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Not for the first time did Princess Leona chafe against the trappings of palace dress. Gowns and jewels and make-up were all well and good here but she couldn’t help but feel that she’d be more at home in the field with her “girls.”
Girls was hardly the term that anyone else might have applied to Leona’s Amazon warriors but it was the way she thought of them. They, all of them herself included, they were warriors, fierce in battle and not ones to be taken advantage of.
But here, Leona sighed, here in the palace, things were different. People still underestimated her at their own risk but here, you were expected to act like a lady, meaning you were supposed to act demure.
Leona didn’t do demure well.
A woman joined Leona as she walked down the halls. “Sister,” the other woman said. “You look troubled.”
“Yeah,” Leona growled, “how can you tell?”
The other woman just laughed. “One look at you is enough to tell.”
“Thanks,” Leona grumbled.
Princess Grace just laughed again. “You know damned well that you don’t want to be here and you know damned well that the only thing worse than being here and not wanting to be here is being here and having everyone think you want to be here.”
“Yeah well there is that,” Leona allowed.
“And now for some bad news, sister. You’ve heard the news from Persia?”
Leona couldn’t help but tense up at that. “I heard. What about it?”
“It seems the king has taken a bit of a fancy to you, sister. I understand he’s sent a messenger to ask father for permission to marry you.”
“Ha! Like I’d ever marry him and besides, I’m not sure when or if I’m ever going to marry. I enjoy my freedom too much for that. He’d do better if he tried to get his hands on you.”
“Me? What makes you think I’d want to marry him any more than you would?”
“I didn’t say you’d want to marry him any more than I would. I’m just saying you’re more suited to palace life than I am.”
“Hmmph. There’s palace life and there’s palace life. I wouldn’t want him any more than you would but then that’s not my problem. It’s you he’s asking about, not me.”
“What do you think father will say?”
“Father’s old and he’s tired. I think he’d fancy an alliance if he could get one but I’m not sure it would matter. Father’s not likely to sell us out and the king of Persia doesn’t strike me as the sort of man who really wants to have to ask permission. If you ask me, I think he’s most likely just going through the motions so that when father says no, he can say he was justified in taking you for himself.”
“He wouldn’t dare.”
“All I’m saying sister is as long as you have the troops on your side, I’d be ready to use them in case it comes to that.”
Leona nodded. It was good advice. Actually, considering the position she was in, it was very good advice and it was good for her personally. At least when she was seeing to her troops, she didn’t have to think about what the Persian king’s envoy was saying to father.
It was late at night when there came a knock at her door. Honestly, she didn’t much like sleeping in the palace. Things here were too comfortable, too easy, too ... soft. “Yes,” she called out.
The door opened and suddenly she found herself staring at the Persian king’s envoy.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” she asked.
The envoy was an oily sort of a man, slight of build and balding a bit with an obsequious sort of manner. “I came to see you,” the envoy said.
“This is most improper. Get out of my bedroom now!”
“Of course, my dear, of course. All in good time but first—”
“No, god dammit. There’s no but first. You get out of my bedroom now.”
“Yes, of course, my dear, but first I want you to look at this.”
Like fuck she was going to look at what the man was holding in his hand but in spite of herself, she looked and then she looked again.
“That’s it. Look at this. Look at what I’m holding in my hand.”
She was looking. She couldn’t look away.
“That’s it. Feel it in your pussy.”
She could feel it in her pussy. No, that was wrong but no, no it wasn’t wrong. Her pussy was so hot. Her pussy was so wet.
“That’s it,” the man said. “That’s it. Feel it in your pussy.”
She could feel it. Oh geez, it was almost like there was a cock in her pussy but of course that couldn’t be. What the hell was the matter with her.
“That’s it. Feel it.”
“No,” she growled. “No.” She could feel the need between her legs. No, that was wrong. This man was doing something to her. “Get out of my room,” she growled.
“Very good,” the envoy said with approval. “I can see why our king likes you. A woman should have some fire in her. It means you still have to break her when you get her but you don’t want a woman with no fire at all.”
“I said get out.”
“Of course, princess. Of course,” and with that, the man backed out of her bedroom leaving Leona shaken with his withdrawal. She wasn’t sure what it was he’d done to her but whatever it was, she knew she’d have to fight it even harder the next time.
