Date: Tue, 12 Feb 2002 11:19:52 -0800 (PST)
From: B Chapel <merdement@yahoo.com>
Subject: Empire Ch.7

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
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similarities to real persons, living or dead, is
purely coincidental. Any similarities to characters in
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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

EXTRA AUTHOR'S NOTE: All chapters of "Empire" were
written under the influence of Metallica's "Garage
Days," Tenacious D, the "Red Violin" soundtrack,
Queen's Greatest Hits, Tori Amos, Blues Explosion,
Pink Floyd's "Animals" and on-the-hour NPR news
updates. WDET rocks!

EXTRA EXTRA AUTHOR'S NOTE: Those living in the
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Chapter 7

Luxia had been in the business of training palace
servants for many years, both for Empress Kaleda and
her father before her. During that time she had
learned that certain behaviors came up again and
again. In many cases, she had come to treasure the
moments when they presented themselves.
The look on a highborn girl's face when she finally
submits to her new reality and becomes servile was one
of her favorites. As was the bright, stunned gleam in
a peasant girl's eyes when silk touches her naked skin
for the first time; the terror of girls from
restrictive, paternalistic religions as they feel the
orgasm coming that they'd always been told would
preface the opening of Hell's doors -- and the look of
relief and shock when no demons arrived, the excited
giggles of poor farm girls when they realize that
their days of heavy lifting were over, that they would
not be worn-down and broken by their thirtieth year.
Luxia also liked the flushed gleam that fear brought
to one of her charges faces. Not the brutish loathing
Paulinius had aroused in the trainee, Mauxa. It was
the giddy, fearful squirming of someone who believed
something horrible was going to happen to them, but
knew better than to dream that anything was going to
stop it.
As Lord Bres gently worked the lubricant into the
wriggling girl's behind, Luxia took the girl's face in
her hands delicately, as one would handle an expensive
plate, "That's enough of this display, girl. Stop your
crying and prepare for this so we can all go on with
our days."
"M-mistress, I'm afraid," she said in a breathy voice.
Glayen and Rouelle were working on her breasts and sex
with methodical patience, making pleasure do battle
with the girl's fears. She screwed her eyes shut,
"Lord Bres is so big."
"Mm." She agreed, "That he is, but he's also the best
man for the job. There are men with smaller members --
gods know that's true -- but no one is better than he
is at initiating the new. Consider yourself lucky."
D'Anya knelt down at her mistress' side and smiled
broadly, "He was my first too. You're going to love
it. After my first time I didn't come back to normal
for a day."
Luxia's face registered deep annoyance as Mauxa fell
into sobs again. D'Anya tried to add, "but in a good
way" but the mistress of the gymnasium dismissed her
with a hard pinch to her nipple. She yelped but did
not draw away. She brought a gentle cast back and
kissed the kneeling girl, "Just a moment, and the new
thing will become familiar."
Behind her, Lord Bres laid his large hand softly on
Mauxa's back and positioned the shining tip of his
cock at her tiniest opening. The girl's entire body
shook as if it were a red-hot poker laid against her
flesh.
"I don't want this," she said in a small voice. The
statement was as close as a trainee servant would ever
come to denying or contradicting her chief trainer.
Luxia smiled and kissed the girl's cheek, "An
important life lesson is that we don't always choose
what happens to us or how. All we can ultimately
control is how we confront those events."
With that she cupped Mauxa's breasts softly, then
pinched both nipples fiercely.


Yassine's mind swung between the real and the imagined
like a windlass in a tornado. In one second she was
half-lying on a couch in Yevtana's beautiful home,
receiving fleeting kisses and caresses from Pari who
danced nude before her. The next second she was the
dancing servant, whirling and fawning before the proud
desert warrior woman lounging on pillows sipping wine.

