Date: Wed, 6 Jun 2001 18:55:50 -0700 (PDT)
From: B Chapel <merdement@yahoo.com>
Subject: Empire Ch. II

Dear reader,

This story, and those that may follow, involve a
place, time and people that never were. There will be
a healthy dose of lesbian erotica; plus some BD/SM,
non-consensual, adult-youth and possibly some (gasp)
hetero as the plot progresses. Any comments -- good and
especially bad -- are very welcome and encouraged via
the e-mail address at the bottom. One cannot progress
without feedback.

THE LEGAL THING: This is a work of fiction. Any
similarities to real persons, living or dead, is
purely coincidental. Any similarities to characters in
other fictional works, other than those pulled from
classical mythology (and therefore within the public
domain), are also coincidental. If individuals feel
that this story impinges on their person or work
should take no offense, as none is meant or was
intended. They should also relax and obsess less.

Remember, if we stopped writing when we ran out of
original themes, literature would have died with the
Greeks.

Enjoy,

The Author


*********

Chapter 2

The encounter with the mage, Roquan, in the great hall
had put Choura off balance. She was used to encounters
going her way -- one way or another. Those who weren't
immediately cowed by her size were most often scared
off by a sense of directed and focused menace; a
formidable aspect she had trained herself to project.
Then, if all else failed, she was content to batter
obstacles into the ground and walk over the rubble.
Hanging helpless in the air and in the mage's control
had shaken her, now Choura was angry.
She strode down the corridors toward the suite the
Empress had prepared for her, close on the heels of a
page dressed in bright colors decorated with a double
circle emblem in the middle of the back. He was young
still, not nearly through his change to adulthood, and
gangly. As he walked quickly before her he would
occasionally look back at the Amazon, more out of fear
than concern for the duties of his job.
When he was first summoned to the throne by the
Empress, Paulinius smiled at the idea of escorting the
black-maned war Goddess to her room. He would have
escorted her anywhere. He would have escorted her
straight to the gates of Hell just as long as he got
to walk behind her. Besides, he thought, the walk is
just long enough to get to know her. Knowing was half
the battle.
After a syllable of his small talk the Amazon slammed
down her faceplate, replacing her dark eyes with a
roaring lion faceplate. His heart sank and his stomach
churned. He had made a serious error. Combining a
desire to flee with his desire not to anger the
Empress, he quickly led her down the hall.
Choura followed the cringing page as she was led out
into the bright courtyard she had been looking over
before their meeting with the Empress. The sunlight
shone off  statues made of marble, metal and a
glistening black stone. They were much smaller than
the giants in the great hall, but far more detailed.
Warriors twenty feet tall raised their swords to the
sky, howling to the heavens. A mounted archer, holding
his hand against a vicious tear in his side stares
into the long distance. A young girl holds a book. An
old man stands content with a serpent coiled at his
feet.
The sunlight on Choura's armor sent beams of white and
golden light all over the courtyard to bathe the
statues. The reflection glittered off reflecting pools
filled with colorful fish and granite walls draped
with dark purple flowers hanging on vines. The scent
of roses, wafting up from densely planted rose
gardens, filled the air.
Through an arch overlooked by a smiling dragon, Choura
passed into the northern wing of the palace.
As Paulinius scurried before her, Choura picked up the
pace and started to close in on the boy. Hearing the
metallic clack of her armored feet increasing in speed
he hurried faster. She sped up again, taking
comfortable strides as she stalked ever closer to her
guide. The boy pushed himself as close to a jog as he
could, he was starting to breathe hard and the muscles
in his shins had begun to burn.
He finally reached the high, arched door to the
Amazon's suite and yanked open the door. Too out of
breath to risk trying to speak, he gestured inward
with his palm upraised.
Choura, like a rolling boulder coming to rest, came to
a stop and looked into the room. She turned back to
the page and looked down at the frightened boy, "This
will do."
Paulinius nodded as she stepped into the room, this
time not daring to chance taking a last look at her
retreating form. He closed the door as soon as he
could without hitting her.


