Disclaimer: Here is yet another piece of fiction based on
the characters from Xena; Warrior Princess. Being the rightful
property of Universal Studios, it is not my intention to infringe on
related copyright laws or to make any profit.
AtCB is a sequel to The Price Of
Silence, so it's pretty essential that you've read that
Warning: If you had difficulty dealing with the content of
TPoS, chances are you may have heart failure with this one. It
definitely comes under the definition of Adult fan fiction. There is
nothing sub about any of this, its right up there center stage with
main text. Plenty of sex, plenty of talk, all involving women, both
whom are of age and consenting.
half past the mark:
The young whore lay naked diagonally across the silken sheets,
shoulders pressed flat as dilated pupils remained fixed on the very
center of the time candle's flame. Her position had been purposely
arranged, it seemed, hiding many, but not all the dark welts that had
been administered to her buttocks, lower back and legs.
A practiced sigh accompanied her hand slinking up porcelain flesh,
feathering a nipple to erection before cupping the fullness of her
breast. Her other hand had shaped itself into an arch about her sex,
thumb and pinky holding the treasure splayed, while the middle,
marginally longer digit moved in and out of her. Moments before, she
had drawn one of her legs up in a sensuous display of consent to the
act, letting the limb fall at a right angle to bare herself, while
the other was left to dangle weightlessly over the side of the bed.
She held the slender length inside her longer with each gentle
push. Withdrawing slowly, it scooped the juices that had gathered,
then spread them liberally over the erect nodule at its hilt. She
kept her movements fluid, moaning again when a sultry whisper of
approval ushered forth from her audience.
Her thoughts wandered under the combination of her own pleasure
and the flame's hypnotic glow. A respite, claimed between what had
just been done to her and what she knew would come. For a brief
instant, she let the candle light seep into her, bathing in its
purity. Then, shifting her gaze, she focused back on the cobalt eyes
that had followed so intently each gesture, every sigh.
A rougher, much longer finger extended down and traced along the
outside of one of the deep welts that had licked around to the inside
of her thigh. The girl sucked down her first response of flinching,
holding her gaze as steady as she could on the woman before her. She
had lost count of exactly how many times her customer had struck her,
only knowing that the blows had been continual for half a mark of the
"Do you like what you see, soldier?" she husked, drawing
her tongue over pouting lips to augment the gentle rubbing.
"Oh yes." Xena whispered and she leaned down further till
she was almost kneeling between the open legs. Her hand stroked
another much darker looking strike around the girl's instep, grazing
the embossed tissue with all the care one would offer a newborn. The
girl's movements stilled with the touch, waiting.
Xena looked up. "Don't stop," she commanded. Then rising
up, she repositioned the phallus firmly against her groin.
The girl widened the distance between her thighs to accommodate
the approaching hips, allowing the object's head to brush her fingers
aside. Then reaching back between them, caressing the shaft until she
had found access under the base. A wiry mass covered in a fine film
of moisture greeted her, confirming her suspicions that her customer
had already found at least partial release. But before she could go
any further, her wrist was yanked clear.
"No." Xena warned in a tone that defied no contention.
"I don't need you to...." she said, trying to cover her surprise.
Words like 'vulnerability' or 'surrender' had been necessarily
stricken from Warrior Princess' vocabulary countless winters ago. In
the beginning it had simply been too much of a gamble to allow that
kind of power to anyone she chose to bed, but as time went by it
"Just - be here." She managed finally.
The girl nodded compliantly and Xena felt another layer of control
slip away. The lashing she had delivered had barely taken the edge
off her need. Discarding thoughts of being able to hold back anymore
and bordering on annoyance with herself, she dragged the phallus
through the liquid appetizer a fraction harder, forewarning her
intent to her purchase.
The girl lay impassive yet unquestioningly available, eyes
glistening back at her customer. She had borne the strikes Xena had
delivered - almost fifty - without the hint of retreat. She had made
no sound when her backside, red and in places bleeding, came in
contact with the surface where she'd been placed. She had even
interpreted the vaguest of encouragement from Xena to touch herself.
And now as woman and beast battled for domination over the heat ready
to claw its way out of her customer, she simply raised her arms,
arching her body to knit fingers loosely above her head.
This final gesture was all it took for the beast to push harder.
Xena guided her tool into the willing flesh, admiring smooth lips
bulge around its thickness.
