ForevaXena's FanFic . . .
From
The Beginning
by Warrior Judge
OWNERSHIP
DISCLAIMER: The
characters of Xena and Gabrielle and others belong in their entirety to
Universal/MCA, Renaissance Pictures, and all the other powers that be...Yadayadayada.
No copyright infringement is intended. I wrote this story at the urging of my
muse; it should never be used for profit.
I
used some of Tori Amos’ lyrics, so of course, they belong to her. No copyright
infringement is intended.
VIOLENCE:
Well,
bare in mind, this is Xena we are talking about here -- of course there is
violence.
LOVE/SEX
WARNING/DISCLAIMER:
VIOLENT/NONCONSENSUAL
SEX WARNING/DISCLAIMER:
FOUL
LANGUAGE: Not
as intensive as in Pulp Fiction, but still...
THANKS:
To
my BETA readers mentors and guides:
1.
CJ Wells (You are the greatest) - A brilliant bard, in my humble opinion. Check
out her installments FREEDOM and
2.
Noa (I’m proud to be your friend) - For being there for me, putting up with my
whining, for all your help.
3.
CB -- Thanks for your hard work...you rule!
PART 1
And
through life force and there goes a friend
...And through the portal they can’t make amends
Tori
Amos
I
have to stop her, I thought to myself. I know that much...As much as I love
her...I have to stop her, no matter the price I’ll pay. And pay I will...
heavily. It’s a given. One always does when going up against Xena. I mounted
my horse, stubbed her ribs with my heels and galloped through the woods. I
headed towards Amazon land. I headed toward my tribe. I went to reclaim my
throne and rule as their monarch. I need them to help me stop Xena, for I am not
capable of stopping her alone. I am not strong enough. I am no match to her
power, her war skill, her brutality and her bloodlust.
As
I was galloping, wind pounding on my face, I was reconstructing the recent
events in my mind.
*******
Eli
resurrected Xena and me. The moment Xena opened her eyes I knew something was
wrong. When she looked into my eyes I saw steel, cold, blue eyes. Any love that
she once held for me, was gone. She looked at me as if she didn’t know me. She
rose up from the ground with one fast movement.
"Who
are you Blondie?" she barked at me.
"What’s
the matter Xena?" I asked her as I was getting up on my feet as well.
"It’s me, Gabrielle" I was concerned. I raised my hand in order to
touch her face. I thought that maybe she was burning with fever or something.
Before my hand reached her face she grabbed my wrist with immense force and
twisted my arm against my back.
"Try
to touch me again and I’ll break it like a twig," she snorted. "I
dare you," she hissed.
I
was terrified. I felt my heart missing a beat and my breathing became labored.
She threw me to the ground. I saw her mounting Argo and galloping away in a
frenzy. I was shocked. I could barely move. I didn’t understand what had just
happened. Why did Xena leave me behind? Why did she ask me who I was? Why did
she hurt me? I burst into tears. I just couldn’t help myself. A thousand
thoughts were running inside my head. Was it something I said or did that made
her angry with me? I dismissed that thought immediately. I knew that no matter
how angry Xena could be with me, she would never behave like this towards me. I
stood up and began walking. I didn’t know where to at first. I decided to go
to Amphipolis and pay a visit to Xena’s mother, Cyrene. I figured she must be
worried sick about both
Xena
and I. After all, given Xena’s reputation, I knew that a word about Caesar
having her executed probably had reached her by now. I wanted to put her mind at
ease by letting her know that both Xena and I were alive and to tell her that
something was wrong with Xena. Once at Cyrene’s, I would send word to my own
family letting them know I was alive and well. My mother and father wouldn’t
appreciate the fact that Xena was alive as well. They still held a grudge...
Xena took their little innocent daughter away from them.
On
my way, I came across a lake. I looked at the sky above me. Darkness began
falling. I was hungry, exhausted and insanely worried about Xena. I wondered
where she was. Was she safe? Will she be back for me? What was wrong with her?
Was it the Furies who struck her again with madness? Was it Ares? I didn’t
believe so.
I
caught a fish in the lake. Thank the gods I was paying attention to Xena when
she taught me how to catch fish. I miss her so much. I felt pain was about to
tear up my heart. Tears started forming in my eyes. I didn’t feel like eating,
but I knew I needed to in order to get strong. I still have a couple of days of
walking to Amphipolis. So I set a fire and cooked my fish, after I gutted it the
way Xena had once showed me, and ate.
I
lay down. I tried to get some sleep...though exhausted both physically and
mentally; I didn’t fall asleep right away. I was thinking about Xena. I was
wondering whether she gazed at the same stars I did. Was she feeling well? Was
she on her way back to me? Finally Morpheus took over me and I fell asleep.
*********
"And
when my hand touches myself
I can finally rest my head ...getting off, getting off"
The
next morning I woke up. I washed myself in the lake and was on my way to
Amphipolis. I walked for three moons. Eventually, I had arrived in Amphipolis. A
terrible sight caught my eyes. I saw huts burned to the ground. The entire
village was black from the fire that had recently consumed it. I couldn’t
believe my eyes. All of Amphipolis was burned to the ground. I immediately
recognized Xena’s work. I started running towards Cyrene’s tavern. As I came
closer into the village, I saw the corpses lying around. I could hear Xena
growling inside my head "kill’ em all"; the thought ran a shiver
down my spine.
I
burst into the tavern, which was the only hut that remained standing. I saw
Cyrene sitting on a stool. Her head was buried in her hands, and she was
sobbing. She didn’t even hear me come in. I put my hand on her shoulder.
"Cyrene?"
She
lifted up her head and looked into my eyes with her bloodshot ones. She had a
grave expression on her face.
"Is
this Xena’s doing?" I asked as if I had to. She only nodded.
"When
was she here?" I asked.
"Last
night," she retorted. "It was awful."
"What
happened?" I said, grabbing a stool and sitting in front of her.
"She
came in. I was surprised to see her. I got word that Caesar had crucified the
two of you. I ran to her and threw my arms around her. She didn’t hold me
back. I told her I was happy to see her but she remained silent. I asked her
what the matter was and where you were. She pulled me back and said to me,
"Who the fuck is this Gabrielle woman?" Cyrene looked at me as if to
see my reaction to what she had just said. I kept a frozen expression on my
"I
didn’t know what to say to her. I finally said ‘Why, she’s your best
friend, my dear.’" Xena answered that she didn’t have any friends and
asked for Borias. I felt a sharp pain go through my heart. Cyrene wanted to stop
telling me what happened because she didn’t want to hurt me but I told her
that I had to know, so she went on.
"Then
it hit me. She had lost her memory. I understood that in her mind she was around
ten years back. Back to the time she was a warlord. Back to the time before she
met Hercules and you," Cyrene started crying again. I held her in my arms.
Everything is starting to fall into place, I thought to myself.
"What
happened then?" I asked as I heard her sobbing.
"As
dark as her soul is, she spared my life and my tavern. But since she needed
dinars, she robbed the village and burned it to the ground...you should have
seen her face, Gabrielle, my blood froze in my heart at the sight of her
face...such a hideous expression... "
I
was shocked. Cyrene’s words were pounding in my head.
"I
have to stop her," I muttered.
"You
can’t leave now. It will be dark soon. You need to eat and rest so that
you’ll be able to catch up with her tomorrow," she pleaded.
Fine,"
I gave up. I knew better than to argue with Xena’s mother. After all, Xena got
her stubbornness from Cyrene.
Cyrene
went into the kitchen and I followed her. She started cutting vegetables.
"How
do you intend to stop her, Gabrielle?" she asked quietly without looking at
me.
"I
don’t know yet. But if I don’t stop her she will kill innocent people and
burn down their villages. I can’t let her do it. She is way too dangerous to
keep on the loose. I saw death in her eyes," I shivered.
"Are
you going to kill her?" Cyrene almost whispered, as if she was afraid of my
answer.
"I
hope it will not come to that," I said, although I realized that I really
hadn’t thought about it yet.
We
sat down and ate. We didn’t speak to each other throughout dinner.
After
we finished eating, Cyrene led me to Xena’s old room. Xena and I slept in that
very room together, seven moons ago. Just before this whole business with Caesar
had started. I laid myself on her bed. I could still smell her sweet special
scent from the sheets below me. I closed my eyes, darkness around me. I started
fantasizing about Xena as I was sniffing in her scent. I started thinking about
her muscular, gorgeous, naked body. Her firm round breasts with the hard erect
nipples. Her fragrance from the sheets was driving me insane. Everything about
her was making me burn with lust; the way she walks, the way she moves like a
lioness, both sensually and gracefully, the way she speaks, the way she does
this thing with her eyebrows. I’ve being coveting her body since the first
time I laid eyes on her. I had desired her before I loved her. First, I didn’t
know what came over me, but these thoughts about her wouldn’t leave my head. I
became obsessed with her. All I could think of was my head between her legs and
my hands on her breasts. Never have I felt this way before. When I married
Perdicus I knew I was kidding myself. My feelings for
Perdicus
didn’t come close to the love and passion I had for Xena.
That
night, in her bed, I fantasized she was making love to me, that she is sucking
my nipples while stroking my center with her long, strong fingers. My sex was
burning between my legs. It ached for a touch, and I felt I was dripping sex
juices onto the sheets. I desperately needed relief. So, I took my hand and
stimulated my sex till I climaxed. It didn’t take long. It never did when I
fantasized about Xena. Then I could finally fall asleep.
*******
We
all knew she was headed towards our village, but what could we do about it?
Absolutely nothing. We all knew nothing would stop her. We heard she was
leveling villages, killing all living creatures and burning the huts down. It
was only a matter of time before she got to our village, and she did. I saw her
galloping frantically on her horse, shouting her war cry that stilled my heart.
She had blood on her face and in her cold blue eyes, I saw death.
I’m
writing these last words of mine, for Xena took all of my reasons for living.
She decapitated my wife and my three small children right before my eyes, for no
other reason than the pleasure she obviously got from it. Then she burned down
our house and slaughtered all the animals, even our dog. Never in my life have I
seen such a cruel and soulless monster in the form of a human being.
Nothing
matters now anyway...Within a few moments I will take my own life and I’ll be
free, free to join my family in the Elysian Fields.
As
for Xena, may the gods give her remorse...
(Written
by Queen Gabrielle)
I
arrived at the Amazon village at dusk, after two days of riding. Xena didn’t
leave one horse alive in Amphipolis other than her mother’s. Cyrene gave it to
me. As I’ve reached Amazon land, I called out the bird sound and two scouts
jumped down from the trees and knelt down at my feet, bowing their heads on
their forearms.
"Rise"
I commanded.
Both
of them rose.
"My
queen, you are alive!" Messelina exclaimed.
"Yes
I am. Xena and I were resurrected by Eli."
"I’m
so happy, my queen and honored by your presence," She said
"Thank
you Messelina. It’s a pleasure to be here. How are you?" I asked.
"I’m
fine, my queen. I trust your journey went well...by the way, my queen, where is
Xena?"
"It’s
a long story and I don’t have any time to spend. Xena is not with me. Take me
to Chilapa, the acting queen," I said harshly. She obeyed me immediately. I
mounted her horse, she mounted the horse of the other scout and we galloped to
the village.
We
entered the village. All the Amazons who saw me knelt before me and bowed their
heads as Messelina and I walked to the queen’s hut. We entered and saw Chilapa
standing there. She was shocked to see me. She thought I was dead, but after she
overcame her shock, she knelt at my feet and bowed her head.