**********

The room was tall, ending in a curved ceiling with
arches reaching to the five corners of the room. The
centerpiece of the room was a three-foot tall green
statue of a nude woman bearing a jug. In one corner
there was a large mass of furs and pillows, in the
other there was an empty bath. In another, a writing
desk with parchment, quill and ink sat.
Choura took off her helmet and plunked it down over
the head and shoulders of the statue with a clank. She
loosened her belt and laid its plated length over one
of the statue's arms as she walked to the large window
and looked out over the city.
Donai sprawled over the hills like an unbroken blanket
of white stone. Near the harbor, a large open-air
market pulsed with the cries of merchants hawking
their wares and the smells of livestock, spices and
smoke. On her other side, throngs of peasants came and
went about their daily business; working steel,
selling clothing, buying the evening's dinner or just
taking in the afternoon air.
In the main square in front of the palace, men and
women of all stripes were standing on small pedestals
addressing the public as they passed. Fevered warnings
about plague in the northlands and equally hysterical
screeds about the impending wrath of the sea gods
mixed with the ministrations of petty politicians to
merge into a melange of human cries that echoed off
the palace's marble exterior.
"What sheep," Choura said, without feeling.
"We do not have lamb today, I'm afraid," came a voice
from behind the Amazon. "But I can make sure that some
is prepared for you tomorrow."
Choura turned to see a slim girl carrying a tray
filled with food and jugs of wine. She was more than a
foot shorter than the Amazon and her frame suggested
about 110 pounds with her sandals on. She had
sepia-toned skin and long, silky black hair that
poured down her back like a sheen of running water
over smooth rock. She wore a simple sky-blue wrap that
extended just below her mid-thigh. Her eyes were dark,
the lids long and angled at the outside. An
Eastlander, Choura thought.
"Who are you?" she commanded more than asked. Her
posture returned to its forward, menacing stance.
"I am Yue, honored warrior," she said as she laid the
tray down on a small table next to a low, backless
chair. "I am your servant for the balance of your stay
here in the palace."
"I didn't ask for a servant."
The girl nodded and performed a short half-bow, "The
Empress has ordered that your stay is to be made as
pleasant and comfortable as possible. I presume with
great respect that she wanted to be sure that your
needs were attended to. Surely there is something that
I may do to make your burden lighter."
Choura eyed the plate of food and shrugged, "Then make
yourself useful, take this." She pulled her war axe
and its holster off her shoulders and handed it
casually to the girl.
The axe, heavy and sharp enough to cleave a rider in
two and still slice the spine of the horse underneath,
pulled the girl to the floor as she tried to follow
Choura's orders. The weapon fell to the floor with a
loud clang, which was followed immediately by a deluge
of abject apologies from Yue. The Amazon took no
notice and continued removing her armor.
By the time the girl had dragged the axe across the
room to an appropriate spot, the Amazon's entire
compliment of battle gear laid in a heap next to the
table. Panting but still apologizing, Yue moved each
piece to rest near the axe.
Choura had torn through most of a cold haunch of lamb
and had started in on some cured meats when Yue
finally came to stand in one of the corners of the
room. Her hands trembled from the exertion but she
controlled herself enough that she was no longer
breathing hard. As if remembering some training, she
approached the table and lifted one of the jugs. "May
I serve you wine, honored warrior?"
The gaze Choura shot at the girl nearly caused her to
drop the jug, "Let's be clear about something, child."
"Of course, great..."
"Quiet," Choura snatched the jug from Yue's hands and
took a long slug. She wiped the drips on her chin with
the back of her hand. "I don't need a slave, I can
pour my own wine. I'm not some fragile piece of
pottery that falls over and breaks in a slight breeze.
And I certainly don't need to hear your fawning
prattle. So keep your inane comments to yourself until
you think of something you can offer that I can't do
alone. Understand?"
Yue nodded, bowed and padded silently backwards to her
corner of the room. Choura shook her head with disgust
and went back to eating. Inwardly she noted that the
sweet wine was better than any she had had in months
and made a decision to bring some home as a gift to
her troops.
As she reached over for the second jug, Choura let out
a low grunt and twisted a bit, favoring her shoulder
as she brought its mouth to her lips. Yue glided up to
her and waited until she was noticed by the Amazon.
"What?"
"Gre... warrior. I fear that you may be in some
discomfort, perhaps from your long sea journey. Might
I do something to make you at ease. I am trained in
massage."
Normally she would never admit the slightest weakness
to anyone, but the idea of someone working the knots
out of her back made good sense to Choura. She nodded
and followed Yue to the bed in the opposite corner of
the room, jug in hand. She laid out on her stomach on
the welter of furs, leaning her head off the side so
she could continue drinking.
Yue sat down beside her, "Please," she said as she
pulled gently on the top of the Amazon's tunic. Choura
reached back, winced again, and pulled the top of the
garment to her waist. Immediately the girl went to
work kneading the thick muscles covering Choura's
back.
The feeling was immediate and relaxing. The girl's
small hands worked with surprising power as they
pulled and pushed the Amazon's flesh back into shape.
Choura took a long pull on the jug and grunted,
"Roquan. Bastard."
"You speak of the Shadows' Brother, the Empress'
wizard?" Yue asked carefully.
"Piss on all Mages and be done with them," she said, a
slight slur of drink in her voice. Choura fought hard
when Roquan used his magic to pull her off the floor,
and she had twisted something in her back as a result.
She had fought Mages before; they were wily and
certainly dangerous, but still vulnerable to the same
mistakes as any other warrior. The most common was
vanity, and the most lethal. A Mage could usually be
counted on to come up with something flashy and large.
Effective tactics against large groups of opponents,
when a sudden loss of morale could mean the end of the
battle, but very weak when in single combat -- when the
opponent is more focused. More than one wizard had
paid dearly for making that blunder, some of them in
her bare hands.
But Roquan had broken with form. He merely stopped the
conflict with the minimum of effort until the issue at
hand was finished. The thought of being helpless,
loathsome as cowardice, loomed in Choura's mind.
"Please, you must relax, Warrior," Yue said. "Roquan
is very sly."
"What do you mean by that?" Choura turned and glared
at the girl. Her breasts, held high by the powerful
frame beneath, jutted forward. "What are you saying?"
Yue dropped her head and her voice took on a
completely neutral tone. "Great Soldier, I only meant
to say that he is often rude to the guests to the
palace. One such as you should not be offended that he
took sport with you."
Choura's eyes narrowed and the beginnings of a growl
rumbled up from her throat.