"Hmm, so full, soldier," the girl grunted, struggling to
maintain her composure. Inwardly, she tried to calm herself, counting
her breathing to help lower muscles relax. The leather poll, though
only its knob had pressed past her outer lips, strained her wide.
Thicker and longer than what it was designed to imitate, seemingly
less pliable, heralded a new form of torture. What she sensed the
woman had paid most dearly for. The turquoise gaze, stony and glazed
had turned to ink and she searched the room for the familiar
comforting glow of the time candle. Something incoherent rolled off
her customer's tongue and she felt powerful hands pin her arms under
Doubts Xena had held by a thread fell away as she too allowed
herself to relax, inviting the beast from its weakening chains.
Taking one final look at the body below her she stabbed her weapon
into the girl with one momentous thrust, sheathing the column
completely, growling hungrily as it tore its way through the tender
passage till it could go no further - reveling at the sight of the
young whore arch again higher, opening her mouth to deliver a
Perspiration beaded within seconds. 'At last', she sighed.
But it was quick, too quick.
What should have been gut wrenching bliss, utopia, evaporated into
no more than something reminiscent of an adolescent's first attempt.
The beast had been held for far too long and as payback to her, it
changed the rules, grabbing its captor instead of the whore. Try as
she might, Xena couldn't contain it. A handful of strokes, driven
deep and harsh and she was there, a tight angry fist being thrown,
like a snared trout onto a dry river bank. 'Oh, Gods' she
murmured to herself, ......"Gabrielle....."
The girl remained still under her, held helpless as she listened
to anguished gasps. Quite sometime after, she freed a hand to brush
away the dark curtain that had covered the woman's face who lay motionless, gaze averted... and felt her shudder.
one candle mark:
The girl slid the remainder of the warrior's clothes off her back,
stepping away a little as Xena lowered herself waist deep into
the water, thankful she had been convincing in her promise that a hot
soak and relaxing massage could cure anything, even a soldier's most
She leaned forward when she appeared settled, gathering the length
of raven hair up and twisting it neatly into a knot out of the
water's reach. She had added fragrances mildly resembling lavender to
the bath, speaking casually of its soothing compounds and snuffed all
the lights in the room bar the time candle's flame. But for some
reason, in a room that volunteered barely enough light to see
shadows, the scar had stood out.
The girl knelt to refasten the short robe she'd donned, wondering
why she had not noticed it before. Perhaps the water temperature had
pinkened her soldier woman's skin, making it more prominent. And, of
course, she had removed the phallus and its stay. The girl peered over the side of
the tub, tracing a finger along the discolored mark that ran from
right side to navel. Her finger lingered, absently pondering its
Xena took a deep breath anticipating the question before it could
be asked. She let herself lean back, resting against the towel placed
behind her head for support.
"Never trust a woman with a knife." She said wryly.
"I don't understand," the girl told her and Xena realized
that she wouldn't. She had no idea who she had sitting in her bath,
nor could she imagine the horrors her 'soldier' had once been ready
to administer to women not so very different from herself.
"A long time ago my army claimed a young woman." Xena
replied seemingly to go off to the distant place she had been before.
"We'd claimed several, but the one I chose for my own purposes.......I
hadn't known it at the time, but she was.... with child. My treatment
of her..." and she hesitated, faultering in disgust with how easy it had all
been, how little she had considered the woman she had taken as a
minor distraction from her battlefield woes. "...caused her to
The girl said nothing, inwardly reminding herself that she was
there to bathe her customer, no more. She raised a wash cloth she'd
prepared with extra scent, dowsing it in the tub briefly before
commencing the task of soaping and caressing the warrior's back.
"What happened?" she asked, keeping her tempo
both sensual and constant.
"I allowed myself to underestimate her." Xena whispered,
"After she had been seen by my healer, I had her brought back
to my chambers. I didn't consider what the loss would do to her."
Xena mentally cursed herself. She had been so possessed with her
own importance, her power, that she'd actually believed the woman
would be grateful for her saving her life.
"I felt pity for her I suppose, foolish pity.....allowing her
to share my bed ....after I'd finished."
The warrior's voice sunk low and heavy again, a flash of gnarling teeth and
ebony eyes rising from sleep. "But I assure you she went to Hades
with the best attempt on my life that has ever been made." As
expected, Xena sensed all sound and movement behind her cease. There
was no point in explaining, in trying to justify her actions. She had
been a warlord who took who and what she wanted.
