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• This story includes spoilers for Season Three and takes place after Locked Up and Tied Down
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         As Velosa walked out of the room, Xena took a final sip of her hot toddy. Gabrielle sidled up to her and wrapped both arms around Xena.
        Gabrielle (wrinkling her nose): “Come on, Xena. Let’s get you cleaned up. I’m going to find out about when we can leave this place.”
        Xena:  “Whatsa’ matter don’t you like the way I smell?”
        Gabrielle: “Don’t get your hopes up Warrior Princess, and you will shampoo all of your hair with linseed—ALL of it.”
        Xena:  “Even the short curly ones?”
        Gabrielle grunts.
        Xena:  “Oh come on, you liked shaving it all off.”
        Gabrielle:  “Off of you maybe.” Xena leaned in to kiss her. “Bath, Xena you need a bath.”
        Xena pouting furiously: “ . . .but Gabrielle, I was in prison.” She feigned, as they rounded the corner to the healer’s quarters.
        Gabrielle: “Come on, Warrior Princess. Gods, do you ever smell? What did you roll around in rat dung?”
        Xena:  “You’re not funny.” They looked at each other, so glad to be in the other’s presence.
        Gabrielle: “Strip.” Gabrielle helped Xena peel the offensive sack cloth. Dust and dried bits of rat dropping clouded the room. Gabrielle went to the door, grabbed a guard and asked for 6 buckets of hot water.
         Xena sat on the bed feeling as awful as she looked.

         A shiny and scrubbed Xena lay full out along the bed with Gabrielle sitting beside her with almond oil. She poured a warm handful into her palm and rubbed it into Xena’s sore muscles. “How long were you tied up for?”
        Xena:  “I don’t know, about 2 or 3 days.”
Velosa: “Four” came a third voice from the doorway. Velosa stood at the door, waiting to be invited in. “Gabrielle’s hands are amazing aren’t they?”
        Xena rolled over holding the coverlet over her body: “Yes, I like to think so.”
Gabrielle: “Well, Xena taught me everything I know.” She gave Velosa a long meaningful look that Velosa met with burning ferocity.
        Velosa: “Then she taught you very well. I’d like to invite you to my chambers for the evening meal.” She strode in the room and looked at the two women. “I don’t get much company, here you know.”
        Gabrielle accepted: “We’d love to.”
        Velosa: “Wonderful. I will send a guard to bring you up.” She turned to leave and swirled her cape behind her.
        Gabrielle: “That cape is fabulous.” She cozied up to Xena.
        Xena:  “I used to wear a cape.” Xena repressed a yawn.
        Gabrielle: “Yes, but you owe me two back rubs.” And they kissed drowsily, unintentionally falling into a sweet sleep.
 
 

         A large roaring fire warmed the Commandant’s chamber. This room obviously seemed to serve as her training room as well. A veritable armory hung from two walls that met in a corner lit by an iron candelabra. Xena smiled at the décor, it strangely relaxed her.
         Gabrielle heard Xena sigh languidly. Her body stirred, she wanted so badly to know what Xena was thinking but she couldn’t read her thoughts. Xena was so relaxed yet her emotions were still at a heightened vulnerability.
Velosa: “Xena, Gabrielle, I am so glad to have you for company. Please come and sit. We will have a cup of wine.” She surprised them both from behind. They turned to see her standing in a long leather dress. The bodice of which hugged her torso from the bosom to her hips, making her waist look long and very petite. The immense skirt flowed around her legs as she turned. Xena’s eyes traveled to the commandant’s feet where two small points protruded delicately before disappearing under the leather. The straps that kris-crossed her chest continued down her back and wrapped themselves protectively over her body.
        Gabrielle under her breath “Did you used to wear one of those too?”
        Xena: “As a matter of fact, I did.”
        Gabrielle: “Oh, I see….”
        Xena said nothing more, her mouth watered. She swallowed and followed the commandant’s lead: “Yes, thank you Velosa.”