The envoy left the next day and it was clear that he would not be coming back but before he left, he had an ominous message for the king and his family. His had been a mission to see if there was a way to broker a marriage peacefully. In the future, any further negotiations would be made with the king himself. No one really had any doubt what that meant. The Persian king was coming and when he came, he’d be bringing his army with him.
Princess Leona was hardly one to ignore what was an obvious threat. She knew she couldn’t fight the king on his terms. His army was just too large for that but if she could get him to fight the fight on her terms, there still might be a path to victory.
But before she engaged in any fight, she was going to have to consult the oracle first.
Of course, one didn’t talk directly to the oracle. One talked instead to the elders.
Elders. Leona had always thought that to be rather a strange name for the individuals to be consulted. Maybe at one time that had been what they were. Maybe at one time, the elders had been older people. Maybe at one time, they’d even been wise but that wasn’t what they were now. Now, they were elected officials, elected by the people, little more than political hacks. It was said they gave the citizens a voice in their government.
Leona shook her head. A colossal waste of time. That’s what she thought they were.
Leona entered the hall where the elders received petitioners. She was recognized immediately and since rank did have its privileges, she was moved to the front of the line. “What can we do for you, Princess?” the lead elder asked.
This one at least deserved the title of elder because at least he was old. He had white hair and the years had made his face deeply lined. The same could not be said of the other elders. Heck, Leona thought, one of them looked to be no older than Leona herself. “Honored elders, the king of Persia is readying his forces. He plans to attack. I need your permission to meet him before he enters our city.”
“I see. And you wish us to consult the oracle for you.”
“If it pleases the Elders, yes,” Leona replied. “Time is of the essence though. We must deploy before it is too late.”
“Such things cannot be rushed, my dear,” the lead elder said.
“My apologies, sir,” Leona said although she did not feel overly apologetic. “I did not mean to tell you how you were supposed to act,” although perhaps someone should be telling them that.
“Very well,” the lead elder said. “Come back tomorrow at this same time and you will have your answer.”
Twenty-four hours. She could wait that long at least. “Thank you,” Leona said. “I appreciate your attention to this and I look forward to your answer,” and with that, she withdrew from the room.
Just moments after Leona had left the chamber, a hooded figure stepped out of one of the shadowy alcoves.
Leona might have recognized what the hooded figure held in its hand for it was the same device that the king’s envoy had used on her just the night before but if any of the elders recognized it, they gave no indication. Indeed, each of them was staring slack-jawed at the device that in the darkened chamber seemed to glow in the hand of its owner. “You have done well,” the holder of the device said. “There is no need to consult the oracle.”
“There is no need,” each of the five men repeated flatly.
“She must wait.”
“She must wait,” each of the five repeated.
“Excellent,” the hooded figure said, “and now, you gentlemen deserve to be paid for your service.”
For just a moment, the object, whatever it was that the hooded figure was holding, the object glowed even brighter and each of the elders stared at it unseeingly but heat they saw instead was something else. Each of them saw the Princess Leona, her lean, taut body now stripped of its clothing and ready for sex, ready for sex with each of them. Each of them saw her the way they wanted to see her whether it was on her knees with a cock in her mouth or sitting astride a man as she vigorously rode his cock or maybe on her back whining plaintively that she was just a whore that needed to be fucked and would he please, please give her the cock she needed so badly or maybe just on her hands and knees with a cock in her tight, little ass. It didn’t matter that what the elders were seeing wasn’t actually real. What mattered was it was real to them and from now on it was the way each of them would always see her, as a slut just waiting to be used.
The hooded figure stepped back and then stepped out of the chamber and then finally out into the sunlight and it was only then that the figure removed its hood and it was only then that one could see that the figure was in fact a woman. In fact, she wasn’t just any woman. Her name was Sharon and she was the only woman on the political council to the king.
Leona returned to the elders just as she had said she would thinking that she would receive their blessing for her plan of action. There was, after all, no other course of action that made sense. If they were going to be attacked, of course they had to defend themselves.
What she hadn’t counted on was the way the elders now saw her. She wasn’t a warrior anymore. She was nothing more than a slut, a whore or a bimbo and rather than spending her time on a battlefield, she’d do better spending time in a place where her true talents lay, preferably a room with a bed.
“Sirs, I have returned here as requested and at the appointed hour. I wonder if you have had time to consider my proposal.”
