes were intense with the warning.
“Whatever is mine is hers. She is not greedy; like other people. I
fought hard to win that spoil, so I can see that my wife and child have
the best of everything; besides I have no use for jewels and pretty
frocks. The dungeon will remain here; we’ll simply add the new one on
Shark. The crosses will be set up in whatever town or city where they
are needed-but never where they can be seen from the palace, is that
understood?” “Where
the Queen cannot see them.” Darphus stepped up behind the young
oriental slave. “You don’t mind her knowing about them as long as
she cannot see them. Very considerate of the little woman, aren’t
you?” he snickered. “You
talk out of turn, careful.” “Always.”
He raised the slave’s skirts over her hips and the slave readied
herself by leaning on the edge of the heavy table, as if she knew what
was expected. First he administered several loud slaps to the slave’s
small behind, to the delight of the audience of Empress, guards and
administers. “I
guess we won’t be going to the brothel and getting drunk before I
leave? Last time you drank me under the table and broke my nose.” “You’ll
have to settle for a trip to the hunting camp.” The slave at her side
refilled her cup with the wine. “What
is this one’s name, highness?” he reached down for his cock, the
slave glancing back at him, then at the Empress. “How
should I know?” Xena sat back in the great chair, feet propped up on
the table watching them through the goblet of wine that colored the
whole scene red. It gave her a chuckle. Darphus began a steady rhythm
with his hips, the girl lurching forward with each thrust. “She’s
nothing special, but I thought you would like her.” “Akemi.”
The scribe added. “I think. She was payment for a debt owed.” “Tell
who ever it is we do not accept a bag of bones in payment, and he still
owes, double, and is to pay it immediately, in gold.” The Empress
said. The
girl looked up at her with huge brown eyes behind locks of black hair
that had worked loose with the actions of her service. For a few long
minutes the Empress returned her seductive stare with her own. The
Empress’s tongue traveled slowly over her top lip. A lightening fast
twist of her wrist and the entire contents of the goblet soaked the
girl’s face, the strong drink burning her eyes and taking her breath
away. The Empress’s strong hand grasped the girl’s face in a
distorting pinch. “Make
cow-eyes at me once more and I’ll put them out forever, slut,
understand? Take this disgusting little pig with you when you go,
Darphus. See that she waits on you hand-and–foot.” “My
pleasure, highness.” “Should
these be hidden as usual Highness?” the scribe said, indicating the
newly written scrolls. He stood as far away from her as he could;
she had an air of death about her that he never did get used to. He was
well aware that he himself had been a replacement for the former scribe
that had abruptly ‘retired’ without a word or trace. “Of
course, they are for Xandria’s eyes only-when she old enough to
understand.” “Being
married and having a child has softened you up a bit, my Empress.”
Darphus chuckled between thrusts. It
was not necessary for her to raise her voice or even speak; she merely
glared at him. He was definitely getting to be too familiar with her
now, thinking that he was her friend instead of a subject and
servant, she could not allow that to go on. She could not allow herself
to make friends with anyone. “I,
I meant no offence… I meant that I come back after all this time to
find out that you have taken one of the people you had in the dungeon,
for rebelling against you, and gone and elevated her to your Queen; and
a commoner at that.” “I'm
the Empress, I can do anything or marry anyone that I choose. My
beginnings are just as humble.” “Do
you love this woman?” “That
is not your business; that is between my wife and I. What I deem to be
worthy is not to be questioned by anyone else. But I will tell you this;
as your Queen you will respect her…or else you’ll find out just how soft,
I’ve become. Now finish up and get packed.” Her
dagger appeared and pinned the scribe’s left hand to the top of the
desk. He did not scream for fear of further enraging her. She never did
like the looks of him; his meekness annoyed her. “Don’t
move. I'm going to relate the history of how I took Rome.” With
deliberate slowness, she fetched a blank scroll and a quill. The way the
man was trembling and sweating was not lost on her. “And
you, my scribe, will take down every word. Don’t faint on me, like a
woman.” The
Conqueror had arrived in Rome with her fleet of pirate ships loaded with
riches plundered from the Egypt and the Orient the likes of which even
the Romans had never seen before; tons of gold, gems, spices and ivory.