         Velosa sat on a low chair piled with pillows and set wine goblets before them. She poured them each a draught of port and then sipped from her own reclining back. Xena hesitated before drinking. She sniffed the cup: “Don’t worry Xena, I wouldn’t think of it. I can’t imagine what this place would be like with you running it.” She smiled wickedly. Xena met her glance and smiled. She drank the port; it was full bodied and dry. Very good quality for such an isolated place.
        Gabrielle: “This is pretty good port.” She said swallowing.
        Velosa: “Yes, many wealthy merchants send us gifts. It’s a way of insuring their greatest problems don’t resurface. I suppose.” She caught Gabrielle’s disapproval before she had a chance to voice it. “It is not a custom I began, I inherited it as I inherited many things. People on the mainland begin to distrust us if we don’t take these things.”
        Xena agreed: “I can imagine it’s difficult to get supplies here.”
        Velosa: “Yes, every time I send a boat out, I have to be sure no one but the boatsmen leave. Running a prison is very nasty business. I see things here I never envisioned in the outside world.”
        Gabrielle: “Your guards - -“
        Velosa: “Operate under the old code. I don’t like seeing these women killed.”
        Gabrielle: “You certainly don’t mind seeing them tortured.” Xena’s head whipped around to face her. Gabrielle seemed a little flushed to Xena.
        Xena:  “Gabrielle.” Xena retorted, ready to apologize.
        Velosa: “No Xena she’s right. I love to watch them suffer, as I’ve suffered. Especially the pretty ones. The ones I know are innocent. I learned that from you.” Xena’s head fell, I deserved that, she thought. “But it’s not all a sense of revenge now is it Gabrielle?”
         Xena’s head rose. Gabrielle sat tersely biting her lip. She looked hard at Velosa. Her eye started to wince; she took a hard swallow of the wine and got up. She intended to remove herself from the heat of that topic but wound up standing in front of the corner. Candlelight flicking iron shadows against the walls. She blushed, facing these things. These objets de torture she had so enjoyed.
        Xena, her voice choking: “Well Gabrielle isn’t that innocent, anymore.”
         Gabrielle wasn’t sure if Xena was aware of the irony in that statement. Xena might be a tad vulnerable at the movement but she is not stupid. She was never stupid. Pig-headed, yes. Brutish, not as often. But never stupid. Gods, I wish she was just a little dumber right now. She thought so hard she might as well have said it aloud.
        Gabrielle: “ Uh, I was hoping to bring that up when we left.” She got it. Velosa wanted to play games with them tonight. I should’ve expected this. “I suppose you’ve earned a little revenge, Velosa.”
        Velosa’s face was blank: “I don’t know what you mean.”
        Was Gabrielle’s guilt getting the best of her? Could she be telling the truth?
        Velosa: “I’m going to see about our meal. I had wanted for us to have an appetizer.” She got up a gracefully glided towards the back door of the chamber.
        Gabrielle knowing her secret was at least half out of the bag. And completely petrified: “Xena, I didn’t know who she was—“
        Xena’s eyes were filled with disbelief or was it expectation?: “Gabrielle, were you with her? Did you have sex w—“
        Gabrielle: “I had to get her to, to talk and trust me. I had to know where you were.” Neither one of them believed that response. Xena let the ball drop.
        Xena:  “How many times have I actually slept with my adversary in order to get what I need?” Xena sauntered over to her slowly.
        Gabrielle’s breathing quickened, her chest swelled with anxiety: “That’s a good question.” The green eyes cut up at her defensively.  She realized Xena hardly ever delivered on the promise of seduction to her enemies, but Gabrielle couldn’t prove that. Why does she always have to do her creeping around at night? While I sleep? What was this sudden distrust? “Maybe I don’t know the finer points of a tactic seduction like you do--” She started defensively.
        Xena squared her body up to her lover’s: “Gabrielle, I’m not angry with you.”
        Gabrielle stopped short: “You’re not?”