"It
is so good to see you, my queen," she said.
"I’m
so glad to see you too, Chilapa. However, since I have very urgent matters to
discuss with you, enough with the formalities, let’s sit down and talk,"
I said. I knew I sounded very bossy but I didn’t have much choice. I needed to
move fast because I knew Xena would.
We
both pulled chairs and sat down one in front of the other.
"Now
listen very carefully, Chilapa. Eli resurrected both Xena and me after Caesar
executed us. When we woke up Eli was already gone. I’ve noticed that something
was wrong with Xena. She didn’t seem to recognize me. She left me there and
went off on Argo’s back. I went to Amphipolis to tell Xena’s mother
everything. I discovered that Xena had beaten me to it and burned Amphipolis to
the ground. Cyrene was the only survivor. She told me she had found out that
Xena had lost her memory she doesn’t know who I am and she thinks she is a
warlord." I spoke fluently.
"Oh
Gods," was all Chilapa could utter.
"I
came back because Xena has to be stopped. And I intend to either stop her or die
trying."
After
I finished uttering these last words, two scouts entered the hut and knelt
before me. From the expression on their faces I knew they carried bad news.
"Speak
up," I ordered.
"My
queen, we got word that Xena is alive and is heading toward Britannia. She has
already assembled an army of assassins. She is leveling every village that’s
in her path. Killing all living things, sparing no one," the older one
said.
"Thank
you, leave us now," I ordered.
"I’m
taking command now, Chilapa. I’m the queen."
"Yes
my queen," Chilapa said. Before she left the Queen’s hut, she turned
around and looked at me. "Permission to speak freely my queen."
"Permission
granted," I retorted.
"Are
you all right Gabrielle?" She asked softly, looking at me with warm brown
eyes.
"
No I’m not Chilapa. I feel like I have lost my entire world. I feel emptiness.
Everything has happened so fast, that I don’t think I fully understand
what’s going on. I feel lost. I feel dead." I couldn’t hold my tears
any longer and silently they were streaming down my face. Chilapa knelt before
me and held me in her arms.
"I
know how much she meant to you. I know you loved her. I’m so sorry Gabrielle I
don’t know what to say," She whispered.
"Stop
it!" I Shouted and pulled myself away from her arms. "Stop talking
about her as if she was dead. She means the world to me and I still love her
with all my heart and soul."
"I’m
sorry Gabrielle," She said bowing, her head and avoiding my eyes.
"I’m
sorry too for snapping at you like this Chilapa. It’s just that so much has
happened, so fast, it hasn’t totally sunk in yet. I miss her terribly. I
can’t stop thinking about her, worrying about her. I feel like my heart is
about to explode" I looked at the ground. I didn’t want to cry but it was
beyond my control. Chilapa pulled me back to her strong arms and hugged me,
stroking my hair with her finger in a soothing manner and mumbled
"I
know, Gabrielle, I know."
"These
past few days...do you know when I felt most happy, and when my heart stopped
from aching?" I asked.
"When?"
"Do
you know, when one wakes up in the morning and has not totally woken up yet and
doesn’t remember what day it is or where she is?"
"Yes"
"At
these moments of not being fully awake yet, I feel most happy because I’m not
aware of the fact that I lost Xena in that brief moment." I answered.
Chilapa
took my face with both hands and wiped the tears from my cheeks.
"Everything
will be just fine, you’ll see," she assured me.
After
a few moments, I pulled myself together and got up on my feet. My sobbing
subsided.
"About
tomorrow..." I began saying.
"First,
Gabrielle, I urge you to eat something and take a bath," Chilapa cut in.
"Do
I stink?" I asked mischievously.
"No
Gabrielle...I just think it would make you feel better," She said softly.
"It
would only make me think that I wish Xena was here with me in the tub," I
smiled for a brief moment as I recalled the bathtub fights Xena and I used to
have, and then a tormented expression took over.
After
I ate and bathed, Chilapa returned to the queen’s hut and asked me what my
plans were for the next day.
"Xena
is headed toward Britannia, and she’ll destroy every village on her way there,
which ironically is good for us because it will buy us some time. I want to get
to Britannia before she does and alert Queen Bodesea. I want to studyher
fortress. Should she lose her battle against Xena, which she probably will, I
want to assassinate Xena once she settles herself in the Queen’s
fortress."
"How
do you know she’ll settle her self in Queen Bodesea’s fortress?"
Chilapa asked.
"I
know her, it is a power and control thing for her. She wouldn’t deny herself
that pleasure of conquering," I answered.
"The
queen will lose. Xena is gaining power with each village she attacks. Her army
will be big and strong by the time she gets to Britannia".
"I
agree," said Chilapa and after a brief moment she asked me, "What do
you need, my queen?"
"I’ll
be needing sais and a bottle of night-spain, it’s a lethal...." Chilapa
cut in again.
"Poison,"
she completed my sentence. After a moment of silent she asked me " So...are
you really going to kill her?"
I
felt all the air from my lungs leaving my body and my blood pounding in my ears.
"I’ll
speak to the healer first, if there is a sure way to give Xena her memory back,
I’ll try to do it...if not... I’ll have to stop her ...even if it means
killing her... I can’t let her take any more lives." I felt my legs
giving out on me and I sat down on the edge of my bed. After a little while, I
noticed Chilapa was still standing in the room.
"There
is another thing" I said "I can’t do it alone, I’ll be needing
help."
"The
Amazon army is at your disposal," Chilapa said immediately.
"No,
I don’t want my Amazons to die...should they try going up against Xena and her
army, they will die. We need to do it simple and quiet. We have to poison her
somehow. It is the only way. But as I said, I can’t do it alone, I’ll be
needing the help of two of the best warriors."
"I
see" her answer lingered on her lips.
"I
know it’s a lot to ask Chilapa, but I need the help of both you and Messelina,"
I pleaded with her.
"As
you wish, my queen," was all she said.
"Thank
you." I said. I rose up and went to the window, looking outside at the
night enveloping the village.
"One
more thing, Chilapa." She turned around and faced me.
"I’m
afraid to sleep alone tonight. Would you be kind enough to stay with me in the
queen’s hut for tonight ...you don’t have to if you..."
"I’ll
be honored," she said.
"Oh,
and stop calling me "queen" at least when we are in private, you are
my friend."
"As
you wish Gabrielle," she retorted and smiled.
Before
going to sleep I went to see the Amazon’s healer. She had grave news for me
that was tearing up my heart into a million pieces. She said that given the time
that passed since Xena and I were resurrected, if Xena didn’t get her memory
back, the chances that she’ll ever get back those lost years are getting
smaller and smaller.
Back
at the queen’s hut Chilapa and I were getting ready to go to sleep. Chilapa
took two blankets, one to spread on the floor and the other one to cover her.
She fell asleep immediately. I, on the other hand, tossed and turned half the
night. I realized chances were that I would have to kill Xena.
********
At
first light, we woke up. Chilapa went out to get two sais and us some breakfast
for me. I washed up my face with cold water and got dressed. I wore an amazon
brown leather bra, brown skirt and brown leather boots. Chilapa returned with
some food and my sais. Messelina, Chilapa and I sat down and ate.
"According
to our scouts, Xena is at Molonius. Which means that it would take her about
three days to get to Britannia and about two more days to conquer it, should she
continue attacking villages on her way there." Messelina nodded and put
another piece of bread in her mouth.
"We
have got to get there and warn Queen Bodesea before she gets there," I said
"If
we leave now, we’ll get to Britannia within four and a half days."
Chilapa estimated.
"That’s
not fast enough. We have got to get there within three days tops!" I
exclaimed. "There isn’t any choice but to get to Britannia by sea."
I got nausceous just hearing myself saying those words. I knew it wouldn’t be
easy for me, but it will be bearable since Xena had taught me those pressure
points.
"It’s
settled then. We’ll ride to the harbor and catch a ship that would carry us to
Britannia." Chilapa concluded, and drank the last drop of goats milk from
her goblet.
We
arrived at the harbor at noon and boarded a ship that was headed to Britannia.
*
"Bells
and footfalls and soldiers and dolls...
Brothers and lovers she and I were..."
Tori
Amos
Once
abroad the ship, I felt like throwing up. So, I placed pressure points on my
wrist, just where Xena showed me, and the nausea disappeared. I went down below
the deck and entered my cabin. It was just before dusk. I rested my head on the
mattress and closed my eyes. The smell of the ocean, the sound of the waves, the
rocking of the ship. Even the sound of the squeaking wooden walls of the ship,
led me on a trip down memory lane. It took me to that time when Xena and I were
on Ulysses ship, on our way to Ithaca. I remembered myself facing Xena in her
cabin, telling her I was going back to the Amazons once we had saved Ulysses. I
overheard her talking to him, whispering words of love, that I thought should
have been for me. The pain I felt piercing my heart was hurting beyond words. I
knew then, I would never have her the way I needed and desired her, so I’d
better leave her. Being with her became unbearably painful. Then Xena, without
saying a word embraced me. I didn’t understand her reaction. At first, I
thought maybe that was her way of saying good-bye to me. When she pulled back, I
could see the tears forming in the corners of her beautiful blue eyes and the
illuminating smile that was spread on her lips.
"I
could sense it, but I wasn’t really sure till now." She was so exited she
tried to breathe normally but wasn’t doing a good job at it.
"What
are you talking about Xena...I said I was leaving you. Didn’t you hear
me?" I was so upset. Here I was, telling her I was leaving her. Was this
all she could do, embrace me?"
"You’re
in love with me, aren’t you Gabrielle?" She asked with a throaty voice.
"I know you do, don’t you dare deny it. You’re jealous because of
Ulysses, aren’t you?" So my little plan worked..." she was
chuckling.
"What
do you mean, ‘your little plan?’" I was losing my self-control as I
became angry and frustrated. I’d decided to be strong and not say anything
about my love for her till she said it first.
"I
knew you weren’t sleeping when I whispered words of love to Ulysses. I could
tell by the rhythm of your breathing that you were awake. That’s why I said
those words in the first place. I knew that if you reacted, it would mean
you’re jealous. Which also means you’re in love with me..." she pulled
me back to her arms again.
"Why
did you do it Xena? Why is it important for you to know if I’m in love with
you?" I thought I would outsmart her. I didn’t believe it worked.
"Because
I’m in love with you Gabrielle." She whispered in my ear. I couldn’t
keep my eyes open or dry. My legs gave out from under me and I heard myself
crying out loud. I couldn’t believe my ears.
"Say
it again." I said between my sobs.
"I
love you, Gabrielle." She whispered again, and started kissing my
neck...her lips so soft and warm. I had to throw my arms around her for fear I
would collapse.
"Again."
I demanded. She obeyed willingly and pulled back. She looked into my eyes with
her ocean blue eyes and said once more, "I love you, Gabrielle." She
leaned down towards my expecting lips and brushed them lightly. My hunger for
her grew. I needed more of her, so I rose to the tip of my toes, put my hand
behind her head and pulled her deeper toward me. I kissed her deeply and
passionately. My tongue demanded entry, as it was licking her lips
Xena
walked out from my embrace. I could tell she was crying. She went to the door to
lock it. I quickly took of my clothes and laid myself onto the bed. My back
rested against the pillows so I was positioned half sitting. I rose my knees up
from the bed and spread my legs wide for her. My desire carried no shame. When
she turned to face me she saw my naked body. She took her time looking at it,
examining it. I decided not to rush her though I terribly lusted after the feel
of her naked body on mine. After a few moments, she raised her eyes from my
nakedness to meet mine. In my green eyes she saw the raw, untamed and
inconceivable desire that I felt for her. I spread my arms to invite her and
said in a low and throaty voice,
"Enter
me, my champion."