She had played along with Caesar when he proposed that they become an
‘unstoppable team’. In her mind she sensed he was plotting to murder
her and steal her loot for himself. As if she needed him, or any, man to
be unstoppable. It was her pre-ordained destiny to be the ruler of the
world. To
celebrate their new ‘partnership’, the Conqueror had joined the
Emperor of Rome at dinner in his private chambers. He had been easy
enough to seduce with red lips and a revealing dress. Gods, men were so
easy! She wrestled him in his bed till she ended up on top, and in control,
where she preferred to be. Then it was just a matter of moving her
hips. She bent down to nuzzle his neck and slip one hand under his
pillow, just as she had figured, the Emperor had kept a dagger under
there, just in case. The dagger she had quickly found as she had ridden
him to near-climax and in the space of seconds had buried in his chest
half a dozen times. His last vision was her beautiful snarling face
above him, the dagger raised above her head. His last thought was
amazement at her blinding speed, his last sensation the ultimate
pleasure. Xena;
the Conqueror, barged in on the Senate of Rome, naked and covered in
blood. Creaser’s laurels adorned one of her thighs. She opened her
raised hand and the dripping Roman dagger clattered to the beautiful
marbled floor. “I
am your new Emperor!” she announced to the speechless group of old men
in white robes. “Any
objections?” They
were so stunned by the sight that they did nothing, shouting for the
guards would do no good; the ones that had not joined her forces were
already dead. Already
her plan was in motion; Roman slaves were hired to be soldiers in
Xena’s ever- Expanding
army; Roman noblemen and women were forced to be slaves and concubines.
All of their lands and sumptuous homes were confiscated; anyone who
resisted killed. She
explored the grand Coliseum of Rome and was instantly taken by the big
cats kept for the gladiator games. They solved her problem of what to do
with the Senate. Xena, her army, the freed slaves and gladiators, filled
the seats of the huge arena and reveled as the noblemen of Rome faced
the hungry beasts naked and without any weapons. It was the best fun
watching them run screaming like women, they didn’t get far before
being brought down and torn to bloody shreds by the tigers and lions. When
she was done, she reached over and yanked the dagger from the scribe’s
hand. “Report
to the healer.” She sat back with her feet up on the desk and
inspected the new scroll. “Well
done.” **** Gabrielle
had taken Ki and Em with her to one of the store rooms that held
hundreds of bolts of cloth and shelves from floor to ceiling that held
wooden, ivory and golden boxes of jewelry. Em carried Xandria and the
young child took in the sights of the room with wide-eyed wonderment.
Gabrielle loved exploring the palace and was like a child herself when
discovering new treasures. She longed to look into each one of the
elaborately carved boxes, knowing that probably few had actually been
given willingly. If she lived to be a hundred she realized that she
could not see the contents of them all. There
were new, strange sculptures from the country of Egypt; masks of people
long dead, and animals made of solid gold. A large ornate wooden chest
she opened was full of toy animals rendered in everything from alabaster
to wood, they were obviously from more than one culture by the designs
and some even had been covered with actual hide. She liked the horses
and selected a few to be taken up to the chambers; it would be a shame
to leave them down here to just rot. “This
place needs to more organized. There is so much history in all this; it
has to be cared for not just collecting dust.” Gabrielle
picked up one of the wide golden collars that were meant to adorn the
neck of a queen, and probably had before Xena came. It was fascinating
but Gabrielle had no desire for showy jewelry, although she could have
and wear the largest gems on earth, she preferred smaller pieces. She
selected plain, unmarked gold rings and chains that no one would miss,
and a slinky gold cuff that would look good on the Empress’ arm.
Gabrielle doubted that even Xena was aware of everything her stores
held; Gabrielle had rarely seen her take an interest in them. She let
Xandria play with one of the glittering necklaces but the baby seemed
intent on putting everything in her mouth. “No,
no, sweetheart!” Gabrielle snatched it from her little hands just in
time. Xandria rubbed her eyes. “I
guess you’re about ready for your bath and bed.” She put the pieces
in the false bottom of the box that Ki held open for her. Gabrielle
picked up a large jar toped with the head of a jackal. “What
did they keep in this, oil?” “Don’t
open that, my Queen! It contains the innards of a dead king or a
pharaoh.” “By
the gods, why would she want to save something like this?” Gabrielle
carefully replaced the jar on the shelf, where there were other similar
jars with different animal heads. “You were with her then, weren’t
you? You can tell me.” “I
don’t know, perhaps because she believes it gives her power over her
enemies or just for amusement. I speak out of turn, highness.” “Nonsense
Ki, I asked you to tell me. Please tell me everything.” “I
did not know any of your language but I could see that the Empress got a
great deal of enjoyment out of …conquering her enemies. She and her
troops spent a lot of time raiding the tombs of the dead kings for the
valuables, what she did not want to take was destroyed in huge fires,
like the ones in Nippon. She freed the slaves that agreed to join her
and they were all too eager for revenge on their masters. The
Empress’s army defaced as many statues that they could find with
mallets, or by toppling them to the ground with ropes.” “’Destroyer
of Nations.’” Gabrielle said softly. Ki
moved to a large shrouded object on the floor of the room and pulled
back the dusty covering. Underneath was a stuffed lizard the length o
two men, with a long slender snout filled with sharp teeth; the surface
of its body was rough like the stones at the bottom of a river. “In
the great Nile there are thousands of them and they will eat whatever
falls in.” “Including
people?” “Yes,
and she has a plan to build a moat around the palace and fill it with
these beasts. I do not know if her man there has brought back the baby