Pari turned her back to the Amazon, backed up to her
knees and began rubbing her full bottom against her
crotch. She lay back so that her entire body draped
over the tall blond. She took Yassine's hands and laid
them over her breasts, "Do you want to hear a secret?"
"Mmm," she cooed into the girl's ear, slipping her
tongue along the edge of the small shell, "I didn't
know there were any secrets left between us."
Pari kept her hands over Yassine's and started
grinding her ass harder into the larger woman, by
example making the Amazon increase her grip on the
round brown breasts, "I'm a princess too," the girl
giggled.
"A princess?"
Pari stood, placed her hands on her hips and bent over
so that she could see Yassine through her own legs,
"Of course, silly! Look at me, it's obvious."
Yassine ran her hands up the backs of Pari's legs
until they rested on her backside, "You might be
right."
"You don't find an ass like that on a commoner,"
Manolo said. Yassine suddenly remembered that they
were not alone and looked over to see the ranger
lounging on a couch like hers. Now he was nude, and
Yevtana's head bobbed up and down over his crotch,
"Maybe she's a magical fairy princess. You know, magic
wand and pixie dust?"
Manolo found himself funny enough to start laughing,
during which he spilled his wine so it ran down his
chin and over his chest. Yevtana raised her head, "Pay
more attention when it's your wand I've got a hold
of." She gave his cock a playful tug and covered it
with her mouth and continued sucking.
"Oohh, you've got a point," he said and laid his hand
on the back of her head.
Yassine stared at the two openly. It wasn't as if she
had never seen a man before, not as if she had never
seen a naked one before; but the display before her
was new. Before coming to Donai, the only naked men
she had ever seen were either dead on the shore or in
a scroll. Pari noticed her confusion and straddled her
lap.
"You've never seen that before have you? It's a
variation on sex."
"I figured that out," she said peevishly. "I just
hadn't thought of that... procedure. Is that common?"
Pari nuzzled the Amazon's neck as she watched the two
on the other side of the room, "As common as anything
else, I suppose. Some men ask for it specifically."
Yassine looked into the girl's eyes, the intoxication
of the D'ghansa made it difficult to focus
immediately. "Have you ever done that?"
"Yes," Pari slid down Yassine's body to come to rest
on the floor. She undid one of the Amazon's sandals
and cast it over her shoulder. She examined the foot,
carefully chose the second toe in from the biggest and
gave it a wiggle. "I've been told that it feels
something like this."
Pari leaned down and sucked the toe into her mouth and
gently began to suck. At the same time Yassine felt
the enveloping, liquid warmth of Pari's mouth, she
felt the movements of her tongue as if she was
stimulating the entire foot with just the one toe. As
she pulled away and then returned to enclose it fully,
Yassine's foot arched involuntarily. Waves of warmth
began to pour through her body, the familiar feeling
that prefaced all the other sex she had ever had.
During this she looked over to see Manolo. The placid
expression he wore a minute ago was replaced by one of
extreme pleasure. He was gripping the sides of the
couch so hard that his muscles were taut and the
whites of his knuckles were showing. Yevtana's
rhythmic bobbing had increased in speed and her
ghost-white hair shook back and forth with every
stroke.
Pari removed the toe from her mouth, gently parted
Yassine's legs and buried her curly mane between her
thighs. The Amazon sighed and began undoing the top of
her dress, releasing her breasts, "Oohh, that's what I
was waiting for."


Mauxa, distracted by the overwhelming pain from her
breasts, didn't notice the quick nod between Luxia and
Lord Bres. In those seconds where nothing existed but
her burning nipples, Lord Bres slipped the head and
first three inches of his cock into her ass.
Luxia released the girl's nipples and directed Glayen
and Rouelle to continue their work. A look of shock
spread across Mauxa's face as she realized that she
had been penetrated. Her entire body tensed and her
plump frame shook. The quavering wail that came out of
her echoed off the walls as she tried to twist away
from the mass that had entered her.
Lord Bres pushed no further into her but kept her
firmly in place with his hands on her thighs. Rouelle
held her from below, covering Bres' hands with her own
as she ran her tongue up and down along the girl's
sex. She gently coaxed a couple of fingers into
Mauxa's canal and hooked her fingers so that they
rubbed against the soft inner walls above the public
bone. Glayen took special care on the girl's inflamed
nipples, using her lips only so that not even the
roughness of her tongue might bring her pain.
Mauxa turned her tear stained eyes to Luxia, "Please,
it's too much!"
The mistress shook her head and kissed the girl again,
"Most of it is still outside you, and it's all going
into you. Revel in this time, girl, a first time is
not to be squandered."
She noticed remotely that D'Anya's hands had curled
around her and were massaging her belly, unsure of
whether to head up or down. Luxia nestled back into
the embrace and took a kiss from the redhead as she
guided one hand to her breasts and another to her
still-slick lips. The northerner took to both rapidly.