She
didn’t smile. She gave me a look like nothing I’ve ever seen before. The
lust and desire I saw in her eyes thrilled me and boiled my blood. She fought
with her leathers and armor, but took them off in almost no time at all. I saw
her standing naked before me. My heart was racing and I felt warm wetness
dripping from within my core.
The
closer she got to me the more she shivered. She finally reached me. She lay on
top of me and gathered me in into a tight embrace. We both moaned at the contact
and remained that way for a few moments. But soon passion overtook us. Her lips
met mine. It was delicate at first, but then it got deeper, rougher, almost
violent. We sucked, licked and bit each other lips and tongues trying
desperately to devour each other. We fought each other for control,
"Say
it again." I pleaded.
"I
love you, Gabrielle, I love you more than life. My heart hurts from loving you.
I have loved you for a long time now. I didn’t think you’d understand if I
told you. I couldn’t afford losing you. I’ve been dreaming of making love to
you countless times, loving your body in every way imaginable, making you cry
out my name in ecstasy. My love and desire for you know no limits. I will love
you forever," She said softly and sincerely. My beautiful champion, I
sighed to myself.
"I
love you too Xena, but I can’t stand it anymore. Show me," I demanded.
"Show me how much you love me." My voice was anxious I could feel
every cell in my body hurt from needing her and wanting her. My nipples were
already hard and my sex was wet and throbbing. "Show me," I almost
shouted. "Make me cry out your name in ecstasy."
And
she showed me. Xena probably realized she couldn’t deny me any longer. Without
any fondling or teasing, she filled her mouth with my left breast, sucking my
nipple hard and swirling around it with her warm tongue. My nipples got erect
and hard. I grew wetter so I started thrusting my center against her thigh. I
needed relief like I needed air. It
"
Give me, Xena...Don’t stop... give it to me...all the way..." I gasped.
She
drank all the juices I gave her, greedily and eagerly. The sight of her head
between my legs almost drove me insane. She possessed me, consumed me. My labia
were burning up. I felt her warm wet tongue roaming my folds and her teeth
biting my clit. Then it started. Waves of pleasure were enveloping my sex; I
closed my eyes as I came closer and closer to the edge of climaxing. Xena felt
it, so she sucked my clit harder and that’s all it took to bring me the bliss
of an orgasm, the greatest I’ve ever had. As I came, I shouted her name with
all the strength I had. Xena rode the wave with me. My body went limp and I
couldn’t move my legs. I felt my heart beating fast and I breathed quickly as
well. My tunnel now sucked her fingers. I kept my eyes open though. I wanted to
look at my love.
Xena
rose to her knees. Just like me, She was soaking wet with sweat. I loved the way
she looked; wet hair, wet body, and a contented expression on her face. She
didn’t come with me this time. She remained hungry for me. Despite my protest,
she took her glistening fingers from within me and penetrated her own sex. She
probably thought I didn’t have the strength to pleasure her. But as if I
hadn’t climaxed just moments ago, I felt fresh nectar dripping out of my
center and a lightning of energy shot through my body. Seeing her like that
pleasuring herself, bucking against her fingers... That was the most erotic
thing I have ever seen. I rose to my knees as well and faced her.
With
a quick motion I grabbed her wrist and ripped her fingers from her opening.
"Only I pleasure you from now on...even you are not allowed to pleasure
yourself anymore," I hissed. I brought her glistening fingers to my mouth.
Her scent drove me wild with passion. With the slowest of motions, as my green-
fired eyes held her blue, I put her fingers to my mouth. Her taste was sweet and
erotic. I licked and sucked her fingers. She was moaning with pleasure, and I
was growling with hunger.
My
fingers soon took their place on Xena’s large and wonderful clit. I couldn’t
believe how wet she was. I felt her clit swell under my stroking fingers. I
leaned forward and captured her nipple in my mouth and kneaded it, feeling it
harden in my famished mouth. I licked it and nursed from it. I felt her melting
in my arms, so I supported her lower back with my other hand, kneading her
strong, yet tender flesh as she hung onto my shoulders. I heard her whisper in
my ear, "Don’t stop touching me, my love. I need you to make love to
me." Her voice, her words made my body tremble.
I
straddled one of her thighs and rubbed myself against her. I felt I needed
relief again but I won’t let my self satisfy until I satisfied my Xena. I
needed to smell and taste her again. This time from her sexual center, to
pleasure her, to see her climax. I could feel her hips bucking against my
fingers. I could feel she was slightly quivering and knew she was close to the
edge, but I didn’t want her to come. Not yet.
Cruely,
I took out my fingers from her clit, and before she managed a protest, I lowered
myself and placed my head under her, between her thighs. Her sex scent was the
most arousing thing I’ve ever experienced. Her taste was sweeter than honey.
It was an aphrodisiac to me. I licked her large swollen clitoris. I looked up at
her face. Her eyelids were heavy from desire. She moaned like a desperate
animal... it set me on fire.
"Give
it to me in my mouth, Xena" I begged and she pressed herself harder against
my mouth and tongue. Her moans and cries of pleasure thrilled me.
"More." She demanded. "More." I gave her more as I felt her
clit rubbing against my famished tongue and her nectar dripping on my chin and
into my mouth. When I felt she was close to her orgasm, I penetrated her with
three fingers and pumped hard, rubbing the flesh walls of her core, trying to
give her as much friction as she needed.
She
grabbed the bedposts and went on riding on my face. I felt her stiffen and I
knew that was it for her. When she climaxed, she shouted my name. That was music
to my ears. She collapsed on me and her body was quivering for a while. I rolled
us both so that I’d be on top of her. I descended Xena’s body with my mouth
and reached her sexual center again.
After
I finished licking her entire sex thoroughly, so as not to lose a single drop of
Xena’s passion wetness, I started taking my fingers out of her, but she
grabbed my wrist.
"Stay
inside me, I love feeling you inside me." She whispered. I felt elated, and
obeyed her.
She
was lying on her side also now, and she was facing me. Without saying a word, I
snuggled into her. She gently stroked my sweaty face, my fingers still inside
her.
"Say
it to me again, Xena, one more time, please." I begged.
"I
love you, my angel." She said and smiled. I laid myself on top of her.
Feeling her breasts against mine.
"I’m
still hungry," I whispered in her ear and licked it.
"Me
too." she growled.
Before
I knew it I was on my back again and Xena was lying on top of me, her legs
between mine.
We
made love for five long candlemarks. The passion never subsided; it was just
that we’ve reached the point where we couldn’t move our bodies anymore due
to exhaustion. Xena cradled me in her arms like a small child. She gently
caressed my face with her free hand. We whispered words of love in each
other’s ears. We swore we would never leave each other. That was the best day
of my life.
I
remember the look on Ulysses face when Xena unlocked the door to the cabin. Both
Xena and I were decent but the sheets on the bed, the odor of our sex cream, our
passion, our sweat, and the expressions on our faces, left him no room for other
explanation... he knew we had made love. He didn’t say a word.
Since
that night, Xena and I were lovers. We weren’t afraid of telling each other
how we felt. The love we felt for each other was overwhelming and as for the
passion...well...in all the days that followed our first night of lovemaking,
not a day went by without us making love at least once. There were times we
wanted each other so badly we couldn’t wait
for
darkness to fall. We founded as secluded place as possible in the woods and
satisfied each other, sometimes without even taking our clothes off.
There
were times our lovemaking was slow, gentle and soft, and there were times it was
fast, hard, and rough. We’ve made love in every way known to man. Be that one
way or the other, every time Xena and I made love, I would tell her words I told
her the first time we made love. The words that invited her into my body and
into my soul, " Enter me, my Champion." She always did.
Each
night after long candlemarks of passion and love, she would spoon me, wrapping
my body with the warmth of her love.
********
A
knock on the door brought me back to reality.
"Enter,"
I said. The door opened and Chilapa came in.
"The
captain said the sea is calm and no storms are expected so we will get to
Britannia two days from now," she reported.
"Thank
you Chilapa," I said. I could tell she was restless I saw that there was
something bothering her.
"What’s
on your mind?" I asked.
"Oh,
it’s nothing, really," she said in a non-convincing tone.
"Do
you fear the possibility that Xena would capture us?" I questioned.
"Well
... yes," she answered. I wasn’t convinced yet but I’ve decided to let
it go. She’ll come to me when she is ready.
That
night, Chilapa stayed the night in my cabin as well.
The
next day, around the afternoon Chilapa was standing in my cabin. I sat on the
chair.
"Listen,"
I started. "I’m afraid too that Xena will catch us but there isn’t any
other choice"
"I
know," she answered.
"Well,
is there anything else?" I insisted.
"Yes
Gabrielle there is...however, I seriously doubt now is a good time to discuss
it."
"Let
me be the judge of that."
She
looked down at her boots.
"Well,"
she finally uttered. "It’s about my feelings," she started.
"What
about them? What feelings?"
"My
feelings towards you, Gabrielle." she continued still looking at her boots.
"What
feelings toward me Chilapa? What are you talking about?" It still hadn’t
hit me yet.
"Well,
I guess I’ll just say it then. I’m in love with you Gabrielle. I have been
for a long time now. You are an amazing woman. I never said anything before
because you and Xena were lovers." She paused.
I
was shocked at her confession. Truly, I had no idea. I knew now where was she
headed but I had to be sure.
"Go
on," I urged her.
"The
healer said there is practically no chance Xena will ever get her memory
back." She paused again, checking to see whether I was following her.
"And
you thought that since Xena is out of the way, that maybe you and I can become
lovers." I offered and stood on my feet, facing her locking my eyes onto
hers.
"I
didn’t mean right away, I know it will take some time for you to love me. I
know you hurt now and I know you miss her. But I’m here for you to comfort
you, to make her loss easier to deal with. And maybe in time you’ll love
me." I saw her love for me in her warm eyes. She was almost begging me to
open my heart to her and let her in. I did miss Xena terribly. At times I
thought I was losing my mind. I felt like I didn’t want to live anymore.
Waiting each day for Hades to put me out of my misery. Xena left me empty. She
left a huge void, an enormous void within me. I knew nothing , and no one will
ever be able to fill that void and I needed someone to fill it. But I knew no
one could...no one. I couldn’t therefore, mislead Chilapa. I mustn’t let her
believe there was any chance.
"I’m
so sorry Chilapa, but I can’t be with you. I have nothing to give you.
Everything I have is not mine to give, it’s hers...it always has been and
always will be...you see?"
"No,
I don’t Gabrielle." She answered. From the fear I sensed in her voice and
from the tears I saw starting to form in the corners of her eyes, I could tell
she understood. Nevertheless, I needed to be clearer. I knew I was hurting her
and it was tearing me apart, but for her own good I said:
"My
mind, my heart and my soul belong to Xena." Now I could clearly see the
tears steaming down her cheeks.
"And
your body?" I could barely hear her. I was hurting for her. I opened my
arms and pulled her to me and embraced her tightly.
"You
wouldn’t want it, I assure you," I answered. My heart was hurting for
her.
"I’ll
have everything you’re willing to give...Xena might kill us...I don’t want
to die without feeling you." Chilapa cried.