ones she wanted to do that. I
stood by her side on the royal barge and watched as she and her men
threw the leaders of that great country overboard to those beasts. They
watched and laughed as the beasts devoured them in the water, they took
great pleasure in it. All the remains of kings and queens that had been
so carefully entombed were thrown to the water beasts too. I
was a slave and she was my master; what could I do but stand by and
watch? I did not want to be next.” “I
understand. No one can blame you for that.” “No
matter what she did to others, she always treated me well, as long as I
behaved. I liked belonging to her, don’t you?” After
a long pause Gabrielle answered. “Yes.” **** It
was easy enough to leave the safety of the palace for a trip to the
city’s bazaar; Gabrielle had the freedom to go almost where ever she
wanted as long as she did so with a contingent of guards and did not
take Xandria with her. Xena had forbidden her to take Xandria out of the
palace without her. And she was forbidden to go beyond the city limits
without being accompanied by her Empress. She knew that the guards
probably reported back to Xena everything she did but she did not really
care; she had nothing to hide from the Empress. At least Xena was done
with her business and could spend the afternoon playing with their
daughter while she was gone. When
Gabrielle arrived at the main street of stalls, the servants helped her
dismount so she could walk along the route of vendors. It felt good to
stretch her legs and she was grateful that Ki was there with her. Even
though she had dressed simply as she could she could still feel all eyes
on her. It was impossible for her not to be noticed and sometimes the
vendors would give her things for free, for a ‘tribute’. Gabrielle
had learned that to refuse would be an insult to them so she just
thanked them for their kindness. She had not come to buy anything and
after looking for awhile slipped down a side street with her bodyguard. The
farmer’s young wife opened her door to two royal guards and two hooded
figures. Immediately she imagined that they were in some kind of trouble
and she figured just what they had come for. She had feared the moment
when they would show up at her door for weeks. Of course, knowing it was
best to be obedient to the Empress’s guards, she stepped aside to
allow them to enter. Only the two hooded figures entered; her husband
greeted them. The
two women removed their hoods. “My
Queen.” both the husband and wife bowed deeply. He began to sob. “I
know I have no right to ask anything of you…” “Its
alright,” Gabrielle said softly. “A friend informed me of your
troubles.” “They
say you are kind and have a heart.” “Please
don’t,” she stopped him. She was still not used to people acting
like she was somebody important, in her mind she did not deserve it. “Can
I see him?” As her personal servant and bodyguard, Ki followed her She
was shown to their modest bedroom to where the baby lay in his
parent’s bed. Gabrielle hid her shock well enough when she saw what
was wrong. He would never be able to earn his keep or even care for
himself. When she caressed his cheek, he smiled up at her; she could
feel her eyes burning. “The
gods have cursed us!” his mother said, “It would be better for him
if we took him into the woods and left him. Let the gods take him. That
is the best thing.” “No
its not! Don’t even think about doing such a thing. He wants to live.
Can’t you see that? He has sprit.” “We
are not all lucky enough to have healthy children.” The woman said
angrily. “My
wife is afraid that if the Empress finds out, she will…” “She
will what?” Gabrielle snapped back. “The Empress may be a lot
of things but she is not a baby killer. Here,” she took a small cloth
bag from her cloak and emptied the contents onto the bed.
The plain gold jewelry she had collected spilled out. It had to
be worth hundreds of Dinars at least, more than the farmer would make in
his lifetime. She had no actual money, no need of it when everything she
needed was provided before she even asked for it. “This should be
enough to find someone to help care for him while you are in the fields,
or to bribe the check-point guards and move away from here, whatever you
choose.” “We
cannot possibly accept my Lady, if the Empress ever found out, we would
be executed for stealing.” The
Empress was in the large bath with their daughter when Gabrielle
returned. She talked softly to the child as she gently bathed her. They
looked so beautiful together; the Empress was so gentle and affectionate
with her. “There’s
your mommy.” When she was done, she took the baby out of the bath,
wrapped her in a warm towel took her over to her mother for a kiss
before taking her to her bed. The
memory of the baby she had just seen on her mind, Gabrielle hugged her
daughter close. “Something
wrong?” Xena asked her. “Its’
nothing.” “I’ll
be right back.” The Empress said with a wink. Servants
stood waiting with towels and other necessities, like statues they stood
there with their eyes on the floor. They quickly attended to the Queen,
pinning up her hair and helping to pull her chiton over her head. It did
not even bother her anymore when she stood before them naked; she knew
they were forbidden to look. She
descended the short marble steps into the pool, lowering her self onto
the final step; letting the warm water envelope her nude body like a
blanket. The room was dim but fragrant candles and blossoms floated on
the surface of the bathing pool. One of the slave girls offered a tray
of sliced fruits, but the Queen just waved it away, accepting a glass of
wine instead. She leaned her head back onto a step-one of the servants
had already anticipated and put a folded towel under it-and closed her
eyes. Dozing
off she briefly dreamed that she was running through the woods, looking
for the farmer’s baby. She had to find it before it was killed by wild
animals! Trees, there were so many trees! She looked behind each one of
them. Her heart was breaking for she could not find it and she called to
Xena to help her. Xena was running through the trees, dressed in black,
her two daughters with her. They looked just like her; long of limb with
the same black hair and one was taller, older than the other. When
she woke, Xena was above her massaging her temples.