Mauxa thought she was going to die. Lord Bres' cock
hadn't moved an inch, but she was sure that something
within her had broken and it would be minutes before
the rest of her body shut down from the damage. She
knew that there was someone else in the room, other
than Bres, but she couldn't open her eyes long enough
to see who they were.
She looked over to the side and saw another girl being
worked on. Someone was licking at her nipples while a
second was lapping and fingering her sex fervently.
The sight of the three women so intimately engaged
distracted her immediately. She wondered about the
girl, what type of training she was going through and
who the other two women were.
She was so enrapt in the vision that she never noticed
that she was looking in a mirror, never noticed that
Lord Bres was slipping deeper into her.


When she closed her eyes, Yassine saw a thousand
multicolored points bursting in and out of focus. The
lights twisted and danced before her as the drug
settled deeper into the corners of her mind. Depending
on how I feel in the morning, she thought, I might
just bring some of that stuff back home.
Between her legs, Pari was gently coaxing an orgasm
out of her exposed lips. With infinite delicateness
she flicked her tongue against the Amazon's sensitive
clitoris, barely touching the exposed nub. Adding to
the mounting pleasure was the friction of her thick
mane of curls as they bobbed and rubbed against the
soft flesh between her thighs.
"I believe the girl loves you," Yevtana's voice came
from close by. Yassine looked over to see the albino's
face hovering over hers. In the firelight, she seemed
nearly inhuman as her white skin and hair were cast
orange from the reflected embers. "She makes your
entire body glow."
Before Yassine could respond, the general laid her
mouth over hers and began a long, violent kiss. Her
lips were strangely cold and her tongue was slim and
felt pointed like a snake's. As she kissed the Amazon
she cupped both of her breasts and held them up so
that they rubbed against hers. Yassine felt the gold
ring in the right one and shuddered.
Yevtana broke the kiss and locked her blood red eyes
with Yassine's iron gray ones, "How alike we are,
almost like sisters."
"How?"
"We are warrior women, we command great forces in the
grandest endeavor: War," she said, kissing the
Amazon's eyelids. "But we are also neophytes,
untrained in the simplest things."
"What do you mean?" Yassine's breathing was becoming
ragged as Pari's tongue moved faster and faster.
"You are fully a woman, reputed a great lover and you
have never been with a man," she said plainly. "I am a
woman who has attained a rank only ever held by men,
and I have never had a woman."
Yevtana kissed the Amazon again, harder this time and
more deeply. Pari giggled a little and raised her head
just long enough to admit that she had told the
general about Yassine's prowess in bed. She broke the
kiss and stroked hair away from Yassine's forehead,
"Will you be my first? Will you take that...virginity
from me?"
Yassine nodded and rearranged her shoulders on the
couch so that the albino could better straddle her
face. She stared at the general's sex, a bright swath
of living pink in the center of her marble white skin.
She took hold of Yevtana's slim buttocks and guided
her downward so that her lips could make contact with
her center. The leader of thousands whimpered as she
was touched, and started to shudder as Yassine started
to initiate her in what the Amazons called "the oldest
dance."