"Chilapa,
my desire, my fire and my passion are also hers. Should we have a sexual
encounter you would know that all of these things wouldn’t be because of you,
but because of her. It will be her image I’ll see in mind, and her body I’ll
give myself to and her name I’ll cry in ecstasy - not yours...besides I
don’t want anybody else but her...so you see, my body belongs to her.
"Chilapa tore herself from my arms and stormed out of my cabin, sobbing. I
blamed myself for that mess. Perhaps, I shouldn’t have asked her to sleep in
the same room with me. But there was no way I could see this coming.
The
next day, I noticed Chilapa was very formal with me. She started calling me
"my queen" again. I was sorry for that. I knew she’d do everything I
asked of her because I was her queen not because she was my friend. I felt I
lost her as my friend.
During
breakfast, Chilapa, Messelina and I sat and ate together.
"Within
three candlemarks or so we will reach Britannia, my queen." Messelina said.
"Once
we get there, we’ll go to Queen Bodesea’s fortress and warn her, then
we’ll ask her permission to stay in her fortress. That would give us the
chance to examine the fortress thoroughly. The more thorough examination we do,
the smoother the assassination will be." I said.
*********
"Blood
roses, blood roses...
I wanna suck you deep,
Sometimes you’re nothing but meat"
(Written
by Queen Xena)
I’m
writing this log because I want the known world to know my name. I want the
known world to fear and dread my name. Since I’m going to make history, I
might as well write it down as well. Besides, I have realized I suffer from
memory loss. I figured that around ten years worth of memory have been erased
from my head. I couldn’t find anyone who could tell me what had happened to me
for the past ten years. So, in order for it never to happen again, I’ve
decided to write down everything that happens to me from now on.
I’ve
arrived in Britannia two days earlier than I planned. I have decided I won’t
take the small villages via Britannia. It was a waste of time. The villages were
small and poor and feared me already. So, I figured heading straight to
Britannia was wiser, strategically speaking. Two spies I sent four days earlier,
informed me that Bodesea’s army was weak and had morale problems. They gave me
all the details I needed; Numbers, positions, weapons maps, the works. I took
only a quarter from my army so that I would mobilize faster. I knew that would
be enough to defeat Bodesea’s army, and I was right. I ordered my army to wait
three candlemarks before they charged on Britannia.
Three
candlemarks was all the time I needed in order to get to Bodecea’s fortress. I
wanted to get there in order to kill her. I knew the affect she had on her army,
so I needed something to break their fighting spirit, their morale. I also knew
a body doesn’t function without a head. After killing the guards on my way, I
burst into the main hall of the fortress where Bodesea was. I was surprised to
see her speaking to that Gabrielle woman. I drew out my sword and
Bodesea
drew hers. Our swords hit so hard, one could see the sparks. However, she was no
match for me and the battle was over soon after it began.
After
I took my sword out of Bodesea’s body, I looked at Gabrielle. She fell down on
her knees; she bowed her head and raised her hands as if to offer me to bind
them. I enjoyed watching her on her knees surrendering before me, because she
was an Amazon (I could tell by her clothes) and they rarely surrender. I admit
it looked suspicious to me.
"Gabrielle,
isn’t it?" I was so smug.
"Yes,
your highness." she retorted.
"So...An
Amazon no less...Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t kill you right
now."
"Not
just an Amazon, but Queen of the Amazons, your highness. You might find me
valuable. The Amazons will do anything in order to save their queen." She
answered. I still hesitated, I couldn’t decide whether to kill her or lock her
up in one of the dungeons. She picked up on my hesitation and so she added:
"I
have also known you for the past four years and there is noone who can tell you
more about those years you have no recollection of, than me," she said.
"Raise
your head." I commanded. She did as I ordered. I began to examine her. She
had beautiful emerald eyes and beautiful features. Her body was muscular, firm
and young... I could see her luscious round breasts since she was wearing only
an Amazon brown leather bra to her white skin. She must be a very talented and
experienced lover...being queen of the Amazons and all, she probably bedded lots
of Amazons...mmm...spring chickens, I thought to myself. I felt so much like
fucking her right then and there. Alas, I had all this business of war and
conquering Britannia going on, and I needed to stay focused.
"How
do you know me?" I demanded to know.
"We
used to travel together." She answered.
"I
don’t believe you. What would I do, traveling with an Amazon Queen?" I
shouted at her.
"It’s
true, we were friends." She answered in a low voice, almost a whisper.
"You
lying bitch, I know you’re lying ... I don’t have friends... aachh...that
word alone "friends" makes me feel sick to my stomach." In a
swift motion I knelt on one knee in front of her. Facing her, my nose almost
touching hers. I grabbed her chin with two fingers and squeezed it so strongly I
almost broke her jaw. " Lie to me and I’ll kill you...and careful,
Gabrielle, for I’ll know when you’re lying, I can smell liars." I
hissed and sniffed.
"I
swear to you I’m not lying, your highness." She answered. I haven’t
decided yet if I believed her or not but I knew for sure I was not going to kill
her... not till I was done with her. Not till I’d suck from her all the
pleasure I could possibly derive from her.
"Say,
Gabrielle, where are your Amazon warriors that came here with you?" I
asked, letting go of my grip and on my feet again.
"There
are none, your highness." She replied. Before she even finished her reply I
slapped her hard on her face, breaking the skin of her lips. I saw blood
dripping form her lower lip onto her chin and onto her neck.
"WHERE
ARE THEY?" I shouted.
"We’re
here." Two Amazons came from a secret door that looked like a very
non-suspicious wall. I’m sure they hadn’t seen it coming, but with one
immense blow of my sword I decapitated the blond one, Messelina, as I later
learned her name. One cannot believe the amount of blood splashing from a
decapitated body. Her blood splashed all over my face and clothes. I licked my
lips to taste her blood. Nothing tastes better than warm blood other than a
woman’s warm sex juices. I enjoyed a good kill, and killing an Amazon woman
was by far a great kill. I saw horror in Gabrielle’s eyes. She was so
terrified that she wet her skirt and made a puddle of urine beneath herself. I
couldn’t contain my laughter. The dark Amazon, Chilapa, tried to grab
Gabrielle and run, thinking I was distracted by Gabrielle’s little puddle. How
foolish of her. I took out my whip and rapped it around her ankles. She fell
down and cried out with pain.
At
that point one of my men entered the fortress’ hall and informed me that my
help was needed on the battlefield. I grabbed both my Amazon prisoners, and
easily found my way down to the dungeons. As we descended lower, the wall became
darker and more moist.. The air became cooler and mossy. A dim light came from
the torches that were hooked to the walls, the fire dancing, casting my shadow
on the walls. Gabrielle was weeping like an infant. I couldn’t believe she was
queen of the Amazons.
As
we finally arrived at the dungeon's cells, I threw Gabrielle in one cell and
Chilapa in the next. Between the two cells, there was a door of iron bars. I
have decided to let them be able to see one another and to speak to one another
so that I could gather as much information as possible. In Gabrielle’s cell,
there was this bed in the shape of an altar, made out of stone, and iron chains
in order to bind both hands and legs. I made Gabrielle lay on it and I bound her
with the chains. After I finished binding her, I leaned down to her and I
whispered in her ear, "Honey, please wait up for me." I could see the
terror in her eyes and the goose bumps on her skin. She looked so pathetic, like
a frightened little child. I burst into laughter and left her cell.
When
I returned to the main hall, I took my sword and decapitated Bodesea’s body.
After removing her head I pinned
it
on a spear and pinned the spear at the gates of the fortress. Within a few
candlemarks, my army, with me in the lead, butchered Bodesea’s poor excuse for
an army and I knew the throne was mine.
At
midnight I returned to the fortress. I was covered with blood and bits of human
skin and brain. I called upon the maid to draw me a bath. After a few moments, a
hot bath was ready for me. I entered it, soaking my aching muscles
in
the soapy water. I washed and scrubbed myself from all the filth of war that my
body caught. After I finished I called my maid again and she helped me get
dressed.
I
still had plenty of adrenaline in my blood so I’d decided I should go ahead
and pay a visit to my little blond prisoner. I ordered my maid to come with me
and bring with her a tray with fresh water, some bread and some cheese.
We
started going down what seemed like endless cases of stairs, until we finally
arrived at the cell.
"Leave
the tray on the floor and leave." I ordered her. She immediately did as I
ordered and left. Gabrielle was sleeping. I was both disappointed and glad.
Disappointed, because I was hoping she would wait for me, and glad because now I
had a reason to beat the shit out of her. I raised my right hand and slapped her
face as hard as I could.
"Rise
and shine, spring chicken, rise and shine!" I screamed and laughed. I was
hovering over her body now. The blow to her head was powerful; I was surprised
her head didn’t detach from her shoulders. Her eyes shot open and she looked
at me with terror.
"
You slept well, I trust..." She didn’t answer. I raised my arm again and
slapped her on the other cheek.
"Answer
me when spoken to.," I growled. Her face took a reddish color from my
slaps.
"Well
I hope you enjoy your stay in my humble fortress, Gabrielle, I know I intend to
enjoy your staying." She started weeping again.
"Save
your tears, little girl. Save your tears for someone who has mercy in her heart,
or for someone who has a heart for that matter." I said, as I was watching
her fighting back her tears. I freed her hands and legs from the chains and
pushed her up to a sitting position.
"Your
food is waiting for you on the floor. Go get it."
"Thank
you, your highness." She whispered and went towards the cell door.
"Be
advised, however, should you attempt to run away, have no doubt I’ll come
after you, and I will get you. Furthermore, I will kill your little friend in
the next cell, and that’s a promise." My snorting was accompanied by a
motion of slaying I did with my finger over my throat. Chilapa woke up and I saw
Gabrielle look at her.
"Can
I bring her some food as well, your highness?" she asked with a trembling
voice.
"Go
ahead. I’m not a monster, you know." I retorted. Gabrielle, after picking
up the tray from the floor, went to the other door with the iron bars that was
between their cells and passed the water and some bread and cheese to Chilapa.
Chilapa grabbed the food with both hands and literally stuffed her face.
Gabrielle sat back on the bed of stone and ate.
"So,
we used to travel together... eh?" I questioned.
"Yes,
your highness, we’ve been traveling together for the past four years."
She answered. I felt she didn’t lie. After all, my mother did ask me about her
so I guess I did know her.
"Where
and how did we meet?"
"I
first met you in my village, Poteidaia. You saved the villagers from a warlord
named Draco"
"What
do you mean, I saved the village, didn’t I rob it, killed all living?" I
was starting to get skeptical.
"No."
She answered. "When I met you that day you were already a good person, your
Highness... you had found a light in your heart... Hercules and I showed
you..." She retorted and for the first time after I entered her cell, she
looked at me.
"I
don’t believe you..." I gave her the look of death.
"I
swear it, your highness."
"I
don’t believe you... I have no heart, I have no soul...there is no light in
me, only darkness" I got so mad I felt I could rip her heart out while it
was still beating. I grabbed her and chained her.
"Enough
with the lies, little girl, enough with the talking. I want some action, and you
are going to give it to me!" I shouted. I don’t think that at this point
she knew what I was up to. But after I ripped her leather bra, exposing her
beautiful, soft breasts, it started to sink in.