“We have,” the lead elder said.
“And have you had a chance to consult the oracle?” Leona asked.
“We have,” the lead elder lied. There was after all no reason to disturb the oracle with someone as insignificant as this.
“And have you come to a decision?”
“We have.”
“And that is?”
“You are in no way to mount an attack whatsoever.”
“What?!”
“The timing is not right,” the lead elder said. “You would do better instead to set your mind to tasks more suited to someone in your position.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Go back, Princess. Go back to your palace and reflect on what it is you were truly meant to do. That is our final decision.”
All five men nodded in agreement leaving Leona to stagger out of the chamber. What the hell had just happened there?
Leona was hardly one to fritter her time on useless thoughts. What had happened was that the oracle was a fool. Well fuck it and the oracle be damned.
That’s what Leona was thinking. She knew her tactic was the right one. If the Persians were coming, and she was sure that they were, each day they waited would make it that much harder to stop the invading army. For that matter, if one waited long enough, the opposing army would have already won and there would be no reason to fight. No, the time was now. They had to fight while they still could.
Leona stopped by the barracks on her way back from the consultation with the oracle whereupon she gathered her top lieutenants around her. To a certain extent, each of the three women looked very similar to their commander. Each had a taut body that years of conditioning had made into a fighting machine. Each had small breasts and short hair but there were differences as well. Where Melanie was a blond, Jackie and Kris were brunettes while their commander was a fiery redhead. Jackie was the jokes get of the bunch and was more prone to breaking into a grin at any given time whereas Kris was nearly always stone faced and stoic. “What did the oracle say?” asked Melanie.
“The oracle said wait,” Leona said.
The uneasy silence said more than words could say. “What the hell are we supposed to be waiting for?” Kris finally asked.
“For Persian soldiers to come knocking on our door,” Jackie said wryly.
“So what the hell are we supposed to do?” Melanie asked.
“I have no intention of waiting.”
“But the oracle—”
“The oracle be damned. The oracle doesn’t fight the wars. We do.”
“But then why even ask the oracle in the first place if you already knew what we were going to do?”
“It was for cover.”
“For cover?”
“Absolutely. They might have said yes but either way, we were going to go.”
“So when do we go?”
“Get everyone ready because we leave at night before the next day dawns.”
“It will be done,” the three officers said in near unison.
Leona couldn’t help but notice the spring in her step as she walked back to the castle. Finally, she thought. Finally, she was going to get out of here. Finally, she was going to be back out in the field with her troops which was where she belonged.
She and her lieutenants had already selected the place where they wanted to be. It was a narrow pass at a place called Thermopylae. In almost any other place, the superior numbers of the Persian army would almost certainly overwhelm the far smaller number of troops that Leona had under her command but not here. Here, a small and determined force could hold a far larger army at bay. Yes, there were other ways around the pass at Thermopylae but Leona and her lieutenants were sure that the Persian king would utterly reject any detour that would take his army out of the path that he wanted to pursue. To make such accommodations would be seen as giving in and if there was anything that Leona was sure of, it was that her adversary most definitely wouldn’t want to be seen giving and most definitely not giving in to a woman.
Leona and her troops arrayed themselves in a barrier across the pass. Steep and nearly insurmountable cliffs rose up on either side of them and the only road leading up to where they were was a steep grade that would slow the advancing horde to a near crawl and even if they did have to withdraw, the enemy would still have to follow them back up the hill. It was the perfect place to set their trap.
Leona strode back and forth behind her lines. “Everyone stay sharp,” she reminded them even though she knew such reminders wouldn’t be needed. Her troops knew what to do but it didn’t hurt to have them hear it again. “Remember, don’t try to do too much. Just cover your zones of approach.”
Leona’s troopers knew what to do and Leona knew they knew what to do. She was merely reminding them that she knew they knew what to do.
“Here they come,” someone called out.
“All right then. Ladies, places please.”
There was no way that the Persians could have missed the fact that their way was blocked but the force in front of them looked so small that not a one of them took it seriously.
“Closer,” Leona yelled out as she let the opposing army move in. “Let them get closer.”
The opposing army was on the incline now and still Leona and her troops held there fire.
“Closer,” Leona yelled out. “Closer.”
The opposing army got closer and closer.
“Now,” Leona cried out. “Let them have it.”