Mauxa was lost in her pleasure. The burning pain in
her bowels had been replaced with expanding heat as
Lord Bres carefully worked himself in and out of her
backside. Coupled with the gentle handling of Glayen
and Rouelle, she was edging closer and closer to a
violent climax. Luxia was so pleased that she almost
forgot herself, "D'Anya, don't make me come."
"Of course, mistress," she said. The redhead moved her
hands slightly away from the most intense pleasure
centers of her superior but increased her efforts,
earning a groan from the corseted mistress of the
gymnasium.
"Mauxa?" Luxia said the name in a singsong, "Is it
still too much?"
The plump girl reacted slowly, as if she had heard her
name called from another room rather than a foot from
her face. Her eyes opened and searched for the source,
"What?"
"You said this was something you didn't want to
happen, that Lord Bres was too much for you. Do you
want this to stop?"
"N-no," she said, reluctantly. "It's still too much..."
"But?"
Mauxa rocked back and forth against Lord Bres and
rolled her hips and chest against the other trainees
beneath her, "It's too much but I don't want it to
stop."
The mistress' eyes acquired a feral gleam as she moved
D'Anya's hand closer to her nipples, "It's just as
well, you'll come soon. Then it will be over."
"Not yet?" The words almost came as a command, sharp
and strident.
Luxia looked at Lord Bres and smiled. The man was
pouring sweat, muscles straining, and the smile that
erupted from his face was one of pure happiness. The
mistress pushed D'Anya's hands away from her and sat
down before the trainee with her toned legs spread
apart. She coaxed Mauxa's head between her legs where
she immediately went to feverish work.
"If you say the word, dear, this could go on for
hours," Luxia said, and she smiled at Lord Bres'
consternation at the idea of going much longer.
"I don't CARE!" Mauxa yelled from between her legs. "I
don't care if this kills me! Don't let this stop!
Please!"
With a nod from Luxia, Lord Bres increased his pace
and quickly came to his own orgasm. His last few
strokes were shivery, short and spastic as he emptied
himself into the newest graduated servant. Out of a
sense of personal pride, he fell back on his haunches
rather than over the girl's back.
Luxia pulled herself away from Mauxa's greedy lips,
patted Glayen and Rouelle away from her and kissed
D'Anya's cheek. She wiped a thick handful of sweat
away from her brow and patted Mauxa on the shoulder,
"I want to see you in my chambers in 10 minutes. Don't
be late, servant; you've got a lot to do today. Bathe
before you come to me, there are a pair of twins you
need to meet."
Mauxa stood, stiffly but quickly, and nodded. She
trotted away as smartly as she could.
Glayen and Rouelle looked hurt, miffed. Glayen ran her
fingers through her hair and pouted openly, "She's
been here less than a month, how does she graduate and
we don't?"
"Girl," Lord Bres said, catching his breath. "She
learned the lesson, you're still trying to figure that
out."
"What's the godsdamned lesson?" Rouelle yelled. "What
haven't we been taught?"
D'Anya smiled, kissed both on the forehead, and
laughed, "You've been taught, just now. Why haven't
you learned?"
D'Anya kissed Lord Bres, asked Luxia if she could
watch, and ran away happy with permission. The two
trainees were excused as Lord Bres and Luxia drank
cool water brought by a porter and relaxed.
"She's everything you said she would be," Luxia said.
"I saw the potential, you brought it out of her."
"I thought you could have gone for another hour, I'm
disappointed in you, Bres."
Lord Bres' eyes got a sly bent, "You know I've got a
weakness for that type of girl, don't be cruel."
Luxia laughed, she stroked the man's deflating member
gracefully. She then looked into his eyes and asked,
"How did you come to be here?"
Lord Bres shrugged, "I delivered bread here 15 years
ago, one of the trainers asked if I could help out
with binding a trainee and we struck up a
conversation. I never went back."
"What about the bread?" she asked.
"I sent a courier with the money and my baker's apron.
Haven't seen those people since," Lord Bres said.
"Oh."