"Or
should I say - give in to me?" I laughed and took the whip that was rolled
on a hook in the wall. I raised my hand with the whip and hit her with immense
force. She screamed with all the air in her lungs. I saw her white flesh rip
from the impact and blood coming off of her. I felt exhilarated. I felt my heart
racing and on my face a big smile stretched from ear to ear. I raised my hand
again and struck her again...The sound of the whip meeting her flesh made me
sizzle and her screaming of pain lifted me. I raised my hand and whipped her
again. A scream didn’t escape her mouth this time, for her teeth bit on her
lower lip tearing the flesh. Blood was dripping from her lip to her chin. I
leaned over and with a long stroke I licked the blood from her chin and lip.
"Stop
it... you twisted bitch...stop it...don’t touch her..." Chilapa shouted
hysterically, grabbing the bars with both hands and trying to break them down.
By the look she had on her face I knew she had the hots for her queen...So,
it’s going to be more exiting than I thought. With a quick motion, I swung the
whip around Chilapa’s neck and the bars so that she will be forced to see all
that was going on in Gabrielle’s cell.
I
went back to Gabrielle, and ripped both her skirt and her britches. The sight of
her blond curls and her wonderful pink nub set me on fire.
"You
are beautiful," I stated. "I want you to fuck me, Gabrielle," I
said with a lascivious look on my face.
"Please,
your Majesty, don’t." She begged between her sobs. I took off my dark
blue cloak and the velvet blue dress I had on. I took off my underwear and
finally my boots. I stood before her stark naked as she was. I approached her
like a tiger approaches its prey. I climbed up onto the bed of stone and
straddled her head. The look of her head between my thighs aroused me to no end.
I felt I was soaking wet.
She
tried to resist me, I’ll give her that, she foolishly tried to thrust her head
from side to side but I had her head set firmly between my thighs. She
hopelessly tried to move her hands and legs, tried to break free from the chains
but with no success
"Stick
out your tongue, little girl." I commanded. When I didn’t feel her tongue
on my clitoris I shouted to the top of my lungs "STICK IT OUT, I SAID...OR
I’LL KILL’YA BOTH!" The feel of sexual arousal not being satisfied and
the rage I felt for not being obeyed, made me feel insane. I felt I was about to
lose control. She stuck out her tongue and licked my clit.
"Harder."
I barked at her "Harder, little girl...show me what you can do." I
hissed. I wanted to come all over her face so badly that I started bucking
against her sweet tongue, riding her face violently. " Suck me, little
girl, lick my wetness." It felt so good and erotic I didn’t want it to
end. "Drink everything I give you...swallow my juices, little girl..."
Beneath
Chilapa’s screams, I could hear Gabrielle’s small crying voice, and her
repeated pleadings:
"No...Please,
I beg of you don’t do this to me, please, have mercy on my
soul...please...stop". I could feel her tears streaming onto my thighs.
"No
no no, you are allowed to speak only when I tell you, little girl." I said
while thrusting on her warm and wet tongue.
"
Say I taste good." I ordered.
"You...ta..."
she mumbled.
"What?
I can’t hear you, little girl." I growled.
"You
taste good, your majesty." She wailed like a wounded animal and went on
pleasuring me with her tongue.
I
looked down on her. I wanted to see her face while she was fucking me. My eyes
met hers, and upon eye contact, a strange feeling went through me. I can’t
explain what happened to me, but I could not look into her eyes...it didn’t
make me feel good...It was an unfamiliar feeling...One I knew I had never felt
before. The look she had...I saw that the light in her eyes was off.
Nevertheless, I desperately needed release, so I stepped down from her face and
unchained her -- all without looking at her face. I turned her around, so that
she would lie on her stomach, and chained her back. Her face turned to the
right. I laid myself on top of her, my sex against her ass, my breasts against
her back. I rested my head on hers, ear to ear, my face turned to the left,
opposite to her direction, for I couldn’t bear looking at her eyes. I was
facing Chilapa though, and it thrilled me. The pain and sorrow that was evident
on her face while she watched me fucking her queen, the woman she loved, ignited
me.
I
gagged Gabrielle’s mouth with my right hand so that I wouldn’t hear her
crying and pleading. My left hand found her center’s shaft and I plunged four
fingers inside her and I pumped her hard...In and out. It’s not that I wanted
her to come or anything, as a matter of fact, I couldn’t care either way,
it’s just that I knew that she’d resist me and would tighten her muscles. I
was right, Her body was tight and so was her ass, which was firm and hard. That
was great for me, because now I had all the friction I needed. I began rocking
my hips against her ass, rubbing my clit against it; smearing my wetness all
over her firm round ass- it was bliss.
I
moaned and growled louder and louder, thrusting my sex faster and faster. I was
very close to climaxing.
"Say
Chilapa, have you ever...had your Queen? Mounted her? Have you ever fucked her,
as I’m fucking her now?"
Chilapa
cried loudly now. Her eyes filled with tears, but I rejoiced, and my eyes
didn’t leave hers, they were piercing
"I
wanted to thank you for sharing her with me, she really is a great fuck." I
had a feeling these two were lovers. A vicious grin was spread on my lips.
"I
know you like it, being fucked by me...I know you want it, I know you love it...
I can tell ... little girl..." and with these words, a great orgasm hit me.
As it hit I pinned my teeth into Gabrielle’s shoulder, biting her flesh
forcefully. I rode it for as long as I could, screaming my brains out. After I
came down from my delicious, satisfying climax, I noticed there was silence.
Chilapa just stared at me. As for Gabrielle, for a minute there I thought I had
accidentally suffocated her to death, but I felt her breathing under me. Right
after I had dismounted her, Gabrielle puked her guts out. It was hilarious.
"You
are mine now, Gabrielle, all mine." I muttered. I picked up my dagger from
the floor and slowly carved the word XENA on Gabrielle’s back, after every
line carved, I cleaned the blood from her back with my hand, and then I licked
the blood from it. Then, I climbed up to the bed of stone again and stood over
my blond prisoner, one foot next to her right side the other next to the left. I
stuck out my hips a little and bent my knees a little and I started peeing on
Gabrielle’s sliced back. I knew my urine would make her feel as if her back
was on fire. I knew it would sting. I heard her wailing weakly, like a wounded
little puppy. Once I was done, I jumped down the bed stone, and put on my
clothes.
I
leaned down towards Gabrielle’s ear and whispered in her ear. "I knew the
Amazons didn’t give you the right of caste for nothing, sweetheart...you did
great." I smirked and lightly spanked her ass in satisfaction.
"Good
night, girls. Sweet dreams." I chuckled as I exited the cell.
I
went up the endless staircase, entered the main hall and then retired to my new
bedchamber, passing through my two guards posted at the door. Finally I was
alone. I took off my clothes and lay down on my bed. I haven’t slept in three
nights and I was dead tired. Be that as it may, as I closed my eyes I saw
Gabrielle’s eyes in my mind. That look that she had in her eyes while I fucked
her...it made me feel uneasy...I couldn’t shake either my feelings or her
eyes. I didn’t know what to make of it. I knew It wasn’t remorse, guilt or
shame...could it be compassion? I shook that thought from my head... I am not a
compassionate woman. It took me a while, but I fell asleep eventually.
***********
Tori
Amos
She
caught me. She caught me trying to warn Bodesea. What was I thinking? I should
have known. What makes her such a great warrior, aside from her wit, battle
skills and foresight, is her ability to be unpredictable. For some stupid reason
I thought I could actually kill her, and thanks to my stupidity, Messelina is
dead and Chilapa lost her mind. As for me...I can’t even begin to describe
what I have lost, what she has taken from me. I feel like an empty shell with
nothing in me. I feel like my own shadow. I don’t care much about the beatings
or the whippings, true, it was a torture, but nothing can compare to the other
thing she did to me, nothing. The bruises will heal and the pain would fade
away, but the scars she left on my soul will remain there forever.
I
don’t believe I will ever forgive her for what she did to me.
I
remember seeing her in my cell, all dressed up in blue velvet, with strings of
gold attached. She was viciously breathtaking. My face was hurting like Tartarus
from her slaps and all I could think, was how damn gorgeous she looked, with
that blue velvet that brought out the color of her eyes.
I
remember seeing her raising her hand that held the whip and whipping me with no
mercy. The pain was unspeakable. I thought I was going to die.
The
funny thing was, even after she ripped of my skirt and britches, I didn’t
believe she would...do that to me, not the woman I love. But very soon I knew
exactly what she wanted. I tried begging her, but it was no use. Somewhere at
the back of my head I kept telling myself. Don’t worry, Gabrielle, she won’t
do anything evil to you, she is not a complete monster, you know her...When she
took off her clothes a new realization crashed into my mind...She will
I
looked at her naked body, how I missed that beautiful, divine, pleasuring and
loving body of hers. I desperately wanted her to touch me, to kiss and embrace
me, despite my acknowledging the fact she wasn’t the person I used to know and
love. At first I thought to myself, even though she is not the woman I used to
know, I could pretend in my mind she was. Alas, a very important point slipped
my mind, she wasn’t about to give me - she was about to take from me.
I
remember her straddling my face, I remember her scent...That familiar odor I
couldn’t get enough of. My battle had begun. The hardest, most difficult
battle I ever fought, by far the worst yet. I tried to resist her, but I felt
like I wasn’t resisting hard enough. I wanted her to take me. I wanted her to
leave me alone, I wanted to pleasure her, and I wanted to hurt her. I wanted to
suck her. I wanted her to get off of me. I wanted ... I didn’t know what I
wanted.
I
remember her yelling at me. Yelling those disgusting horrible words at me. I
tried to play a tune in my head so that I wouldn’t hear her, but failed
miserably. I remember her taste, and her riding on my face. I wanted to die. I
imagined I was some place else, far from Britannia, in Poteidia, away from her.
My mind wanted her to stop, my heart and soul wanted her to stop, but my body
begged of her to go on.
I
remember her suddenly stopping, right after that brief moment our eyes met. I
didn’t know what happened. I knew she was close to the edge, after all. I had
made love to her countless times in the past; I knew her body like I knew my
own. She got off my face; she unchained me, rolled me over onto my stomach and
lay on my back. The sensation of feeling her entire body all over mine was
incredible. Her head was pressed against mine. I felt she was so close to me.
Just when my body needed her to enter it, she plunged her fingers inside my
opening and invaded me. I was afraid...afraid she might feel I was soaking
wet...afraid she would notice that my body wanted her, desired her. My inner
battle became harder. I thought I was going crazy, I seriously feared my soul
wouldn’t survive this battle. The mind was weak and the body was willing.
Soon, I felt her rocking on my ass, thrusting violently against it. I felt she
was about to come, by the way she rocked and the sounds she made.
Thank
the gods she gagged my mouth, otherwise she would have heard my moans and my
cries as I climaxed with her. Thank the gods she was so caught up with her own
pleasure she was blind to mine. After I climaxed I felt my soul leave my body as
if it couldn’t stand the presence of my beastly, lustful veil and wretched
body. I hated myself for coming. I was so ashamed and disgusted with myself that
I vomited as soon as she got off me.
When
she carved her name on my body, I didn’t resist, and I didn’t cry, I merely
wailed. I didn’t wail because of the pain and disfiguring she inflicted on my
body, but because of my tormented, helpless soul. She wasn’t aware of it, but
she punished my body for enjoying. My body was being punished the way I wanted
it to be punished. Had she not hurt it the way she did, I would have hurt it
myself with my own two hands. I was also grateful for the gnawing mark she left
on my shoulder.