        Xena:  “No,” One arm wound around Gabrielle’s back. She whispered huskily. “I’m kind of proud of you for getting laid without me, actually. It’s kind of you know, exciting.” Xena’s eyebrow hitched up slightly a salacious smile curved up the corner of her lips. The delight on Gabrielle face was small but significant.
        Gabrielle: “You’re joking. Aren’t you?” Her face twisted, her lips fighting a smile, her nose wrinkling.
        Xena:  “No.” The other hand stroked a thin braid out of Gabrielle’s face. She leaned in for a slow sexy kiss, pressing her partner to her with her strong arms. She missed this woman too much when she was in the prison. She knew she was obsessed. Kissing Gabrielle only fed her obsession. Tasting the feeling, Gabrielle met her level of arousal. Desiring each other, but holding back. She knew there was more in store for them if they could just hold back a little. She pulled their lips apart. Gabrielle’s eyes were still closed as she said, “Don’t let her mess with your head, sweetheart. I know she doesn’t mean to but that’s all she knows how to do right now. I remember what’s like to think that way. To be caught in a cycle of insecurity and passion, abuse and retaliation. All she can do is manipulate people. It’s going to take her a while. Alright?”
         Gabrielle was still breathless from that kiss. She nodded, hoping for their lips to meet again with every fiber.
        Xena continued: “I didn’t mean to, but I did it to you, when we first met.” Gabrielle’s eyes opened, Xena’s loving face defogging into familiar perfection.  Her brows met in concern. Xena answered the expression. “I tried not to, but there was a very strong attraction between us. I couldn’t always ignore it. Just watch yourself. Besides,” The warrior’s strong arm traveled down Gabrielle’s waist to her hip and backr. “She’s your type. Evil, wears leather, has lots ‘potential’” She said low and with a grin.
        Gabrielle: “Yeah, that’s my type alright. What do you mean ‘did it to me’?”
        Xena:  “Mm-Hm. I see your nipples harden when she walks in the room.”
        Gabrielle: “Xena!” She punched the warrior in the arm.
        Xena:  “Ow.”
        Gabrielle: “You mean, you tricked me?”
        Xena:  “I couldn’t help it—I think she’s coming.”
        Velosa’s footstep interrupted them: “Excuse me, ladies but dinner is served.”
        Gabrielle: “So formal, Velosa. You’ll have to excuse me, I have tried and tried but manners are not my strong point.”
        Velosa: “Yes, I’ve seen you with your, stick.” She paused “I’m not much for standing on occasion myself, but as I said few opportunities, make anything special.”
        Gabrielle: “Of course.”
        Velosa: “Could you bring my pet in please?”
         The far chamber door opened and the guard brought in the little red-head from the prison, young one who helped Xena with barrels. Her volunteerism in the prison yard, earned her a swift lashing.
Xena had wondered why the girl was so eager to help her. Now she mused, The girl possibly enjoyed the lashing. This of course is Velosa’s pet. She wore a collar, a corset and a thin black gauze under-dress. Her entire body was visible through the cloth. Her small pert breasts prodded the transparent gauze. A tiny waist forced smaller by the corset, flooded into luscious hips. She held her shapely legs together at the ankles primly.
        Her face streaked with red when she recognized Gabrielle from their previous evening with Velosa. Her mouth opened in shock when she saw the Gabrielle was with Xena. Despite her already humiliating position, she was even more embarrassed by the number of people in the room with whom she’d had intimate contact. The idea of her consuming subordination made her blush, but not with shame, with desire. She knew her commandant would treat her very well tonight.  The young slave’s hands were tied behind her back and her hair was loose. It spilled over her shoulders in a wanton cascade. Golden eyelashes widen to look lovingly at her mistress. Velosa was so pleased with this beauty; normally a glance like this would result in discipline for one of her “pets”. But tonight, she would indulge her little one.
The girl was brought to Velosa’s knee and sat on a large embroidered pillow. She rested on one hip, deliciously curving her bottom to the side.
         The low table was very well laid out with fine crusty breads, soft cheeses with hard rinds and small sweet grapes. A large pot was set before them with a juicy rack of lamb that smelled of roasted garlic. A heaping dish of rice covered over with fresh vegetables was set next to a covered dish.