Yevtana gripped her breasts and clenched her teeth as
Yassine pushed her closer and closer to orgasm with
her agile lips and tongue. As the pleasure started to
mount she had halfheartedly tried to pull away from
the Amazon so the latter had a firm grip around her
thighs. Yevtana had long since given up crying out in
the common language and had reverted to some foreign
tongue with clipped vowels and sliding intonations.
The Amazon had already come twice under Pari's
inspired lips and was coming into her third orgasm.
The desert girl had switched to using her fingers on
Yassine's slick folds and she had three thrusting in
and out of her while she used the thumb of her free
hand to worry the taller woman's clitoris.
With a howl, the albino came and collapsed against
Yassine, nearly smothering her for a second as she
slid down to come face to face with her. Her cheeks
were flush with sweat and her hair was matted against
her forehead. They kissed, the general murmured in her
strange language while the Amazon moaned her way into
another orgasm.
"You are wonderful," Yevtana said breathily as she
stroked Yassine's cheek. "Are all women this good or
are you especially talented?"
The Amazon's hips bucked and she held the albino
tightly, eliciting a pained groan from the woman.
Yevtana made a glib observation about Pari being
talented as well as she rode through Yassine's
pleasure throes. When the strongest of the surges
passed the two women resumed kissing with passionate
fervor.
"I'm talented," Yassine finally said when she broke
her kiss. "I've got to say, this trip has been very
different than what I expected."
"In what way?"
She shrugged, "I had been expecting to be talking
force contingents and trade agreements. Instead, I've
been eating and having a lot of sex."
Yevtana laughed, "There are worse ways to spend your
time. The people of this city take their recreation so
seriously it's a wonder they ever found time to
conquer as much of the world as they have."
Yassine was about to agree when Pari's teeth digging
into the skin just above her knee distracted her. She
looked down to see the servant girl hunched over her
legs, moaning and cooing as Manolo thrust himself
against her upturned hips with increasing speed.
"Pari, are you all right?" She asked, concernedly.
"Oh, she's more than all right," Manolo said. His
entire body glistened with sweat and his facial
muscles had that tensed look again. "I can see why
you're friends."
Yassine leaned forward and dislodged the desert girl's
teeth from her leg and pulled her face upward. Pari's
face had the familiar disconnected, dreamlike look
that Yassine had come to recognize as extreme
pleasure, "Honey?"
The girl's green eyes opened slowly, "Oh princess, I'm
fine." She said as she rocked back and forth under the
onslaught from behind. "Hang on,"
With that, the pitch of Pari's voice raised to a
wordless howl as she started coming. Yevtana, who had
come to embrace her man from behind, was whispering in
his ear, her red eyes flashing between the slick
merger of the two bodies and the Amazon's concerned
face. A second later, Manolo let out his own feral
groan as Yevtana pulled his wet member out of Pari's
constricting sex.
The albino held the throbbing flesh in her hand a
second before streams of white come spurted from the
end to rain over Pari's back and buttocks. She leaned
down to lick the fluid up while Pari climbed up into
Yassine's embrace. She shivered as she kissed the
Amazon.
"You aren't angry, are you?" The girl asked carefully.
"It just happened."
"I'm a little disappointed," Yassine said. She watched
the girl's face fall a second before pulling her chin
up so that her iron gray eyes met her deep green ones,
"I practically missed the whole thing. How am I
supposed to learn about these things if I don't see a
demonstration?"
Pari's face lit up and she kissed the Amazon long and
lovingly. She nestled into her arms more comfortably
and rested her head on her shoulder. She laid a slight
peck on Yassine's shoulder, "I love you."
The statement, so clearly stated, nearly echoed off
the walls of the general's home. Yassine hadn't
considered it before, but she realized that she had
strong feelings for the little desert girl herself.
When she first saw her having sex with Manolo, she
felt a definite twinge of jealousy run through her.
Not that she was having a man -- that was a point of
curiosity for her -- but that she was with anyone else
but her made her feel strangely.
That's irrational, she thought. This servant, this
slave, had undoubtedly been with many men and women
before Yassine arrived in Donai. She was like the
sumptuous bed and fine wines -- something served to the
Empress' honored guests. Still, with all the history
she must entail, Pari had found a place within the
Amazon princess' heart. Yassine felt this in her gut;
and her grandmother Amma Kahn taught her that the gut
knows things the heart cannot and the brain refuses.
As she nuzzled the girl closer to her, Yevtana came
back to the pillows with a bottle of wine. "We've lost
the ranger for the night, he's not coming back soon."
Pari and Yassine looked over to see Manolo stretched
out across a series of pillows. He was fast asleep
with a dreamy half-smile on his face and his
still-slick cock lying placidly on his thigh. The
three women giggled at the sight of him and each took
a long pull at the wine. Yevtana's voice took on a
stentorian, lecturing tone, "The male of the species,
after fulfilling his ecological duties, often enters a
period of dormancy."
"He's tired," Pari said, spilling wine down her chin.
"I should know."
"Too bad, I was curious," Yassine said.
Yevtana's blood eyes widened, "A princess of Amazonia
was going to cross generations of tradition and bed a
man? A thousand bards will have to rewrite their
songs."
Yassine shrugged, "I guess we'll never know now."
"I feel cheated," Pari said. "I know how those bards
work, I would have gotten a line or two just for being
a spectator."
Yassine and Pari laughed, splashing more wine as they
rocked back and forth. Yevtana repositioned several
pillows so that they formed an impromptu chair. She
turned to the other two; "I've had a woman, now I'd
like to try one. Who's up?"
Both Pari and Yassine raised their hands, "Me."


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