Arrows poured out from Leona and her troops and several of the Persians fell. Moments later, there was another volley and then yet another and more of the Persians fell.
“Keep it up, girls,” Leona told her troops.
The opposing army had come to a near complete halt and still more arrows rained down on them.
A few hearty souls tried to advance but when they soon realized that their comrades weren’t coming with them, they soon fell back.
Leona’s girls laughed at the retreating soldiers and they turned and lifted their skirts and swayed their butts tauntingly at the soldiers below them. it was a trademark of sorts of Leona and her troopers. It was almost as if to say look at us. You’ve just been beaten by a bunch of girls and don’t you feel silly now.
“If you know what’s good for you, you’ll quit now before you lose any more soldiers,” Leona called out.
“Never,” a lone voice called out from across the enemy lines.
Leona and her troops just laughed at that.
The Persians had been silly enough to once more try and mount an attack as if the first time had been some sort of a horrible mistake but what they found was that the only true mistake was trying to mount a second assault on Leona and her troops in their fortified positions.
The Persian king was not at all happy with this turn of events. “I will not be turned back by a handful of simple women,” he railed at his general staff.
“They have good position,” one of his generals admitted.
The king looked scornfully at the man. “Do I look like I care what their position is?” he growled. “The only position I really want to see them in is flat on their backs with my dick between their legs showing them what they are good for. Do you understand that?”
“Yes, sir, but sir, they do have the high ground.”
The king seemed to be about to say something to his general or worse, to do something to the man. If he had done something to the man, it wouldn’t have been the first time he’d used his sword on a member of his staff who’d had the audacity to tell him no but at least this time, the king relented. “Perhaps,” the king admitted. “Perhaps. Bring me the Immortals.”
“Yes, sir,” said one of the generals.
The Immortals was a set of crack troops that the king used when he ran into a problem that his regular troops couldn’t easily overcome. They trained separately from the others and they lived by their own code and they took pride in getting the job done no matter what it took to do it.
“I want to get through there,” the king told his men, “and no nest of dickless soldiers is going to keep me from doing that. Do you hear me?”
“Yes, sir,” said his soldiers.
“Clear them out of there,” the king told his men. “I intend to pass and I don’t like to wait.”
“We will, sir.”
From their vantage point, Leona and her troops watched a smaller group break off from the main army and moving under an elaborate grouping of shields, begin to make their way slowly up the grade toward Leona and her troops. Arrows were fired but these never reached their mark.
Once again, Leona was striding behind her troopers. “All right, girls,” she told them, “stand ready. Here they come.”
The women were ready even as they watched the Immortals close on their position.
“Now,” Leona commanded and moments later, flaming arrows came flying out from Leona’s troopers but none of them were aimed at the advancing soldiers. Some missed their mark but enough of them found their targets and hidden stores of oil were ignited by the arrows causing a firestorm which engulfed the advancing Immortals.
Leona and her girls cheered as yet another battle was won and once more, they pulled up their skirts and they taunted the opposing army with their bare pussies.
With equal parts anger and horror, the king watched as his elite guard was swept away and finally he turned to one of his generals. “Bring out the pink powder.”
“Sir, no,” said an aide to one of the king’s generals.
The king grabbed the subordinate. “I said bring out the pink powder. Do it and do it now.”
The officer looked at his general as if maybe hoping that there might be some reprieve there but one look was all it took to tell the man that there wasn’t going to be any help from that quarter. “Do as your king has commanded you to do,” the general ordered.
“Yes, sir,” the officer said.
The king watched the man go and when he was sure the fellow was far enough away, he pulled his general aside. “When we send in the troops, he’s the first one in. You got that?”
Unlike the more junior officer, the general knew better than to argue with his king. “Sir, yes, sir,” the general responded smartly.
The king looked at his general. It really wasn’t in his nature to question that his order would be questioned but still he gave the general a “you better not fail me, too” look before giving the man a curt nod and turning to move off to survey some other parts of his army’s preparations.
It wasn’t long before the general’s aide returned with several canisters. He looked around for the king and only then when he saw that the coast was clear did he feel enough courage to speak a little more openly. “Are we really going to do this, sir?”
The general’s face was wooden as he looked at his aide. “The king is in a really foul mood,” he said finally, “so the answer to your question is yes, we’re really going to do this.”