         Two scantily clad menservants came to dish the food onto their plates. Xena ate sparingly, which surprised Gabrielle, and then she realized the warrior’s stomach must’ve shrunk while she was in the dungeon. They ate from the large platters, sharing. Hands met reaching for pieces of food. Fingertips brushed as they fed themselves and sometimes each other.
         Velosa fed the young woman like a beloved pet. She was not allowed to touch the food with her own hands, but Velosa put pieces of the meal directly in her mouth. Seeing this Gabrielle cocked an eyebrow at Xena.
The rice platter was surrounded with stuffed grape leaves. Gabrielle picked one up and leaned over to the warrior. She was surprised by the sudden rush it gave her, having her fingers in Xena’s mouth. With these two women watching, she felt a warmth take over her body. She placed the tiny bundle in her lover’s mouth which produced a smile for the whole table.
        Xena looked at Gabrielle, tipsy with Amazon Queen’s attentions. She sucked Gabrielle’s fingertips gently, pursing her lips. Her head tilting back slightly as Gabrielle’s fingers departed her lips.
 They looked around the table at each other. And paused.
        Gabrielle: “The meal was lovely, Velosa.”
        Velosa: “I was hoping you would both stay for dessert.” She suggested and the undertone was all too clear.
        Xena slyly purred: “I believe we will. I know I’ve been saving room for it all evening. Gabrielle?”
        Gabrielle: “Well if you have no objection to it, I certainly don’t mind. Um, as long as we won’t be using the same- -“
        Velosa: “No Gabrielle, you misunderstand. This is nothing to be ashamed of. You so enjoyed it the other night. Why not share it with Xena?” She gestured to the menservants. They cleared the food away. The table was then set with cut fruits, soft cream and a light honey almond sauce sprinkled with cinnamon. Velosa excused herself and went behind a screen. Her slave looked anxious for her to return. “Don’t worry, I’ll be back. I’m not leaving you alone with them.” She stroked the girls cheek, patting her ever so lightly on the chin with pad of her finger.
         The warrior and the amazon sat there, full and smirking like spoiled children, waiting for their solstice gifts. Gabrielle brought her legs up onto the low couch and across Xena’s lap. Xena’s hand stroked the length of them, her desire building. She slipped past Gabrielle’s thigh and felt her shift. Then she pulled her hand onto the smaller one’s buttocks. Gabrielle reached a hand out to the table and daubed a berry in some of the cream. She propped herself onto her elbow and fed Xena the fruit. The young woman watched trying not to show her interest in what they did.
         Xena’s eyes closed something warm and furry brushed against her leg. A long sleek muscular cat. “Timius! Get back over here.” Commanding sternly, Velosa emerged from her dressing screen holding her cape around her. The silver tabby snaked his way under the couch then spurted across to the bed. He slid beneath it. “I’m sorry. He really won’t bother you. He’s kind of a voyeur.”
         Gabrielle tugged at Xena’s arm to get her attention. Xena raised one eyebrow but stayed focused on the girl. Her assumption in the prison a few days before had been correct. She didn’t kill her husband for money.
         Velosa rose up to her full height and threw back the cape, “Come my little one!” Beneath it she wore low slung leather trousers and a leather and metal covering over her breasts. Her belly was exposed. She had two tattoos that curled from around her back and snaked into her middle. Both looked like black snakes with no head nor tail.
          Gabrielle: “No, Xena.” She said into Xena’s ear. “That’s one tattoo. It covers the . . .”
          Xena thought: Scarsr. Nodding her understanding, she felt Gabrielle’s heat brush her skin.
Xena’s neck wanted to feel Gabrielle’s kiss. She kissed Gabrielle’s mouth and turned her head guiding the young queen to her throat. Gabrielle took the kiss and followed it with hot kisses down her lover’s neck. Her hand traveled to Xena’s breast as she uncurled herself from Xena’s lap. She pressed herself against the warrior, and straddled her lap. Xena took notice of the scene before them. She paused and was pulled in by their tender struggle.