**********

Hours later, D'Anya swirled her hand through the soapy
water of the large bath in the servants' quarters and
furrowed her brow, "Say that again, Yue. You did
what?"
"I kissed her," said Yue as she lay on her stomach on
a massage table with her long hair curled up alongside
her head. Another servant, a tall, dark-skinned girl
named Tamra, was rubbing scented oil into her naked
skin. "It was all I could think to do. I thought she
was going to break my neck."
D'Anya stretched her arms along the sides of the tub,
causing her breasts to bob to the surface of the
water, "I heard about her run-in with Roquan just
after you were sent to her room. I wish I could have
warned you."
Yue looked over at D'Anya with dreamy eyes and cooed
as Tamra's thumbs found the right spot in her back,
"Ooohh, if you do that again...I'll have to stop you
some time tomorrow. It's all right, I had her spotted
early on. Mighty Choura is an easy one to read."
"So go on," D'Anya said gleefully. "I'm dying to hear
the rest."
"Me too," Tamra said and then kissed Yue's neck.
"I'll tell, but D'Anya has to wash her hair for me."
D'Anya smiled and stood up in the bath, revealing her
milk-white skin. She took one of the large jugs and
poured it over her thick, curly hair, "Anything for my
Yue; I don't understand what you get out of it."
Yue's eyes brightened as the girl started to work a
dollop of soap into the long tresses, "Your hair is
beautiful, I've never seen red hair."
Tamra laid her long body alongside Yue's and licked
the top of her shoulder, "You're stalling."