The aide looked back at the field of battle. “Heaven help us,” the man said, “and while it’s at it, maybe heaven should help them, too.”
Like his aide, the general too looked back at the field of battle. “I don’t think even heaven could help them now.”
During the day, the prevailing winds blew through the pass coming from behind Leona and her troops and blowing down on the troops below them but at night, those winds shifted and the winds blew up from the troops toward Leona and her girls. All night long, Leona and her girls had known that the army was up to something and yet while they had expected a night attack to come, none had. That morning though as the sun began to rise, Leona and her troops found themselves looking up at a totally unexpected sight.
It was balloons. There must have been a dozen or maybe more of them, the women thought. They were too small to carry a man but they were there floating overhead and as Leona and her girls looked, something happened and in the rays of the dawn of a new day, pinkish, glittering powder poured out from each of the balloons and poured down on the women below.
“What is this?” Leona asked.
An equally bewildered lieutenant shook her head.
“Is this the best they can do,” Leona asked. “Is this the best they can do? Annoy us.”
“Maybe it was supposed to do something else.”
“Well duh. Obviously.” Leona looked back down at the troops below them. “Is that the best you can do?” she railed. “Is it because if it is, it’s pretty pathetic,” and with that, Leona and her girls once more showed their pussies to the men below.
The day wore on and the army seemed content to wait. Wait for what, Leona wondered. What was she missing? What were they waiting for?
She had no answer to that so she had to content herself with walking behind her lines and making sure her girls stayed ready for the attack whenever it came.
During one of these patrols, Melanie stopped her. “Do you know where we are?” Melanie asked.
“Where we are?” a bewildered Leona asked.
“Yeah where we are. The place. Do you know what it’s called.”
“It’s Thermopylae,” a mystified Leona said. “Why?”
“Do you know what that means?”
“What what means?”
“Thermopylae. Do you know what it means?”
Leona shook her head. She had no idea where her lieutenant was going with this.
“It means the hot gates,” Melanie said with a giggle. “That’s what each of us is and I can’t wait to let some guy inside my hot gate.”
Leona couldn’t help but stare at her friend in disbelief but the strangest part was that now that Melanie had said it, she could totally see it and she understood it as well. After all, it was hot out there and she was hot, too.
Unaware of what was transpiring in the field, back at home, Princess Grace was hoping to find more support for her sister. No matter how good her sister or her soldiers were, 300 troops was not enough to stand against a whole army. If only she could find more troops to send, then maybe the day still could be won. It was why she was where she was. It was why she was knocking on this very door.
The door opened and the woman inside nodded. “Princess? What can I do for you?”
“I need your help, Sharon.”
“You need my help?”
“I need to address the council. We need to get more troops out there to support my sister.”
“Won’t you come in?”
The princess stepped into the other woman’s apartments.
“Your sister acted recklessly,” Sharon began. “All accounts say that the Elders told her not to go and yet she went anyway.”
“She had no choice. The Elders were wrong.”
“Hmm. The council’s not going to want to hear you say that.”
“It’s the truth.”
“Yes, well that may be but the council’s still not going to want to hear it.”
“I need to know where you stand,” Grace said. “Will you get me an audience before the council?”
“Why of course I will, princess, but before I do, I want to see what you’re going to do for me.”
The princess might have said something if it weren’t for the object that’s Sharon now held in her hand which now held the princess’s transfixed gaze.
“Yes, yes, yes. What to do with you,” Sharon chuckled. “You know, I never did understand why my employer wanted your sister so. If it were me, I would have thought he would have gone for the more girly girl. Someone like you and not little miss warrior princess and just looking at you, I can see that you agree with me. I can see you like girly girls, too.”
It was true. Grace liked girly girls.
“Girly girls are so much better than boys, wouldn’t you agree, Princess? Girly girls have girly bodies. Girly girls have tender bodies and girly girls have wet pussies. You’re a girly girl, aren’t you, Princess. You’ve got a wet pussy, don’t you?”
Still transfixed by the object that Sharon was holding, she didn’t so much think it as she felt it. She had a wet pussy.
“Pussies are so nice, Princess. You must love them so much, especially wet pussies such as yours, Princess. Especially wet pussies such as mine.”
Grace loved wet pussies.