         The commandant was holding the girl’s chain by one hand, holding the young woman by bound wrists. They were kissing each other hungrily. Small heated moans escaping their mouths. A flash of pink flared between their mouths The girl’s legs moved apart, and her hips pressed helplessly forward. She wanted to be filled by her lover. Gabrielle felt a warm wetness spread between her thighs as Xena’s breath shortened and moistened against her bosom. Xena felt the heat change in her lap and Gabrielle pushed herself down on top of Xena. Gabrielle wrapped her arms around Xena and guided Xena’s lips to her own bosom, as Velosa lowered herself to the slave. Xena started to kiss and bite the firm breast softly through the fabric. Her long fingers strained to hold Gabrielle tightly. Gabrielle released her hands and reached back onto the table. Pushing dishes out of the way, she scooted back between the dessert spread. Xena slowly let her go, keeping her weight steady so that she would not fall. Xena pulled the laces from Gabrielle’s top. Tugging the garment open, she kissed the newly exposed breast. The nipple hardened and nearly darted into her mouth.
Velosa asked her captive: “Did you miss me my darling?”
        The girl responded: “Oh yes mistress. I missed you more than ever. Please don’t make me go back there again.” Came the impassioned plea.
Velosa: “I hope you aren’t making demands, my sweet one. Because if you are, you will find yourself back amongst the criminals. And you know what they think of you. That they want you as I do, but they can’t feed you. Or please you the way I can.”
        The girl: “No. Sweet mistress. I would never do such a thing.” Her amber eyes glowed with what Velosa had told her was the perfect level of fear. “I only ask for you to hold me.”
Velosa turned the full amend head and kissed her neck ferociously “Tell me what you want tonight darling.” She breathed lustily into the girl’s ear. The small mutiny over, she would have sufficient cause to discipline the girl.
        The girl: “I only want for your pleasure, my lord.”
        Velosa sneering: “DO you? You’re a smart one my sweet. But that’s not what you want. I know what you want. I intend to give you only your basic needs”
        The girl: “Yes.”
        Velosa: “Come pet. I have guests tonight. Down, insolence!” The girl gracefully lowered herself to the ground. Velosa walked her over the table where Gabrielle lay naked amongst the dessert setting. Xena was crouched over her lap after having removed the bard’s clothes.
        Gabrielle, her eyes half lidded in a near drowsy state: “Mmmm, Xena looks hungry, doesn’t she?” She purred, a honeyed finger going into Xena mouth. Xena’s tongue worked its way around Gabby’s sweet digit. Her teeth clicking against the nail. She sucked and pulled it with her lips. Xena started to loose control of her eyebrows. They quivered as the contact was broken.
        Velosa agreed: “Why yes, Gabrielle she does. Come sweet. Did you enjoy your dinner.”
        The girl sat on her hunches, her breasts exposed after the rough treatment by her mistress earlier: “Yes.” Her breast tips looked like ripe strawberries, red and ripe.
        Velosa: “And would you like desert too my dearest one?”
        The girl nodded. She was urged onto the table with Gabrielle. She waited patiently for instruction. Velosa tugged her chain, pulling the girl’s face down to the fruit. The girl picked a cherry by the stem with her teeth, dipped it in the cream and fed it to Gabrielle.
        Gabrielle entirely aware of the symbolism of this choice of first fruit, licked the cream off the cherry slowly. Then she pulled the cherry off the stem. The girl chose a slice of apple, slid it through the syrup and then over Gabby’s lips.
Xena started to salivate watching the two mouths come so close to each other, barely. She could smell the sweetness and felt her blood rushing into her loins. Velosa’s lips parted slightly each time Gabrielle took the fruit from her young lover. After feeding the queen grapes teeth to teeth, a particularly juicy fig allowed the girl to lick Gabrielle’s mouth. Each paused; someone sucked in their breath. Gabrielle’s pink tongue met the girl’s. They tasted each other and kissed sloppily, eating the bits of fruit and sauces left on each other’s mouths.
