Date: Wed, 28 Sep 2011 20:21:19 +0000
From: gxtw gxtw <gxtw@hotmail.com>
Subject: Tara and Gabrielle - Forgiven with a Tw(F)ist

Tara and Gabrielle - Forgiven With a Tw(F)ist

by Vega Taxeca

Disclaimers:

This story contains very graphic sex scenes between women, bordering on
being non-consensical.

I do not own Xena - the Warrior Princess, or any of its characters or
storylines. It belongs to Renaissance Pictures, Studio USA, Universal
Studios and/or related companies. But I don't make any money with this
story anyway, so I hope it is okay. No copyright infringement is intended.

This story contains spoilers for a number of Xena episodes, up to and
including the season three episode "Forgiven". If you have never watched
Xena, a lot of the characters and character background might seem
puzzling. But who knows, maybe the two main "scenes" could still be worth
the read.

The story contains one flashback, which starts and ends with a line of
seven *******.



Gabrielle downed her ale and gestured to the barmaid for another, her third
one today. She needed something stronger than her usual cider, as she felt
very frustrated. Xena had left her this morning for a solo mission, but for
once that wasn't the problem. Before she left, there was even time for a
bit of nice, sweet lovemaking. Nice, sweet, fucking vanilla lovemaking,
that is, almost too boring to call it sex. Ever since she met Xena,
Gabrielle wanted them to be together. She knew there would be problems, but
never in her dreams would she have guessed that sex with the Warrior
Princess could be one of them. Actually, from her point of view, no longer
just "one" problem, but "the" problem.

Gabrielle wanted sex to be wild, hard and fast. She craved to be taken
forcefully. But Xena was always only sweet and tender and oh so soft. The
most frustrating aspect was, Gabrielle was convinced Xena prefered hard sex
as well (she had heard enough stories of the old Warrior Princess), but
seemed completely incapable of believing that Gabrielle did as well. So
with her stubborness, the Warrior Princess was denying both of them what
they really wanted. They had started their relationship shortly after
Perdicas' death. In the beginning, Gabrielle was so happy it was
enough. But after a while, she wanted more and coaxed Xena to go a little
further. In little steps - very little steps, Xena had the bard on some
kind of pedestal - she had managed to make some progress. Their nights
became wilder and she spotted some glimpses of the real Warrior Princess in
her bed. But then desaster struck: Hope, Solan, their fight and finally
Illusia. Amazingly enough, they had managed to close most of the rift. But
now Xena was completely incapable of showing any aggression towards her
bard. After the way she had treated Gabrielle, even a little scratch on her
bard was enough to make Xena feel guilty.

And so Gabrielle was now mostly unblemished, but unfortunately very
frustrated. The bard had even considered to try it the other way around,
with her as the aggressor in bed. But that seemed wrong as well. Her
craving wasn't to take somebody, she wanted to be taken herself. And with
force and confidence. Whistfully she remembered the one time her wish had
been fulfilled. It was a mindblowing and at the same time eye-opening
experience. And it also was kind of ironic, considering how she didn't have
the best sex of her life with her soulmate, Xena, but with - and she
shuddered at the thought - Velasca, her later nemesis.

*******

It was that night in Amazonia, while Xena was dead and Gabrielle had to
make a decision about Melosa's successor as queen of the amazons. She was
in her room, much too agitated to sleep and still contemplating the
decision. On the one hand, her friend Ephiny had warned her about
Velasca. And the bard agreed mostly, she seemed to be too aggressive, too
powerhungry. On the other hand, Gabrielle felt somehow drawn to Velasca,
her forcefulness, passion and strength. At the time, she didn't really
understood where this feeling had come from. She only thought the amazon
would remind her of Xena, having a similar confidence and strong
personality. And somewhere in her mind, almost in her subconscious, she was
sure Velasca would be so passionate and forceful in every regard.