“I bet you can’t wait to slide your tongue down between my legs. Just the thought of that makes you hotter and wetter. You want to please me because you love wet pussies. Just remember, the more you get, the more you want.”
It was true. She did love wet pussies and she couldn’t wait to service Sharon’s pussy.
As caught up and as interested as she was in Sharon’s pussy, Grace never even noticed when Sharon put the device away. “Should we have you show me what you like?” Sharon asked.
Grace nodded eagerly.
“Good then. Why don’t you undress me.”
Grace couldn’t wait to do that and in very short order, she’d removed the clothes from Sharon’s body.
“Kneel,” Sharon ordered.
Even as she knelt, Grace couldn’t help but wonder what Sharon had in mind but it wouldn’t take her long to find out. In no time at all, Sharon was moving forward and then she was straddling Grace’s face. “Lick this,” she ordered.
It wasn’t like that was an order that she could have refused even if she’d wanted to but the truth was it was an order that she very much did want to comply with. She did so love wet pussies and she couldn’t wait to show this woman exactly that.
Sharon couldn’t help but moan as the princess’s tongue went to work on her pussy. The princess’s tongue was so good at what it was doing that Sharon almost wondered if it had done this before. Most likely not, she thought, but geez, that tongue was good.
The princess knew her tongue was making Sharon even wetter and she loved it. She loved wet pussies.
“Fuck,” Sharon groaned. Fuck, she was cumming and it felt so fucking good. One thing was certain. She was going to have to have the princess eat her pussy again.
The next day found the two women waiting outside of the council chambers. “I’ll bring you in with me,” Sharon said, “and then I’ll introduce you and that will be your opportunity to be heard.”
Grace nodded although she was having trouble focusing. Just being around Sharon made her pussy wet and if her pussy was wet, she couldn’t help but wonder if Sharon’s pussy was wet and just that thought was enough to make her want to slip her tongue between ...
No! Stop. Concentrate. You have work to do.
But it was so hard.
“Are you ready?” Sharon asked.
Grace nodded. Concentrate, she told herself. Concentrate.
“All right then. Here we go.”
Grace followed Sharon into the chamber and she couldn’t help but note the swing of the other woman’s ass. Concentrate, she told herself again. Concentrate.
Grace sat where she was told to sit and for the moment sitting beside Sharon she wasn’t looking at her and in that moment at least, things were fine.
The First Speaker called the council to order and Sharon quickly rose to her feet. “Mr. Speaker,” she said,“I have an urgent matter which I believe demands we set aside our normal agenda.”
The Speaker looked piqued. “What sort of matter is this?”
“It deals with the affairs of state. Indeed, it deals with our very livelihood. I demand to be heard.”
“This is most irregular—”
“Mr. Speaker, please. Time is of the essence here.”
The Speaker looked around the room. “What say you all. Should we set aside our regular schedule to hear what Speaker Sharon has to say?”
There were some grumblings but there was no doubt in the vote. A matter as urgent as Sharon claimed this one to be most certainly did demand their attention.
“Speaker Sharon,” the First Speaker said, “the floor is yours.”
“Thank you, Mr. Speaker,” and with that, Sharon turned to address her fellow council members. “As some of you may have already noted, when I came into the chambers today, I brought with me the Princess Grace.”
God, Sharon looked hot, Grace told herself. No, concentrate. Concentrate.
“Princess Grace came to me last night because she said she needed my help in addressing this most august body. She said that her sister was in the field fighting an army that vastly outnumbered hers and that help must be sent immediately.
“I tell you now my fellow council members that I was not taken in in the least.”
That last line was enough to snap the princess out of her reverie. What the hell was going on here.
“The princess came to my quarters to defile herself on my body. The princess said, and I quote, only women excite me. No man could ever excite me sexually.”
She hadn’t said anything of the sort although ...
“She said I excited her. She said she wanted me. She said if I did not give her what she wanted, she would destroy me.”
Anger surged in the princess.
“I resisted. She insisted. I resisted again.”
The bitch!
“Finally, I told her she was going to have to leave but not before I tricked her into thinking we should come here to get troops to help her sister.”
The god damned fucking bitch.
“Clearly, the princess is flawed and now I have doubts about her sister as well.”
That was all that Grace could take. She was out of her seat and she was launching herself at the other woman. “You bitch,” she screamed. “You bitch. How dare you.”