Xena settled against Velosa. Legs wrapped along legs, Xena’s fingers had grasped her own breast and the other hand traveled to her crotch. She squirmed against her hand, feeling the wetness seep through. Velosa stroked Xena’s throat with her fingers and tongue, her back holding Xena up as they lay against the couch. Xena’s face flitted with agony. She wanted to taste Gabrielle. She could only imagine how her love would taste with those delicate sauces dripped along her supple form.
         Velosa struggled with the same urges for her slave. They writhed together, moaning for their lovers. Gabrielle felt delicious, she knew she was an enticing dessert. She slid her legs open.
Velosa commanded “Feel her!” The red-head’s hand eagerly reached for the young queen’s inner thigh. “Wet your fingers and delve into her!” Gabrielle’s tongue prodded more voraciously at the girl’s mouth. The girl put the two fingers in her mouth and they both licked them clean of the creams and honeys. As they went back to the hot kisses, the girl’s hand found Gabrielle’s opening. She was soaked thick, hot. The slave pierced a wet wall of passion, filling Gabrielle with two searching fingers.
        Xena’s hand had moved back to Velosa’s burning mound of desire and pushed against it: “Let’s have a little fun, shall we, Velosa?” She growled viciously. Gabrielle could hear her Warrior Princess waking up. A sudden flash zinged through her thighs. Battle lust. She thought to herself.
        Velosa: “Let’s.” Releasing Xena from her one-armed grip
        Xena stood up and took the girl by her lead: “Come on, little one. I have a chore for you.” The girl followed Xena to the corner, where Xena began to attach her to two shackles hanging from the ceiling. She then ripped off the translucent shift with a yank. The girl’s arms stretched high above her head, forcing her breasts forward and her belly flat. Xena engulfed one breast with her mouth. Bit the nipple, pulled it, then abandoned it to the air. She gave the other a rougher assault and stepped back. Her hand reached for the first breast and grasped it cruelly. She drew back and slapped the pert sensitive nipple with an arching backhand.
         Gabrielle stopped writhing on the table when she noticed that Xena’s behind showed through the leather flaps. Velosa had taken off Xena’s britches. Her legs were bare, all the way to the top; Gabrielle’s head swam. She sat up and put a warm hand on her breast, feeling around it and pinching the nipple. As Xena strapped the girl’s legs together, Velosa curled up behind the bard, tracing her firm ass, and nibbling her shoulders. Gabrielle’s head rolled with the pleasure. She reached for a plum and bit into it. Feeding the juicy opened plum to Velosa, as Xena tested the straps.
         She had often wondered if Xena had subjugated women as she had men. Of course now it’s plain to see she just took what she wanted. Like she takes me. Gabrielle smiled at the thought. Velosa was prodding at her for a kiss. Gabby turned and kissed her full on the mouth, as she had before when the intrigue of this powerful woman was too hard to resist.
         The twinge of guilt she felt then, had made it even more exciting. She had a new knowledge now—of other women—and Xena wasn’t angry with her for knowing. She pressed her bosom to Velosa, feeling in command of her passion. Velosa enveloped Gabrielle in a heated embrace.
         SNAP!
 The girl screamed. Xena gave the girl a broad paddle which produced a bright red bottom. Gabby and Velosa turned their heads to watch Xena give the girl a very thorough spanking. She alternated cheeks. The pink flesh quivered welted and grew rosy. The girl whimpered in pain and ecstasy and moaned for more.
Xena turned the girl toward her: “Oh you’ll be just fine.” The young woman nodded. Xena’s hands reached around and felt her ass glow with the heat. She massaged the tenderized bottom and licked her breasts moving toward her neck.
        Gabrielle hissed.
         Xena turned her head to see Velosa pouring hot beeswax across Gabrielle’s breasts and down her chest. She brought the candle back up and made a square pattern across the chest and down several times. Velosa bounced with laughter at Gabrielle’s side. Gabrielle stifled a short scream.