*******

Choura was shocked stiff as the girl leaned in and
kissed her firmly on the lips, her tongue slipping
into her mouth in the same fluid motion. More out of
reflex than any considered desire she returned the
kiss tentatively. Yue pressed her body against the
warrior's and cupped her breast, dragging the center
of her palm lightly across the hardening nipple.
Yue broke off the kiss, leaving a smaller one on the
Amazon's cheek before planting more on her neck.
Choura, still ready to have a good shout at the girl,
was bewildered, "What...?"
Yue looked up for a second and made an innocent look
with her eyebrows, "I was just doing as you asked. I
didn't think you could do that for yourself." Her palm
made another slow circle around the nipple as her
other hand gently squeezed the other.
The sensations glowing out of her breasts took much of
the edge out of Choura's anger. She pulled herself up
to a half-seated position and regarded the tiny girl
with skepticism. Yue took the initiative again and
dipped her head to the Amazon's stomach. She traced a
line with her tongue upwards from the warrior's hard
stomach, between her breasts and ended the movement
with a swirl at the top of her collarbone. Choura
shivered at her touch.
"Remember," she said in a whisper against her jaw,
"The Empress has said that your needs are to be
attended to. She has honored me with that duty."
Choura leaned back into the pillows and took a long
slug off of the wine jug as she appraised the girl.
She smiled evilly and laid her free arm across her
belly, "Remove your clothes."
The girl stood and unfastened the small gold brooch
that held the sides of her blue wrap together. The
wispy garment fell to the floor like a feather,
revealing Yue's slim form. To Choura, she looked
barely like a woman at all. Her breasts were small,
topped by tiny, dark nipples. Her hips widened only
slightly and tapered down at the bottom to a pair of
dainty feet. The Amazon peered at the girl's exposed
sex, which was completely hairless.
"How old are you, girl?" Choura honestly couldn't
tell.
"Two hundred sixteen moons," she said softly. "I'm
sorry, just more than 18 seasons. Am I too old for
you?" Her arms began to drift over her exposed flesh.
The Amazon shook her head and Yue dropped her hands
again, "What happened to your hair?"
The servant was nonplused for a second before
realizing what Choura meant. She brushed her hand
between her thighs lightly, "It is the Empress'
command. She prefers it that way. If you don't prefer
it I can try to make other arrangements for you."
Choura shook her head and pulled the bottom of her
tunic away from her thighs, parting her legs to reveal
her dark shrouded mound. She reached behind her head
and pulled the tunic out from under her and cast it
across the room, "It's time for you to fulfill
Kaleda's commands."
Yue nodded and crept onto the bed with the grace of a
cat. She latched her mouth to Choura's in a passionate
kiss. A second later, she was yanked back by her hair
-- leaving her staring incomprehensibly at the Amazon.
"We're past that," Choura said in a businesslike tone.
"Get to work."
Yue was dragged down to the Amazon's hips before being
let go. The girl laid two brief kisses on each thickly
corded thigh before nestling into Choura's already
moist folds.

*******

"Gods, I wish I were there," D'Anya said as she ran
her hands through the sudsy parfait her hair had
become. Her pale breasts bounced and rolled with each
movement of her arms, "Was she really that muscular?"
Yue had rolled over on her side so that she was
spooned up against Tamra, who was worrying the smaller
girl's nipples with an idle hand. "Oh yes, but
different than what you're thinking. She is strong as
any man I've been with, but her form is still womanly.
It is a bit intimidating, though, to have one's neck
between a pair of thighs that could crush a tree
limb."
"What did she taste like?" Tamra asked as she grazed
her pinkie finger along Yue's slick nether lips then
brought it to her own thick lips. "Strong?"
"There's nothing weak about Choura."
D'Anya ducked her head down into the water, sloshed it
from side to side and came up abruptly, sending a
cascade of water behind her. Her hair, now slicked
back and nearly blood red in its wetness, laid down
her back like a second skin. She rose from the water
and sat at the end of the massage table near the other
girl's heads, "What happened next?  You didn't come
limping back here after just kissing her flower."
Yue took a breath to speak when D'Anya leaned back on
her elbows and parted her legs. The tiny eastlander
looked at D'Anya's wet sex, with its small triangle of
neatly trimmed red hair and shook her head, "Why are
you the only one?"
D'Anya laughed, "I guess the Empress hasn't seen much
red hair either. Go on with the story."
Yue kissed the pale girl's clitoris, earning a small
cry, and smiled up at D'Anya, "I can't talk and `kiss
a flower' at the same time."
"You have two hands, tell the story."