There
are no words to describe how humiliated I felt when she urinated on me. But I
felt like I deserved it for enjoying her touch. A humiliating ministration to a
well-deserved and wretched body.
After
she finally left, I looked at Chilapa. The poor girl started mumbling like a
raving lunatic. I couldn’t understand, at first, what she was saying, but at
last I figured it out. She was saying "It’s coming for our souls, It
wants us, it’ll get us, it’s winning." By "it" she meant her.
Chilapa’s eyes were running everywhere, everywhere other than at me. I knew it
was beyond my power and ability to help her at this time, I didn’t think I was
all there, myself.
I’m
trying so hard not to hate her, trying to convince myself it’s not the woman I
fell in love with, the woman that loved me. That she has some goodness within
her. I don’t know who was winning, my hatred or my love, all I knew was that
throughout everything I just wrote, I couldn’t bring my self to write down her
name ...not even once.
(Written
by Queen Xena)
I
woke up in the middle of the night. I felt that unbelievable urge to go down
stairs to my blond prisoner. I wanted to see her. I couldn’t explain it but
she made me feel weird. I got out of my large bed. I didn’t bother wearing my
clothes. I went down in my night shift. When I got there, I freed Chilapa’s
head from the bars. I didn’t want her to break her neck should she fall
asleep, because she was still useful to me. I could threaten her life and
Gabrielle, Queen of the Amazons, would do everything I wish. Chilapa crawled up
in the distant corner of her cell and fell asleep. I could tell she was, because
she finally shut up.
Then
I went to Gabrielle. When I open her cell’s door, the stench of urine, vomit,
sex and sweat, attacked my nostrils. I felt like I was about to puke or
something. Amazingly, she was awake. I unchained her and rolled her on her back.
She wouldn’t look at me.
"I
think you need some stitches," I muttered and picked her up in my arms and
carried her to my bedchamber. I didn’t want her to die of infection because I
wasn’t done with her yet. Once I got to my bedchamber I lowered her down to a
chair and rang for my maid.
"Draw
me a hot bath." I commanded. She went and did as I ordered and she filled
the bathtub in my bedchamber with hot, steamy water.
"Take
off her boots." I ordered my maid. My maid obeyed, knelt before Gabrielle
and took of her boots.
"Now
leave me alone." After I heard my bedchamber door close, I turned to
Gabrielle.
"
Get in the tub." I said. I saw her slowly stand up and walk with the
smallest of steps towards the tub. Her legs were shaking so wildly; it looked
like the slightest drift could knock her down. She looked like a little
fledgling, with her small, shaky and beaten body and her yellow head. She looked
so fragile.
When
she reached the tub, she stopped.
"What’s
the matter?" I asked.
"I
can’t get in by myself, I need help." She said with an apologizing tone.
I approached her and offered her my arm for support. She grabbed my arm and
slowly got into the tub. She sat inside, closed her eyes and a small moan
escaped her lips. After a few minuets she opened her eyes, took soap and started
cleaning up her body from all the filth that was stuck to it.
I
rang my maid again and ordered her to bring me certain healing herbs. She
brought them to me and I excused her. I stared at Gabrielle, without her
catching my gaze. She looked so beautiful and graceful indeed. The way she was
touching herself, running her small hands over her body...it was sensual and
erotic and sent me ablaze with passion.
I
wanted to take her again. Before I even moved towards her she looked deep into
my eyes, and the passion that was nesting in my loins faded away. What in
Tartarus is happening to me? I was so frustrated I felt like killing something.
I then began to realize I could never take her again the way I did. That notion
upset and bothered me. That whirlpool of feeling almost threw me off balance, so
I fought those thoughts.
"So,
you said we used to travel together..." I encouraged her to talk, to tell
me all the things I couldn’t remember.
"Correct,
your highness, I wanted to get out of Poteidia and you were willing to take me
with you, to show me the world." She said and went on soaping her body.
"We
traveled and did what?" I asked.
"I’m
afraid if I’ll tell you, your highness, you wouldn’t believe me and punish
me." She whispered.
"Tell
me!" I ordered louder, beginning to lose the already small amount of
patience I had.
"
We roamed the countryside, doing good deeds, helping people." She answered
trembling all over her body, waiting for the blow.
"What
happened to Borias? "
"He
was killed by Dagnon and your maid, Setrina, helped him." She answered. I
couldn’t believe my ears. I wasn’t surprised she knew Borias and Dagnon,
after all, they were well-known warlords, but my personal maid Setrina, how
could she know about her?
"How
do you know about Setrina?"
"We
met her, don’t you remember...she had an army...she poisoned the food... You
told me about her..." Her tone was as if she was trying to steer up my
memory. She went on.
"You
told me that she delivered your son, Solan." She said. I was shocked.
"Solan."
my voice drifted.
"You
told me about him too, we also went to visit him at the Centaur’s land."
She went on, amazing me. No one but me knew about Solan. At that point I knew
she wasn’t lying. I realized we must have been really close, if she knew about
him. It meant I trusted her. All these revelations made me speechless and
amazed. I just couldn’t understand
"Are
you done?" I asked.
"Yes,
your highness." She answered and stood up. I watched the water dripping
from her naked form. I handed her my arm for support and she grabbed it and
climbed out of the bathtub.
"You
need to clean your wounds with these herbs." I instructed her and gave them
to her. She took them and started rubbing them on the sore areas on her body.
"Sit
down. I’ll stitch you up." She sat down. "It’s going to
hurt." I warned her. She nodded. I took the needle between my fingers and
stitched her up. She didn’t make a sound, though the agony was evident on her
face.
"You’re
a big brave girl, now, aren’t ya?" I mocked her, and she lowered her gaze
to her feet. That is so easy. What kind of an Amazon Queen is she anyway?
"I’m
done." I informed her. I gave her a clean leather bra and a matching skirt.
She got dressed up and put on her boots. I ordered one of my guards to go down
to Gabrielle’s cell and clean up all the mess.
"I’m
taking you back to your cell in a short while." I notified her.
"May
I ask..." before she even finished her sentence I launched my fist to her
jaw knocking her and the chair she was sitting on, down to the floor.
"Speak
only when spoken to." I reminded her, emphasizing each word and continued,
"Now, was there something you wanted to ask me?" I queried.
"Why
do you care about me? Why did you clean and stitch me?" she asked, rubbing
her jaw.
"Are
you delusional, little girl? I don’t care about you, I do however, want to
keep you alive. See, a spy of mine informed me that the Amazon’s army is going
to come to Britannia tomorrow and try rescue you." I explained. "Why
on earth would you think I care about you?" At that point my guard returned
to my bedchamber and told me that the cell was clean. I put my hand on
Gabrielle’s neck and squeezed a little harder to secure my grip and headed
down stairs.
"These
precious things
Let
them break, let them wash away"
From Gabrielle’s
Scrolls
After
being chained back to the bed of stones and Xena’s departure, I could finally
start analyzing what went on in her bedchamber.
I
was shocked and terrified when I saw her back in my cell. I feared her return.
When she unchained me, I was afraid she would take me again. When I felt her
grip beneath my knees and back, and my body being lifted, I thought maybe she
would kill, me and I was being carried by angels to the other side. I didn’t
say a word. While in her arms I glanced briefly so that she wouldn’t notice I
was watching her. Her face was frozen, her gaze aimed ahead. Finally we got to
her bedchamber and she ordered a hot bath to be drawn for me.
My
body was broken and my spirit tormented. On one hand, I wanted to clean my body
from today’s events, but on the other hand I didn’t want to wash away
Xena’s scent. I was standing close to the edge of the tub and couldn’t make
up my mind. Should I or shouldn’t I wash her away from me? While standing
there I remembered that often, after
Xena
and I finished a love session, I wouldn’t wash my hands so that, during the
day, whenever I wanted to smell her passion I would raise my fingers to my nose
and inhale. Her harsh voice brought me back from my little mental stroll.
With
a human gesture she helped me in the tub. I washed myself, reluctantly or not.
Then I saw that look I knew so well, the look she had when she wanted me. That
look she gave me, however, had evil in it. There wasn’t just passion, there
was also hideousness. Without thinking, by reflex I looked into her eyes,
somehow, I knew it would keep her away from me, and it did.
She
started asking me questions. When I mentioned Solan’s name I knew I threw her
off a bit, she was probably surprised to learn I knew about him. I didn’t dare
tell her what happened to him. There was no telling what she might do once she
found out my daughter killed her son. Then she stitched me. I kept forgetting
she was not the woman I used to know and love, and stupidly asked her, why she
cared for me. I’m sure she got a real kick out of that one...
She
told me her spy spotted my army close to Britannia. I didn’t know what to do
but I had to save their lives. There is no one on earth that is a worthy
opponent for Xena, not even my Amazons. I had to find a way to save them.
I
had to find a way to bring down Xena. Nothing else mattered. I know now she is
not the woman I fell in love with but a beast, a monster that had to be either
killed or tamed. How does one tame a killer beast? How do I teach it to feel and
love? I have to tell her everything that we have been through together. Well not
at first, for there are certain things that I know I shouldn’t tell her, the
kind of things that require trust, and she doesn’t trust anyone.
For
once, I must not tell her anything personal about my feeling or myself.
Otherwise she’ll get inside my head and I don’t need her inside my head. She
is a smart one...she is too smart. But I am better with words than she, I am the
bard, after all and I can try and manipulate her and thus tame her. I also know
things about her and things that happened to her that she doesn’t, so I have a
small edge over her. I must use that advantage wisely.
Furthermore,
I can’t tell her that she and I used to be lovers. She’ll use it as
ammunition to destroy me. She’ll feast on the notion. I know she would.
It
will not be easy, for she doesn’t remember either Hercules or me. There is no
one that had softened her a bit, before me, at least no one that she can
remember. I am on my own against the ruthless predator. I should bear in mind
that she only understands words like power, control and fear. This is the
language she speaks and understands, and so I must talk to her in the language
she understands. I will not show mercy. I have to be strong and beat her at her
own game. I mustn’t fear her.
I
have to make her fall in love with me all over again, from the beginning.
(Written
by Queen Xena)
At
dawn, the Amazons began their attack on Britannia, my domain. I must hand it to
them; they put up quite a fight. I was on the battlefield killing young, strong
Amazons with my sword and chakram with one thought on my mind. What a waste,
killing them like this instead of fucking them. At some point they retreated in
order to regroup. I let my army make camps and rest as well. During that time,
an Amazon approached my camp. Her hands were in the air and she announced that
she didn’t carry weapons with her. I walked to her and faced her. She told me
she was the acting queen. She said she came to Britannia in order to save their
Queen, Gabrielle, and that they are willing to trade half of their lands for
her. In light of her offer I declared a temporary truce and invited the acting
queen to my fortress in order to discuss it. I could use some land over in
Greece, especially Amazon land, I thought to myself, however, Gabrielle was
valuable to me too, as she was the only person who could tell me about my past
ten years.
We
entered my fortress, and into its main hall. I sent two of my guards to go fetch
Gabrielle. They did as I ordered and within a few minutes Gabrielle was in the
main hall as well.
Upon
seeing Gabrielle’s face and body I saw terror on the acting queen’s face.
"Gabrielle,
surely you know Manilla, the acting queen of your tribe?" I introduced.
"Yes
I do, your majesty." She answered.
"Manilla
here has a proposition for me, Gabrielle. She wants to trade you for half of
Amazon lands... What do you think, little girl, are you worth it?" I asked,
knowing that there is nothing more humiliating for a ruler than being mocked in
front of her subjects.