        Xena:  “Don’t make me have to gag you, sweetheart.” She threatened. Gabrielle’s eyebrows met upward in fear. She gritted her teeth and shook her head.
        Xena added: “Don’t worry. My love I won’t let her hurt you, too much.”
        Velosa taunted both of the younger women: “ I used to have a new slave each night. I killed them in the morning and threw their bodies out of the tower. There was a trail of bodies that washed up on the shore. That’s why they believe no one ever leaves here alive.” She said starting a new layer of wax. “But I would never kill her, Xena. I know that you love her. I know that love all too well, sweet one.”
        Gabrielle asked. “You love her?”
        Velosa: “Of course I do.” as she bent her head to nibble Gabrielle’s ear. She took her knife and held it against the    Gabrielle’s skin. “Don’t move. Gabrielle, it’s very sharp.” She scraped the cooled wax off her skin, in three large chunks. All that was left were the red marks were the temperature had risen. She stroked the strawberry blonde hair and pressed her hand along her neck. “You are very good. Come on Gabrielle, let’s show Xena what you learned.”
        Gabrielle: “Of course.” She unfolded her nude form from the table. The tablecloth sticking gently to her here and there. She tugged herself away and strode toward some wall shackles that were rather high off the ground. She stepped up onto a block of smooth wood. Xena squeezed the slave’s bottom roughly. She licked the girl’s nipples and pressed her face against the hot flesh of her belly. She inhaled as she anticipated Gabrielle’s performance.
        Velosa closed the latches that would hold Gabrielle in place: “Be a good girl, Gabrielle. Show Xena what you learned from me.”
        Gabrielle nearly  swooned: “Yes, mistress.” Xena’s mouth dropped open in disbelief as she watched Gabrielle splay herself with so willingly. Yes she and Gabrielle were intimate and yes they had toyed with each other but she had never seen Gabrielle so completely uninhibited. I must get some of that wine for our journey. Xena mused to herself. Gabrielle’s legs opened wider as Velosa’s hand stroked her behind. Gabrielle pushed her ass back and Xena could see her swollen wet, vulva, and the dripping golden hairs between her thighs.
        Velosa outfitted her arm with a wide leather strap and laced it through Gabby’s legs. She pulled it tight against the bard’s crotch and then threaded it back through, two or three times: “How is that Gabby? Are you wet?” She stroked Gabrielle’s sex and saturated the strap.

        Xena prepared herself to tease the young woman. She slid a long finger inside the girl, realizing she was small and very tight she asked softly,  “How long were you married?”
        The young woman replied: “Three months.” Her voice was soft. Xena’s finger felt her engorged lips.
        Xena:  “And did he . . . pierce you?” She said delving descriptively.
        The youngest of them smiled, slightly proud of herself. “No, My Mistress broke me. He never had the chance.”
        Xena started a slow grin “Was he old?” The girl nodded. “I’m not going to hurt you, you know that, right?”
        The girl: “Yes.”
         SLAP!
        The smack echoed across the chamber and Xena’s head whipped around to see the after math of a fierce lash spreading it’s red evidence on Gabrielle’s ass. Xena’s finger slipped in once.
         Another slap. The finger slipped in and out again.
        Velosa: “I said to count, Gabrielle.”
        Gabrielle: “Two!”
         Slap! The finger began to pick up a rhythm.
        Gabrielle: “Three!”
        After five Xena decided she would have to release the girl soon. She unhooked her cuffs from the ceiling and brought her to the couch. The girl collapsed in her arms. Xena held her tenderly, stroking her face and whispering: “Your mistress should be very proud of you. Little one.”
        Velosa was changing the dressing on her arm with a large and imposing phallus attachment.
        Xena kissed the girl softly. The girl descended between her thighs: “Can you service me, this way?” Xena was slightly surprised. The young woman nodded and crept toward Xena’s open lap. Her long arm reached over and fondled the girl’s breast as she loosely looped the lead against the soft fuzzy down between the girl’s thighs.