The Empress leaned in to kiss her. “My sweet.” Gabrielle
wrapped her arms around the Empress’ neck as they kissed deeply and
slowly. Sometimes she got so lonely for Xena, just lonely to be
with her and she was now. She undid Xena’s long hair and let it fall.
She smoothed her hands down Xena’s throat and over her strong graceful
shoulders, enjoying the feel of the damp skin. Xena often let her take
the lead in their lovemaking; this was not one of those times. She took
both of Gabrielle’s hands and held them behind her back in one of
hers', with her free hand on the back of her much smaller wife’s neck
kissed, her with voracious, open-mouthed lust. The conqueror’s mouth
traveled down a submissively exposed throat to an excited breast. In the
Empress’s powerful embrace, Gabrielle felt herself being gently
lowered onto the steps of the pool; already her legs were quivering. The servants had retreated to beyond the entrance; far enough away to respect privacy that they knew they must but close enough to be ready for any commands. Akemi waited along with the rest but she could not resist raising her eyes toward the sounds coming from the pool. She watched with envy the small blond queen on her back on the stairs, her knees up and her legs gracefully spread, the Empress’s head buried between them. As the Empress’s large hands roamed over the twisting form of the Queen, the new servant’s hands moved to her own breast. One of the others elbowed her a signal to stop watching, but she did look back long enough to see the Empress disappear into the royal chamber, the small Queen in her arms. Hours later Gabrielle woke and got up from the bed and went over to where Xandria slept peacefully. She often checked her daughter in the middle of the night, every night since she was a baby; she knew that Xena did too. Maybe to make sure that she was for real, because she was so perfect and they could not believe their good fortune of having her. Gabrielle felt a real sense of contentment as she glanced back at the Empress, fast asleep facedown on the bed. It had been good tonight, warm and good. After they had both been satisfied, they had lain face-to-face, just kissing and touching each other for the longest time. Xena rested her head on Gabrielle’s stomach and gently stroked the shins of her legs where they had been broken once. It made them feel warm. Gabrielle realized that the more time she spent being married to and living with the Empress the closer she was becoming to her. The memory of her crucifixion and plans of escape were no longer that important to hold on to anymore. Though
they thought nothing of going naked in front of their child and
routinely making love in the same room where she slept, Gabrielle
realized that Xandria would soon be getting old enough to notice what
they were doing. She hated the thought of moving her to another room,
even with all of the guards around she still felt safer if Xandria was
where they could see her. “I
love you so much, baby. You are worth everything to me; everything I had
to go through and more.” Xena
had planned an outing for them all to the hunting camp and had gone
ahead to the stables to check on the preparations. The servants knew
that, as on every other trip they had made, the Empress would insist on
saddling Gabrielle’s horse herself, making sure that the cinches were
very secure and that the leather was not drying and frayed. Not that the
Queen rode enough to cause any wear on her custom made saddle. She still
rode sidesaddle, for now. They had seen no reason to change that, but
Xena had plans to teach her astride. For now they would enjoy an outing
together with Xandria, who was big enough to ride with Xena at a gallop
at least. When she had started to take her first steps, Xena had her on
the horse holding her tightly, walking slowly around the courtyard.
Xandria loved being high in the saddle looking down at her mother. A
young female warrior name Crow came into the royal stables and
immediately bowed to her empress, keeping her head down waiting for
permission to speak. The small brown-haired recruit clutched a handful
of blond hair. “You
have news for me?” “Highness;
the one you call Maven has left her hiding place, she’s heading
further away from the palace.” “You’ve
done a good job for me Crow. I don’t think she knows what you look
like; follow her, and let me know from time to time what she’s up
to.” “My
Lady, do you want me to kill her for you?” “Just
track her, for now.” “Empress.”
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