"You don't do that anymore, do you?" The girl coaxed
realizing her response was out of line. Color had initially drained
from her face and she was grateful that she was away from the
soldier's immediate range of sight. "Force women I mean," she
clarified softly, more as a statement than a question
Xena shook her head slowly.
"No, I don't rape or burn or.....anymore." She had wanted
to say that she didn't kill anymore either, but it had been the
killing, the senseless slaughter of that morning, particularly the
boy's death, that had caused her to spend 30 dinar to sit in a
whore's bathtub in the first place. She fell silent then, outwardly
sullen. There would always be reminders, she told herself. Even
without the battle lust, she would carry remnants of her misdeeds in
the scars she wore both inside and out.
"I remind you of someone, don't I?" The girl questioned
after a time, feeling a little braver somehow with the soldier's
disclosure. She hadn't been exactly frightened of the different masks
the woman seemed to pull about her at any given moment, but cautious,
Xena hesitated, pulling herself out of the oppressive mood she'd
been about to submerse herself in. Holding her position, she exhaled
softly. She pictured the figure kneeling behind. Shoulder
length blonde hair, blue green eyes like a clear deep sea, no more
that 20 summers old.
"...A little," she answered, amused by the girl's
The wash cloth stilled again. "Someone you're in love with?"
"Yes." Xena nodded, seeing no reason to lie about it.
Xena twisted around enough to meet an inquisitive expression.
Cheeks glowing under the scrutiny. "I didn't realize I had engaged
the services of an Oracle." Xena quipped, lips twitching.
The girl smiled back, braving the potential danger she might have
unleashed. The soldier had already told her she killed for sport. Was
she allowing the handsome woman to beguile her?
"You called me that," she whispered gently. "You called
me Gabrielle when we were...."
Xena turned back around, tapping her shoulder to indicate that she
wanted the girl to continue washing her.
The motion of the cloth started again. "When you
were....reaching your peak, you said 'I love you, Gabrielle'."
The warrior couldn't answer, waiting several moments before she
would even allow herself the liberty of thinking about what had been
told to her. Was it that obvious?
"...Oh," she acknowledged, finally gesturing for the girl
to join her in the bath. Watching, openly appreciative, as the girl
moved to stand before her, making a show of peeling off the silken
robe. Xena raised and parted her knees to allow her to step in,
catching an unprotected wince as warm water and battered flesh made
contact. A pang of culpability rose and retreated within her, in a
breath the professional smile reappeared and the girl sat facing her.
She leaned back again, closing her eyes, feeling sensations of the
girl's hand guide the retrieved wash cloth over bronzed skin.
The girl used a combination of soft fabric and her own hands to
fondle and lather Xena's breasts and belly, being careful from her
previous warning not to drop below the soldier's midsection.
Something in her stirred by the gentle ripple of muscles that
presented themselves so proudly under her ministration.
She called the dark beauty 'soldier', yet she would have
known even without the story of how she'd acquired the ugly scar that
she had commanded generals to kneel at her feet. Sometime, not very
long ago her customer had been quite different and that undoubtedly
included dangerous. Fate had changed her, from what exactly, the girl
didn't know, only that it had made her more human than the specter
that hovered incessantly waiting to pounce, more able to feel. The
girl had witnessed the animal, had felt its blows, but she had also
felt another heart and body falter and crash remorseful and still
longing. She saw sadness behind the startling blue eyes, behind the
razor sharp teeth. The need was apparent. She had paid dearly to have
it attended to, well above the girl's usual fee. But she had come for
more than just physical release. She had come seeking refuge, it
seemed. Shelter not from an army or a war, but from a girl to whom
the young whore bore a resemblance.
"If you're in love with her, beautiful one," she asked
without looking up from the exquisite trails she was leaving on
Xena's body. "Why are you here, in this house and not wherever
your Gabrielle is?"
"Because we're not lovers." Xena told her in a whisper.
"Nor will we ever be."
"I can't show her this part of myself."
"You show it to me. How can you show something so personal, so
natural, to a simple whore and not to the woman who owns your
Xena reached sightlessly for the slender wrist, stilling the
girl's movements then titling her chin up to meet her eyes.
"Because you don't judge me," she said simply.