        Gabrielle’s bottom was tingling and red she was sure. She was taking the lashes silently. She yearned for the leather to sting her skin. The way the warmth crept over her flesh and through her body. Long welts kris-crossed her behind. Velosa paused. She reached her hand onto Gabrielle’s abused bottom to rub it: “What’s Xena doing?” Gabrielle asked.
        Velosa: “Getting a little treatment from my captive one.”
        Gabrielle turned to see the red head bobbing gently on Xena’s lap. She smiled: “I’m so glad you can get laid without me my love.” She said with a saucy grin. Velosa turned Gabrielle back to the wall. She poured warm oil on the phallus and prodded Gabrielle’s thick bulging vulva with it.
        Velosa: “I need you to spread a little more, my sweet.” Gabrielle moaned and did what she was told. Her pussy opened like a little locket with a slight ‘click’ and Velosa urged the phallus in.
        The girl’s tongue was very attentive, Xena’s hands had spread herself open and the slave was sucking as hard as she could. She stopped when Xena pulled her away slightly. Then she started making long, full licks all around the flowing cunt. Xena started to grind her hips against the mouth when she saw Gabrielle’s mouth open with a gasp.
Velosa had her hand on Gabby’s tit pinching and abusing it, while the cock slowly slid inside her pussy: “That’s a good girl. Mm-hmmm. That’s a very very good girl.” She said repeatedly with variations, soothing the nearly destroyed bard. Her voice heightened Gabrielle to an erotic trance. The working arm pushed up and into her drawing out and down and then faster, more intensely.
         Xena started to peak, her breasts moving in rhythm with the hard even stroking of the too eager tongue. The girl at Xena’s prodding added a finger to her plunging. Gabrielle felt the strongest surges building inside of her, Velosa’s hand moved to abuse the other nipple. “Ohhhh!” She called out. “Yes, Xennnah! Yes, mmmm.” She moaned. Velosa still prodded her gently with her voice.
        Xena couldn’t stand it anymore, watching her beloved so aroused and completely wrapped up in the act of arousing her, then calling her name in pure pleasure. She bucked harder against the tongue and fingers in her pussy. She opened her mouth to say “Gabrielle.” And her pleasure stretched the sound into a sigh. Gabrielle heard Xena starting to come and she bucked her hips harder to accompany the wild rush of that large phallus being shoved up her cunt. She groaned as she climbed. Velosa’s hand reached down to touch her throbbing clit and she soared “Yeeessss!” She shouted and heard Xena’s wild roar come from behind her. She held on as long as she could to be sure her lover saw her taking the whole thing inside of her and feel it’s length fill her with passion. She rocked and bucked against the thing and when she was done Velosa let it slip out.
        Xena cooed: “Mmmm, honey.” she said grabbing Gabrielle and kissing her soundly. Velosa reached up to unchain the young amazon.
        Gabrielle: “Oh Xena,” She replied near to tears.
        Xena:  “I got you now, sweetheart. I gotcha now.” She fell into Xena’s arms and they kissed fervently. Their sweat laden brows brushing against each other.
        Gabrielle: “Yes, Xena. You’ve got me. Hold me, let me . . .” Their hands and arms wrapped clasping their bodies tightly.
        Xena scooped up the young queen and brought her to the bed, where they nuzzled and snuggled into each other: “I’m so proud of you.”
        Gabrielle: “Me too. See, I’m not a baby anymore.”
        Xena:  “I KNOW.” They both sighed.
        Gabrielle: “Xena,”
        Xena:  “Yeah?”
        Gabrielle: “You still owe me two backrubs.”
        Xena:  “I know. I owe you more than that, Gabrielle.”
        Gabrielle: “Oh don’t you know it Warrior Princess.” They both quit fighting.
                 Zzzzz.
 

        On the couch, a young woman snuggled against her mistress’ back. “I love you, darling.”
        The girl replied: “And I love you, my dark one.” She said feeling the rough scars against her skin and not feeling fear, not feeling afraid. She felt obedient, whole as did they all.