*******

Choura kept her fingers tightly knotted in Yue's hair
as the girl worked her tongue up and down her nether
lips. She was trying, really trying, not to pull the
girl's hair out by the roots as her insides churned.
"MMMhh, oh that's good," she groaned as she tried to
take another drink from the wine jug. She partially
missed and drizzled her chin with rivulets running to
her neck. "That's the spot. Don't stop."
Yue dug her tongue harder against Choura's clitoris.
All the while she was running her hands up and down
her torso, occasionally reaching high enough to graze
one of the Amazon's breasts. She had locked her thighs
around one of Choura's shins, rubbing herself up and
down its length.
Choura thought for a second that the frills and
ostentation of Donai's seat of power had some definite
advantages. At home, sex was either a battle for
supremacy between the sheets or the intimidating of a
subordinate into doing her wishes. Both had their
pleasures, but both could be unfulfilling. In one case
you inevitably made someone sour, in the other you
ended up with a fawning toady useless for anything
other than bed play.
But between her legs was something completely other; a
life-size, if a bit smaller than what she was used to,
toy. Obedient like a dog and completely subservient at
the outset. There were no authority issues to deal
with. You don't have to coerce the buffet, she
thought.
As her orgasm started build in her abdomen, Choura
decided it was time to take the experience to a new
level. She patted Yue on the head, "All right, get
up."
The servant looked up from Choura's groin with a look
of utter bewilderment, "What?"
"I said get up," she pushed the girl into a sitting
position.
A look of concern flew over Yue's face, "What have I
done wrong? I can be different."
Choura got up from the bed, spilling the girl on her
side as she pulled her leg out from underneath her.
She strode over to the bundles of her possessions the
palace servants had hauled up from her ship. She knelt
down and rummaged through them, "Oh, I'll bet that you
can do a lot of things. But I've got another idea."
>From a large blue rucksack, she pulled an apparatus
with leather straps and another item from its side.
Yue peered across the room, trying to see around the
Amazon's broad back. She laughed, a nervous sound, "I
could fetch some musicians, if you'd like that
better."
"No," Choura said as she stood. She laced one of the
straps around her bare waist and cinched it tight in
the front, "We won't need anything like that."
Choura turned and Yue let out a sharp gasp. Affixed to
the Amazon's pelvis was a pale shaft of what looked
like bone. It was seven inches long and was topped by
a rounded, bulbous end. Whoever had constructed the
phallus the Amazon was wearing had only a notional
idea of what a real one looked like. It bobbed
obscenely as Choura walked back toward the bed,
"You'll be making all the music we'll be hearing
tonight."
Yue slid backwards onto the bed before something
ingrained in her mind took over and she moved up onto
her knees. She reached to embrace Choura but was
stopped before her arms could pull her in. The Amazon
held her by the elbows. The kiss they shared was
rough.
"Lie back girl," Choura said as she pushed her down
onto the bed. "I'll be doing the work from here on
in."
Yue's back had barely made contact with the furs when
the head of the thing was between her thighs.
Immediately, the wide end started to push inside her,
boring its way into her center. She made a low, ragged
moan as the Amazon's hips came closer to her pelvis.
Choura stopped before pushing the rest of the way in,
"Here's the best part."
She rammed the dildo home, causing it's widened,
ridged base to come in contact with the girl's inner
lips and clitoris. Where the rest of the piece was
smooth as marble, the substance it was hewn from was
rougher and textured where it projected from its
leather harness. Yue's eyes flew open as the Amazon
ground the rough base against her, the rest buried
deep within.
"Just leave everything to me," she said and started
pumping.