It took eight men to finally pull the two women apart and it was only then that someone noticed a pouch lying there on the floor. Grace pulled herself loose from the men that were holding her and she knelt down and shook some of the contents out of the pouch. “What’s this, Sharon? These are Persian gold pieces. What are you doing with Persian money, Sharon?”
“That’s not mine.”
“Sure it is, Sharon. This is your pouch. What are you doing with Persian money, Sharon?”
“That’s none of your business.”
“No actually, I think it is my business. In fact, I think it’s all of our business. It looks like you’ve been selling us out, Sharon. Is that it?”
“Fuck you.”
“How eloquent, Sharon. I suppose I should have expected nothing less from you,” and then as Grace continued to rummage around in the other woman’s pouch, she found something else. “What’s this, Sharon? Is this an Avileen crystal? Sharon, you haven’t been using this to change minds now, have you?”
“That’s none of your business.”
“Sharon, Sharon, Sharon. You keep saying that and yet as we keep continuing to find out, it is indeed all of our business.”
“What should we do with her?” one of the council members asked.
Grace smiled slyly. “I think I know exactly what to do with her. Take her back to my quarters.”
“Yes, Princess.”
“And as for the rest of you,” Grace said with a withering look at the rest of the council, “I want you to get my sister some help and I want you to get it for her now.”
“We will,” one of the council members said.
It wasn’t long before the two women were back in Grace’s apartments. “So I expect my sister is going to meet up with the entire Persian army.”
“That’s right,” Sharon said defiantly.
“And I suppose that means she’ll be hopelessly outnumbered.”
“Hopelessly,” Sharon agreed.
“And I suppose that means you think she’s going to lose.”
“Oh yeah. She’s going to lose really big.”
“You know, you just don’t get it, do you? You have no idea when you should shut the hell up.”
“What?”
“You seem to act like you’re in control here when you’re not. I’ve given you three chances to show a little compassion and each time, you’ve thrown it back in my face. My sister may in fact lose but then again, she’s tough. She might not lose. You, on the other hand, there’s no doubt about what’s going to happen to you.”
“Why? What’s going to happen to me?” Sharon asked defiantly.
“This,” Grace said and with that, she held up the Avileen crystal and she watched as the other woman’s face went blank. “You are so stupid,” Grace said. “You never did learn when you should shut the hell up.”
Sharon of course said nothing as she waited docilely to see what Grace was going to say next.
Grace was only just beginning to realize that no matter how right it might feel, the desire to lick another woman’s pussy was not something that had been there before and that maybe, just maybe, maybe those thoughts had been put in her mind by the woman who was now under her control and yet she had to admit, even if that were the case, did it really matter or was the only thing that really mattered the fact that she wanted to lick this woman’s pussy and yet even as Grace asked the question, she already knew the answer.
“You belong to me,” Grace said.
“I belong to you,” the other woman said.
“You are my slave.”
“I am your slave.”
“Your name is Slave Sharon.”
“My name is Slave Sharon.”
“You exist to please me. Beyond that, nothing else matters. You exist to please me.”
“I exist to please you.”
“Good girl and now since you do exist to please me, you can start by taking off your skirt.”
“Yes, of course,” Sharon said.
Grace had to fight the urge to lick her lips for what was coming next because as much as she knew she now was the way that Sharon had made her, that did absolutely nothing to assuage the overwhelming urge to slide in between the other woman’s thighs and let her tongue do what it really wanted to do. Only the knowledge that she could have that whenever she wanted it was enough to keep her urges at bay and besides, she had to teach Sharon a lesson and she had to make sure the other women never left her. “My naked body excites you,” Grace instructed her new slave.
“Your naked body, yes.”
“You want to service my body in the most intimate of ways. The more intimate the better.”
“Yes.”
“And the more you do, the more you want to do.”
“Yes, more,” Sharon slavishly repeated.
Grace put the crystal away. “Slave Sharon, come to me.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Unzip my dress.”
“Yes, Mistress,” and Sharon stepped behind Grace as she did what she was told to do.
“Take my dress off of me.”
“Yes, Mistress,” and Grace couldn’t help but notice how Sharon’s hand caressed her body as she did exactly that.
“And my undergarments. Take them off, too.”
“Yes, Mistress.” Moments later, Grace wasn’t wearing any clothes at all.