"As
a matter of fact, your highness, I am still Queen of the Amazons. Manilla is not
authorized to make such agreements. I will not allow half of the Amazon lands to
come as an exchange for my life. These lands are vital to the Amazons. As for
the Amazon army, I command you to retreat to our land, leave Britannia at
once!" She ordered Manilla. Her commanding voice and the determined look
darting out of her eyes took me by surprise.
"But,
my queen, I can’t leave you...." Manilla started but when Gabrielle’s
"ruling look" pierced her eyes, she bowed her head and submissively
said, "Yes, my queen."
Within
several candlemarks the Amazons left my land and by dusk I was back in my
fortress. After I had cleaned up, I ordered some food, and Gabrielle to be
brought to my bedchamber. I was already sitting at the table, eating, when my
guards entered with her.
"Sit
down, Gabrielle." I said without looking at her, while I was cutting the
extra raw meat lying on my plate. Gabrielle took her seat across the table,
facing me.
"
Tell me what happened after we left Potedaia." I said and stuck the blood
dripping meat inside my mouth.
********
For
the past two moons or so, I can’t tell exactly because it’s difficult to
track time in the dungeon. Xena has summoned me to her bedchamber every evening
around dinner time to hear me tell the stories of our traveling together. We
almost always talked till midnight.
She
let me talk freely. She didn’t ask any questions while I was talking. She just
sat in front of me and listened.
I
told her everything that we had been through together. The people we met, the
friends we’d made, the evil we fought and so on... Well, not everything... I
didn’t tell her about Solan. I didn’t tell her about my marriage to Perdicus,
about my jealousy attack over Lao-Ma and my betrayal. I tried as hard as I could
not to make the impression that she and I were lovers, or loved each other so
much. It was a very difficult, almost impossible task, for everything we did, we
did for each other. Love and devotion was evident even in the smallest of
gestures. I told her about our trip to India and about Eli. About what happened
in Rome and about Caesar and the crucifixion. I told her about what happened in
heaven and in hell after we passed over. However, I didn’t tell her anything
about what Naima said, regarding us being
Around
the time I was telling her about our adventures, I tried to attend to Chilapa
during the days. She was in a terrible state. It seemed as if she was living in
her own world, totally detached from reality. She needed a healer but Xena
couldn’t care less. I tried asking Xena to send for her healer but all I got
from her was a brutal assault on my back with a staff. I learned never to speak
the name "Chilapa" to her.
(Her
majesty’s maid)
Getting used to being the new Queen of Britannia’s personal maid was the hardest task I’ve ever been subjected to. My former mistress, Queen Bodesea, was a gentle and kind woman, loved by her subjects. However, Queen Xena...well, saying she is quite the opposite is a gross understatement. On her first day of ruling, she issued an act that every household in Britannia had to give her three quarters of its weekly production as tax. Most households in
Britannia
could not afford to give her one-quarter without living in poverty. The sight of
hungry, crying, neglected children in the villages didn’t penetrate the iron
walls she has around her heart, assuming she had one. All she cared about was
having as many dinars as she could possibly get her hands on, in order to
purchase more weapons and men for her army.
People
tried to hide their products from her soldiers in very creative ways, I might
add. But her majesty is not a fool, mind you. She had spies amongst the
villagers. Whenever she caught a villager hiding his products from her she would
execute him and his entire family out in the street for everyone to behold.
At
first, I didn’t understand why she would kill an entire family for the wrongs
of one of it’s members. But after a few days I figured it out. Family members
started pouring into her fortress snitching on their own flesh and blood about
hiding products from her. She would reward them with food and execute the ones
that disobeyed her. It was the worst
But
that’s not the worst of her doings. Innocent people started disappearing
during the night. The people who disappeared were the ones who tried to rebel
against her and her tyranny. The villagers would find their loved ones
butchered. Almost to a point beyond recognition, with their internal organs,
minus their hearts and livers, scattered around their bodies. It was a horrific
sight. Sometimes children were the ones to discover those ghastly remains. Lots
of them, poor babies, lost their ability to speak and remained mute - pacified
by fear.
I
knew it was her majesty’s handwork, for no one other than herself was capable
of such a monstrosity. At first I didn’t understand when and how she did it.
Every night, around midnight, I would peek into her bedchamber door and see two
guards escorting that blonde prisoner of hers back to her cell. I would remain
awake throughout the night, peeking at her chamber door. I didn’t see her come
out, not even for a brief moment. I knew her bedchamber well, for it used to
belong to my former mistress. I knew it only had one secret passage located
inside her closet that leads to the room next door. I checked it out too, but I
never saw her leave the next room either.
One
night, as I was wracking my brain over it, I played with the idea that maybe she
left through her bedchamber’s window. I know it sounds crazy for it is
incredibly high, and at night, when it’s so dark and misty, no one in their
right mind would dare go out that window. But then again, her majesty is far
from being in her right mind, and so that night, I peeked from my own bedchamber
window that is placed next to hers. My heart pounded wildly, and my palms were
soaking wet with cold sweat. I didn’t dare think what would become of me
should she catch me. I saw her head sticking out of her window. I couldn’t
believe my eyes. She climbed out, head first, like a giant lizard creeping down
the wall. I rubbed my eyes in disbelief; as she went down the fortress wall with
her head closer to the ground than her legs. Her physical strength is inhuman
and a source for legends. She went down quickly and skillfully and vanished in
the misty dark night.
I
remember the day she captured her blond prisoner, Gabrielle. I first saw
Gabrielle after her majesty carried her into her bedchamber. By the look and the
smell of her I knew without a shadow of a doubt that the queen had sexually
molested her. It was such a terrible sight. Gabrielle looked broken and
lifeless, my heart went out to her. I couldn’t shake the horror of that poor
young girl, so I told the cook what I saw.
She
controlled people by sheer fear. So much so, that if little children didn’t
behave themselves, parents would threaten them that Xena would come to get them
if they wouldn’t start behaving properly. It worked like a charm every single
time.
There
were very few people that ever saw her face to face. Most people only knew her
by reputation. That, and the way she ruled, made a perfect atmosphere for
rumors. Some think she eats the hearts and livers she extracts from her victims.
Some say she is a bacchae. Some believe she is a demon that escaped hell. And
some think she is Medusa’s daughter. One rumor has it that she keeps a young
boy she kidnapped form one of the villages and starves him, and when ever she
fancies a meal she lets him taste her food in order to check for poison. I know
for a fact, it’s true.
I
guess the rumor about her majesty raping her female prisoner, was one of the
fastest to travel. That little truth gave birth to lots of rumors about her
majesty, during her nightly escapades, raping her subjects’ young daughters.
Well, I can neither confirm nor deny.
The
truth of the matter is, I know this woman. I come in contact with her every
single day. I saw the torture she inflicted on that poor blond prisoner of hers,
and even I do not have a word for what she is.
From
The Queen of Britannia’s Log
(Written
by Queen Xena)
Unlike
the previous nights where I summoned my prisoner to my bedchamber, this night I
came down to have a little visit with her in her cell. As I entered, I saw her
on her knees next to the door of bars that was between Chilapa’s cell and
hers. Chilapa was pressing herself tight against the bars. Gabrielle cupped
Chilapa’s face with her hands, gently caressing her, soothing her with warm
words and a beautiful smile.
"WHAT
IS THIS I SEE?" I yelled and grabbed Gabrielle and threw her across her
cell.
"I
knew it was a mistake letting you off the bed of stones, I should have kept you
tied down."
I
wasn’t done with her, not by a long shot. I rushed over to her and picked her
up from the ground and slammed her against the wall. I took the whip that was
rolled on a hook in the wall and started whipping her again with all the power I
had, but that wasn’t enough. I wanted to feel her flesh being torn beneath my
fingers. I darted my iron fists into her ribs. I could hear her bones cracking
inside. Chilapa in the next cell started screaming like an hysterical monkey,
jumping up and down, grabbing the bars. However, Gabrielle didn’t make a
sound.
"I
should have known better than to leave two Amazon cunts on the loose." I
hissed. I didn’t know exactly what it was that pissed me off about seeing
Gabrielle stroking Chilapa’s face, but it boiled my blood. I guess I
considered Gabrielle as my property and couldn’t stand the thought of someone
else putting her hands on my merchandise.
Gabrielle
collapsed to the ground holding her stomach with both hands. By the looks of it,
it seemed as if she suffered an excruciating pain. I picked her up and tied her
hands to a pair of shackles that were hooked to the walls in a crucifixion
position. I tore her leather bra and cupped one palm in those luscious breasts
of hers, and the other one to cover her eyes.
"YOU
FUCKIN’ COWARD!" She shouted at me. "LOOK ME IN THE EYES WHEN
YOU’RE RAPING ME!" I couldn’t believe my ears. I instantly took my hand
from her green eyes and looked at her with amazement. It took me a few moments
to get myself together and understand what had just happened.
"What’s
the matter Xena, are you an impotent? Can’t you fuck me while looking into my
eyes? Some warrior you are, letting a little woman like me control your desires.
You are pathetic, you are a scared lonely pathetic woman, and you make me
sick." I saw power and loathing in her eyes, I could see how much she
despised me.
"I
can’t believe what a small woman you are, little scared woman, a WEAK
woman." Her voice never trembled.
"You’re
nothing but a poor excuse for a warrior. I can’t believe your soldiers and
subjects fear you. If only they saw what I have seen...can’t bring her self to
fuck a woman without blind folding her." She spat her poisonous words right
in my face. I slapped her hard on the face, so hard her head violently
jerked. When she came out of it, she spat in my face and kept on grinning.
"You
fucking impotent...can’t look me in the eyes..." she burst into laughter
all over again.
"I
see you’ve lost you’re mind, just like your little friend here." I
tried desperately to retaliate her insults. Beating the shit out of her wasn’t
working anymore.
"My
mind is clearer than ever, Xena, it’s not as clouded and addled as yours"
She answered back. I couldn’t believe she dared challenge me, answering back
to me. No one has ever dared to. I kicked her legs, almost breaking them.
"Tell
me Xena, what made you such a bitch?"
"Shut
the fuck up!" I lost it. I frantically pounded on her head with my fists,
as if I was possessed. She started bleeding and lost consciousness. Her body
went limp, her weight burdening her wrists. She looked lifeless. Blood was
covering her face. I wish I hadn’t beaten her so damn hard. I freed her hands
from the shackles and carried her up to my bedchamber. I washed the blood from
her body with a wet cloth. I hoped I didn’t cause her any permanent damage. I
stitched her wounds and put some healing materials on her body to prevent
infection and to ease her pain. She slept throughout the night in my bed. I set
on a chair next to the bed watching over her.
I
didn’t understand my behavior. Why do I care? I realized I did care about her.
There was no way around it anymore. I did not just covet her body. I felt I
needed more. I was feeling more. What am I saying? What "more" is
there other than lust?
At
noon she finally opened her eyes. I knew she was having an agonizing headache. I
offered her a mug of water and brought it to her swollen lips. She could barely
handle her water.
"Would
you like something to eat?" I asked her as gently as I could.
"No
thank you, Xena, I don’t think I’m capable of eating right now. I’m in too
much pain." she retorted.
"You
are not allowed to address me by my first name, prisoner. Am I making myself
clear?" I hissed and leaned down towards her looking into her eyes looking
for fear.