The girl wanted to ask if judgment was what she most feared from
Gabrielle or herself, but the warrior sat up, water lurching forward
as parted lips lowered on to her own. The kiss was gentle to begin
with, almost loving and Xena let it build at its own pace, worming a
hand between the girl's legs. She stroked slowly, separating the
lower folds and penetrating her first with one, then two fingers. Her
free hand scooting around the smaller waist, pulling her nearer. The
girl let herself be cradled, resting her head to the warrior's chest.
Fingers dipped into her again, adding in number to three and she
huddled closer as the thrusts intensified, taking another cue as her
customer's breathing became more ragged.
"So good." She whispered. "So good."
The girl eased her thigh up, feeling the slicker wetness of Xena's
own exposed core make contact.
"Gabri...." she heard her whisper as her
rhythm rose higher and harder.
"Hmm.., yes." she moaned back.
The girl raised her knee higher, pressing firmly against the folds
of open pulsating flesh. Younger hands gripped the muscular shoulders
as she thrust herself onto the stiff digits. Xena wanted to scream,
torn between letting go and giving over. What had happened earlier
she had never thought possible. She felt incompetent, inane -
puerile. It had started off as a need to conquer, to control, but
what she was feeling now was different, in some ways more disarming
to her will. The beast growled, defiantly stretching, baiting her to
She needed the connection, a need to feel another woman hold her
and whisper and love her. "Gabri....." she allowed herself
"Yes, say it." the girl charged. "Say her name."
Xena was struggling, falling with nothing to grab hold of.
"I can't!" she cried stabbing into her...The
girl braced herself, swallowing the brutality of the invasion,
squeezing against the skewering fingers to advance her customer's
"Let yourself love her, soldier!"
Xena moaned placing her free hand around the girl's head to pin
her against her shoulder. She couldn't hold it. The girl turned her
head, laying trapped in the tight embrace. She opened her mouth
sucking at the stray fingers that nestled close, continuing little
murmurs of practiced pleasure to assist the looming release. Water
cascaded over the side as Xena's weight moved the two bodies locked
in mutual purpose. Taking and giving, forcing and begging.
The warrior came solidly this time, crying out the name teetering
on her lips as she thrust both against the girl's thigh and into her
center. Her body jerked forward in fits and starts as pleasure
spilled from her. The girl stayed with her, braving the torturous
assault about her sex, planting soft kisses on what parts of the
warrior's body she could reach, watching as the face above her
twisted and contorted with its obvious release. Maintaining her own
hold about writhing shoulders as best she could until the chest
stopped pounding. Finally she lowered her gaze, pretending not to see
tears trickle down others that had been clamped shut, as words, just
whispers continued. Slowly Xena pulled out of her, holding her close
for the longest time.
"Gabrielle." she whispered into her own heart.
half way past the first candle mark:
The young girl lay face down, her head turned to the center of the
room, involuntary tremors still pulsed occasionally beside her as the
woman slowly recovered. Course fingers followed the collection of
lines slowly starting to fade along her back and buttocks, sending
sparks of electricity through her. The woman leaned closer nipping
her shoulder blade gently. The time candle continued to flicker,
burning its way lower and lower. Soon she would need to call an end
to the night's activities and send her on her way.
The soldier had called her 'Gabrielle' again, just as she felt her
tense and thrust one last time. And then again with her weight fully
against her and the trickle of moisture on her back. She had worn her
phallus taking service from her rear. It wasn't unpleasant, she had
thought as she lay still as commanded, accepting the object moving in
and out of her like a sword continually being returned to its
scabbard. More to the point she realized was that her soldier had
liked it - a lot, and that strangely made the girl happy. The battle
had continued nonetheless. Sporadically she had sensed the animal
rise and take charge of the sword, the service had been harder,
crueler to bear, but somehow she would feel her wrestle it back,
returning to a less violent but needful pace. She had had worse, she
accepted, a lot worse, things that shamed her, done by others nowhere
near as beautiful, nowhere near intoxicating.
The breathing beside her had settled to an even rhythm. "Are
you frightened of hurting her?" she asked turning her head to
look at the woman. "Is that why, because you think that what you
want would shock or repulse her?" Xena continued
to stroke the place where her phallus had entered.
"I don't think Gabrielle knows what sex is...."
"So are you frightened of giving her the experience?"
Xena thought about it. "Perhaps."
The girl studied her, waiting. "I have specific needs,"
Xena volunteered honestly. "Needs whether I wish them or not,
that have to be addressed in specific ways. Gabrielle deserves better
than to be my ....."