“The rest of your clothes, remove them please.”
“Yes, Mistress.” Since Grace hadn’t told her slave to come back in front of her, her slave removed her clothes while still standing behind Grace but when Grace felt her slave’s hands slide around her waist and when she felt her slave’s breasts press up nakedly against her back, she knew her order had been followed.
Oh my, that was hot. That was so hot and when Sharon’s hands began to work their way between Grace’s legs, Grace couldn’t help but notice how wet her pussy was. Grace loved wet pussies and even if she couldn’t service her own cunt, there was someone who could. “Slave,” she said breathlessly, “help me to my bed.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Join me on the bed.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Is your pussy wet, Slave?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Grace couldn’t help herself any longer. Her needs now refused to remain quiet for a moment longer. She laid back against he pillows on her bed and she looked at her slave. “You’re going to service me with your mouth, Slave, even as I service you with mine. Mount me, Slave. Mount me so I can eat your pussy.”
“Yes, Mistress,” and again, Sharon did exactly as she was instructed to do, mounting Grace’s body and pushing her pussy up against the princess’s mouth even as her own mouth slid between the princess’s legs.
Mmm, Grace thought as she licked the pussy in front of her. Mmm, she liked this. No, it wasn’t just a like. It was love. Mmm, she loved eating this pussy and she loved having her own pussy eaten. Mmm, she loved this a lot and as she came, the princess couldn’t help but think that from now on, she and her new slave were going to be doing this a lot.
Meanwhile back on the field of battle, Leona was trying desperately to maintain discipline within her troops but it was so hard to do when it was getting harder by the minute to maintain discipline within herself as well.
Somewhere along the way, she’d lost some her armor. She hadn’t meant to but it had been so hot and she’d only taken it off for a moment because it was hurting her breasts and when she realized again that she didn’t have her armor on, she couldn’t seem to remember where she’d left it and the truth was she wasn’t the only one who was out of uniform. Everyone, it seemed, had lost at least some part of their equipment. Most of them, like her, had lost some of the heavier pieces but there were others that had lost even more.
Like Nikki, for instance. The girl looked like she was absolutely burning up. Somewhere along the way, she’d lost all of her armor and her tunic had gotten pulled out of her skirt but that wasn’t what made her look hot. What made the raven haired girl look hot was that in the heat of the sun, her skin had an almost damp sheen to it.
And then of course there was Thea. The little blond haired girl had stripped herself naked and she was holding a flower that she’d plucked from the ground as she skipped back and forth behind the battlements.
“Here they come,” someone called out and Leona found herself racing to the line to see for herself.
They were coming all right and Leona couldn’t help but feel a twinge of anticipation but it wasn’t the anticipation of battle, she realized. It was anticipation of something else.
God, look at them, Leona told herself even as her hand seemingly worked its way up under her skirt of its own volition. God, look at them. There were so many of them. There were so ... many ... men!
God, she couldn’t believe it but her pussy was so wet. Look at them. Look at all those men.
She had the vague feeling that something was wrong, that she shouldn’t just be standing there, that she should be doing ... something, but honestly, when there were that many men around, really who could blame her if she found it hard to think straight but really, with all that much raw testosterone around, who wanted to think anyway? Leona knew that wasn’t what she wanted to do.
And then it was almost as if Leona and her girls were surging over their barriers and for a moment, it wasn’t clear who was moving forward to meet who and then Leona and her girls were upon the invaders and Leona couldn’t help but moan lustily as one of the invaders bent her over and stuck his cock in her pussy and even as the man fucked her, Leona instinctively knew that her pussy was changing him, changing him into the man she needed him to be, changing him permanently into an inveterate cock hound, changing him into the type of man whose only thought was to fuck her a nice, little needy pussy ... like hers.
And oh fuck, that was exactly what her pussy needed. Her pussy needed to be fucked. Her pussy needed to be fucked so bad and then before she knew it, his cock was cumming and she couldn’t help but moan at the feel of that because she did so love the feel of fresh cum in her pussy.
But she couldn’t stop there. Her pussy was so hungry and there were so many men. She just had to keep fucking and fucking. She didn’t care if that made her a slut. She didn’t care if that got her pregnant. All she knew was she had to fuck and fucking and fuck and then fuck some more. God, this was what she loved. This was what it felt like to be a winner.