"Crystal
clear Xena, but I don’t care how you allow me to address you. I will address
you the way I see fit. I can’t address you as "your highness" when I
think you’re such a low life creature. I am not afraid of you. What’s the
worst you can do to me that you haven’t already done? Kill me? I wish you
would. Kill Chilapa? The poor soul is probably better off dead anyway. Rape me?
You’ve already done that and I survived. Besides, I don’t think you
can..."
Where
the hell did she get the nerve to talk to me this way? I was puzzled.
"Very
well then, we’ll have it your way, you are free to talk to me anyway you wish
and I’m free to beat the life out of you anyway I wish," I declared.
"Agreed."
she answered. She tried to sit up higher on the pillows and I gave her a hand.
"You might find out it is more pleasurable to talk to me rather then
beating me." She said and smiled. That smile on her face lighted the
bedchamber brighter than the sun.
"Very
well then. " I started. "From your stories I could learn that you and
I were very close friends." I continued and then paused.
"And?"
she tried to squeeze my question out of me.
"I
was wondering why you risked your life for me? Why were you willing to put up
with everything I’ve put you through? " I asked.
"Because
I cared about you and that’s what best friends do." She simply said.
"You
do realize though, that the friend you once saw in me, she is gone forever.
Don’t try looking for her in me, you won’t find her." I assured her
with total conviction.
"I
know." She breathed. After a few moments of silence I started asking her,
"Who was..."
"Oh
no, Xena, now it’s my turn." She said playfully and smiled again.
What’s going on here? I’m starting to get hung up on every smile she gives
me...What In the world?" Before I could finish my thought, she hit me with
a question that left me speechless.
"What
pleasure do you derive from inflicting pain on people? What need do you serve by
killing? What does it do for you, the blood? The terror in your victim’s eyes?
The control? Watching an agonizing human being?" she questioned.
"All
of the above." I smirked, feeling very good about myself until I saw the
look she gave me.
"Why
are you so proud of yourself? Any idiot can terrorize people. I’ll admit you
are doing a great job of it but almost anyone can do it." She explained.
The smirk I had on my face just moments ago faded away.
"Who
was your lover?" I demanded to know. I had a gut feeling that that Chilapa
bitch was.
"I
have never had any lover." She answered. I tried my best to find signs she
was lying; swallowing saliva; sweating; voice trembling. I couldn’t tell for
sure...
"You’re
lying to me. You do realize there is a very simple way to check whether you’re
a virgin or not?" I asked and brought my face closer to her.
"I’m
not lying." She insisted, not a bit timid from my threat.
"Let
me get this straight. You’re telling me that you are Queen of the Amazons and
never had a lover? Do I look like a fool to you?" I was starting to feel as
if a new tempest of wrath was about to break loose and befall Gabrielle.
"I’m
not lying." She said without a shadow of fear.
"Isn’t
Chilapa your lover? I see a puppy dog gaze whenever she looks at
you...well...looked at you...unfortunately she is not with us anymore." I
couldn’t contain a wicked grin.
"I
believe she is in love with me, but I’m not in love with her." She looked
into my eyes when she said it and in her steady voice I could hear sincerity.
The fact that I felt relieved started to throw me off balance a little.
"You
mean you’re a virgin?" It just seemed so far fetched to me that a woman
like her never had a lover, not even once.
"Why
is it so important to you?" She inquired.
"It’s
nice to know I was your first, then." I said with a beaming smile, knowing
the night I raped her was a night she would never forget. She shivered and
looked away and I immediately regretted bringing that up. "Listen, I am
willing to put you in the next bedchamber instead of the cell in my
dungeons." I said without knowing from where that outburst of generosity
came.
"Thank
you Xena, but I prefer staying in my cell. I can’t leave Chilapa all alone
down there." she politely declined my offer.
"By
all means, stay in your cell" I answered. I rose up and called my guards to
escort her to her cell.
The
next morning I woke up with the urge to go see Gabrielle again. I was in awe of
her. She dared to stand up to me. She had courage. She was by far one of the
bravest people I’d ever seen. She was my prisoner. She couldn’t run away
from me, she was at my mercy, and I could easily break her in two. Nevertheless,
she dared speak to me the way she did last night, without a shred of fear. She
intrigued me.
As
I came down the stairs I detected two voices from afar. One was a voice of a
male and the other was a voice of a young female. The closer I got, the clearer
it appeared to me that these were the voices of my guard Midaicus and Gabrielle.
I stood still and eavesdropped on their conversation. Apparently Midaicus and
his wife had a fight.
Gabrielle
did her best trying to understand what the fight was about. He told her he
cheated on his wife. He told her his wife had found out about his little
adventure and confronted him about it. I didn’t really care about Midaicus’
problems and indiscretions. I did, however, want to hear Gabrielle’s marital
advice, particularly since she didn’t have any experience in that field.
Gabrielle told him that his wife probably felt that she couldn’t trust him
anymore and that it required a lot of hard work and that he would have to prove
himself worthy of her trust. She also said it would take some time until the
trust they once had is restored. Midaicus asked Gabrielle where she obtained
such wisdom, considering her young age. I kept my ears peeled for I wanted to
know her answer to this one. I was stunned when I heard what Gabrielle told him
next. She told him that she once had a lover whom she loved more than life
itself. She
I
didn’t hear what she said next to him. I had only one coherent thought in my
mind. Gabrielle lied to me...she dared to lie to me...she told me she never had
a lover and it turns out she had...I heard it from the horse’s mouth. I could
feel my blood pounding in my ears and my fists became rock hard. She is going to
pay for it. I’ll make her pay for it. I’ll make her suffer like she’s
never suffered before. Like no man has ever suffered before. I almost feel sorry
for her. I proceeded to her cell.
"Leave."
I ordered Midaicus. He rushed away as if Hades was on his trails. I looked at
her. She stood frozen and didn’t breathe and her face was whiter than snow.
"I
am so sorry..." She began but I didn’t let her finish. I gave her an
immense blow to her stomach. She curled in agony and sank onto her knees.
"Oh...
you have no idea..." I hissed and grabbed her by her arm and dragged her on
the floor like a mop to the wall with the shackles hanging from it. I chained
both her hands and legs. She was in a spread eagle position against the wall. I
took out my chakram and threw it. It missed her left ear by a mere inch.
"Who
was he?" I demanded to know.
"
I will never tell you her name!" she defied me.
"Her...so,
it was one of your Amazon bitches, I guess." I raised my arm that held the
chakram and threw it once more, this time missing her right ear by an inch,
sparks flew.
"I’ll
ask you again, what was her name?" I shouted.
"Go
ahead and kill me, I will never tell you her name!" She shouted back, her
body leaning forward.
"Kill
you? Oh no sweetie, you’ll be begging me to kill you by the time I’m done
with you. But I won’t give you that grace, you have my word." I rolled my
head from side to side giving into the rush running inside my body.
"I
won’t beg of you for anything," She breathed harshly. I approached her
and put my chakram under her chin.
"Time
will tell, little girl, only time will tell," I chuckled and turned back
from her and went to Chilapa. I drew out my dagger and stuck it to Chilapa’s
throat.
"Either
you tell me who she is or crazy Chilapa here gets it. Don’t lie to me little
girl for I’ll find out like I always do, one way or another. If I’ll find
out you did lie to me I’ll skin you alive and pour hot wax on your body."
I could see her hesitate a little.
"What
is it going to be little girl?" I shouted and stuck my dagger closer to
Chilapa’s neck.
"Never."
She uttered finally.
"Very
well then, farewell Chilapa, hope you enjoy the trip." I screamed those
last few words to her ear and slaughtered her.
Gabrielle
began to cry. I went out of Chilapa’s cell and went back to Gabrielle’s. I
took out a handkerchief and wiped Gabrielle’s tears away.
"There,
there." I said, stroking her short blond hair. "Her blood is on my
hands. I would have killed her anyway. She was too damn noisy." She looked
at me with burning hatred and I could sense she started to fear me again
I
backhanded her face several times, making sure she wouldn’t pass out because I
wanted her to feel my rage. With one swift motion I tore off her leather bra,
exposing her beautiful breasts. I went a few steps backwards and I grabbed
She
was crying, but I didn’t stop hurting her using my whip and making her breasts
bleed. Just when she was a couple of strikes away from passing out, did I stop.
But I didn’t think she had suffered enough. She slowly raised her head and
looked at me with tears welled up in her eyes.
I
approached her and knelt before her. I ripped off her skirt and threw it behind
my shoulder exposing her blond patch of soft curls. I didn’t look at her face,
but she knew where I was headed. Her body stiffened and she pressed it hard
against the wall behind it, as far away from me as possible. But there was no
escape from my mouth.
I
spread her slightly wet folds with my fingers and thrust my tongue onto her
clit.
"I
will make it swell hard for both of our benefits, little girl." I cruelly
said. I gave her clit one long hard lick. I felt her body shiver and trying
desperately to press harder against the wall.
"I
hope you’re enjoying it as much as I am." I said, and licked her opening,
delving my tongue deep inside her warm core.
"You
will give into me eventually. Why fight a battle you can’t win, Gabrielle? No
man or woman ever resisted my ministrations. I have many skills, you know."
I said and kept licking her sex, tasting her sweet juices flickering my tongue
over her nub of pleasure. I could feel it slightly swell against my eager
tongue.
"Not
many people can say they had the soon-to-be Destroyer of Nations at their
feet." I growled playfully and continued to firmly manipulate her sex
,swallowing the hot stream that began forming at her opening. I heard a small
moan escape her lips.
"Oh...bring
it on...I want to drink your arousal...I know I please you...I know you want
me." I said with a throaty voice. I think that at that point she gave in to
me. Her clit was swollen and rock hard and her tunnel was dripping wet. She
arched her back pushing her sex as hard as she possibly could towards my mouth
and her legs spread wide. Her body spoke wild passion and that notion send jolts
to my crotch. I felt wetness dripping down my thighs beneath my black dress.
I
cupped her ass with both my hands scratching it with my nails, pushing her
pelvis to my face and penetrated her sex with my tongue.
"Tell
me little girl, was your lover as good as me?" I asked without raising my
head and without meeting her eyes. She didn’t answer. I punished her and
stopped my assault on her sex.
"Was
your lover as good as me?" I asked louder and more urgent.
"No,
your highness, you are by far better in fucking me." She shouted. I closed
my eyes for it was music to my ears even though she sounded so desperate.
"I’m
going to give it to you hard...I’m going to give it to you all the
way...I’ll fuck you till the end...I promise you...you’ll explode all over
my face..." I went on kneading her nub of hot slippery flesh faster and
faster.
"You
are so close to climaxing I can feel it" I started sucking her clit,
hearing her moans and growls. She was on the verge...so close to the edge...I
knew it was a matter of brief seconds before she came. I could feel her body
stiffen and then quiver. Her tunnel contracting and just before she reached her
desirable climax, I pulled my head back cruelly ripping my tongue from her
devouring cunt. I didn’t let her come.
I
looked at her. Her body violently jerked. Her eyes were wide open in disbelief.
She fought uselessly to free her hands from the shackles so that she could
masturbate. Now I looked into her green fire eyes and saw hunger and frustration
in them.
"Give
me...please... I’m begging you." she almost cried.
"No
way, little girl, see, that’s your punishment for lying to me." I gloated
and rose to my feet.
"But
you promised you’ll give it to me all the way."
"So
I lied." I laughed. I turned and left her cell.
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