Xena stopped herself before finishing, but both women knew where
her words had been leading. She thought she felt the girl draw back
momentarily before she had caught herself. She had been correct, but
the young whore - her port in this storm - was also too well versed
in her role to allow the insensitivity of a lonesome soldier trouble
her with any depth.
"You could bring her to a place like this, if you wanted her to
learn." They girl told her. Then smiling a little, lightening the
mood. "We provide a wide and varied service, catering for all
Xena made a sad chuckle before sitting up on one elbow. "And
how exactly would I explain that, do you think?" she queried.
The girl moved to mirror the warrior's posture. "You could be
honest with her, you could tell her what your heart says, but also of
what your desire demands. If she loves you, she will want to be able
to satisfy both."
Xena shifted her weight, laying flat as the girl trading places
with her, straddled her hips, gently lowering herself to sit with the
still attached accessory held close against her. Xena let
practiced fingers trace their own invisible lines along her upper
torso and breasts, occasionally watching through hooded eyes as the
girl bent to lick and nip at reawakening nipples. Hands that touched
her with the skill of a professional and she laughed a little
realizing the accuracy of her thoughts. Her young purchase made it
all seem so simple, as if she could actually have that kind of
conversation with Gabrielle.
She let her mind play the scenario out as the hands moved, rubbing
oil into the leather length, cleaning any remaining sign of its
previous use and enticing further play with her suggestive fondling.
"You could show her there are many things you like, soldier."
The girl murmured, sliding backward down the open legs and to the
Xena's pleasure and amazement, allow her lips to brush across the
phallus. Xena watched, no longer languid or intentionally passive. A
tongue extended along the full bulk "Things like this, I
think." her charge added, taking it down her throat. The
warrior's hips rose with a mind of their own.....
'No!', Xena's conscience told herself firmly. She could not
allow the woman she loved to be tainted by her darkness. For the most
part since they had started traveling together she had managed to
keep the beast caged tightly behind nothing more than sheer will. Any
normal daily desires had been dealt with, swift and efficiently under
her own hand. Anything else she had convinced herself was
unnecessary. Or so she had thought, she hadn't anticipated the
burning revisiting her so acutely that's all. And if it was fueled by
being without the affection of another for so long, well that wasn't
Gabrielle's responsibility either, it was hers.
"You could introduce her slowly to your more.....strenuous
pleasure." Came the whisper from her midsection.
Xena filed her decision away for the time being, succumbing to the
need one more time.
"I've had enough talk," she stated almost hoarse, accepting
that most of the talk, at least the last part, had transpired in her
"Come here." The warrior ordered playfully.
approaching the second candle mark:
The girl lay the armor casing over each shoulder, buckling it snug
at each of her sides as the stranger stared into the candle's flame.
Finally the girl reached higher, stroking the back of her hand over
Xena's cheek bone to signify she was done.
"You look sad my beautiful one," she offered.
"Are you thinking of your Gabrielle?"
Xena nodded. "You do have the gift of an oracle," she told
"No, soldier." The girl counted, sensing the deep sadness
and feeling some of it herself. "You have a heart that can no
longer be silent, that's all." Then throwing caution to
the breezes, she wrapped more delicate arms around the powerful body,
trying to pull the greater mass against her.
"She may surprise you, if you let her." She added before
Xena reached for the pouch positioned on her belt again, fingering
the collection of coins still remaining, mentally accounting for what
she had left. With little hesitation she clutched five more dinar and
drew them out. Then taking the girl's hand she pressed them into it.
Closing the fingers before the girl could speak.
"You've already paid for my body, kind stranger." She said
trying to pull away.
Xena shook her head. "I know," she told her with a rare
glint of an open unforced smile.
The girl looked as if she may still protest.
"Keep it." Xena said again, squeezing the smaller hand with
conviction. "I was in need of much more tonight than just your
body, I thank you for sensing that. "
She started to go, letting the closed palm fall away.
"If you are back in Corinth again," the girl said in a
rush. " my name is Arnise." Her own smile broadened, so
hauntingly familiar it sent shivers up the recipients spine. "I
would be happy to provide your night's escort, or anything else you
Xena looked back over her shoulder, understanding the girl's
With a gentle bow she closed the door behind her, leaving her and
thoughts of the re-caged animal for a time she needed to believe
would be many battles away.
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