Suddenly the door was opened without knocking and someone entered her
hut. It was Velasca, in her full amazon outfit. Gabrielle opened her mouth,
but one look from Velasca was enough to keep her quiet. If the bard had
considered her powerful before, this was now multiplied tenfold. Velasca
looked at her silently for almost a minute. Then she opened her mouth and
her only word was a command.

"Strip!"

Without hesitation Gabrielle did as she was told and shed all her
clothes. After more than a year of walking beside Xena, she had great legs
and abs of steel. Velasca was taking in her body with obvious appraisal,
which filled Gabrielle with satisfaction. She knew deep down that she
wanted, almost needed to have Velasca's approval.

Another command.

"Kneel!"

Again the bard obeyed without a second thought and knelt before
Velasca. And again, Velasca just looked at her for a moment. Then, without
saying a word, she pulled up her amazon skirt. To Gabrielle's surprise, she
didn't reveal any breeches, but instead some kind of leather harness,
strepped around her naked thighs and hips. This harness proudly held a
phallus-like object, about 7 inches long and obviously made of polished
wood. The bard had visited the amazons often enough to know what it was
used for. Arousal spread through her body with this realisation. For a
second, she thought of Xena and felt guilty, but then she suppressed
it. This was the amazon way: Celebrating death by celebrating life.

Gabrielle didn't need a prompt to understand her next task. She bend
forward and kissed the tip of the phallus reverently. Then she started to
lick around it and coat it with her saliva. At the same time, she kept her
eyes trained on Velasca's face. At last the amazon made a move and pushed
the phallus between Gabrielle's lips. The bard tried to take as much as she
could, but she wasn't used to it and had to gag. This didn't stop Velasca,
she just pushed a little bit further. Only at the last moment she pulled
back. At the time, Gabrielle was surprised how turned on she was by this
sign of Velasca's dominance. But slowly she started to realise how much she
loved to submit to it.

"Bed!" was Velasca's next command.

Instinctively, Gabrielle understood that she shouldn't just simply lie down
on the bed. She had to show her total submission. So she went down on all
four on the bed, with the head pressed down and her ass high in the
air. Moments later she felt Velasca behind her. When the tip of the phallus
touched her nether lips, wetness began to drip from her pussy. But then -
nothing. Velasca just waited motionless and Gabrielle's arousal
increased. At last she felt Velasca grip her hair with one hand. Next she
tensed and pushed forward with all her might. And the amazon was so strong,
she drove the phallus in to the hilt. Gabrielle almost came then and there
from the fullness in her pussy. Velasca pulled slightly back and soon found
a rhythm. Hard and fast she fucked Gabrielle from behind. It didn't take
long and the bard climaxed powerfully. But this didn't stop Velasca. With
incredible strength she kept up her rhythm and brought Gabrielle to two
further, even stronger orgasms.

At last, the amazon pulled her phallus out of Gabrielle's pussy. With
strong arms, she lifted the bard and put her down on her back.

"Watch!"

With this command, Velasca knelt down above Gabrielle and entered her pussy
again. Soon she had started another forceful rhythm, even faster and harder
than before. Even without the command, Gabrielle's look probably would have
been glued on Velasca's face. She knew perfectly what this was about. The
amazon wanted this picture to be burned into her memory and for the bard to
understand exactly, who was fucking her here into submission. And Gabrielle
surrendered completely. With her last ounce of strength she tried to meet
Velasca's thrusts with her own. Unbelievably she felt her arousal rise
again, further and further, even higher than before. When the climax
finally overtook her, it seemed earth-shattering. Never before and never
after had she had an orgasm as strong as this one.

Again this didn't stop Velasca. Although Gabrielle was by now almost too
exhausted to move and even less to answer Velasca's thrusts, the amazon
just kept hammering into her body. But even this excited Gabrielle. Velasca
was showing her how much stronger she was than Gabrielle. And if the bard
was too weak to respond, it was of no consequence. The amazon made the
decisions, Gabrielle's body was hers to use as she wished. Though the bard
wasn't strong enough to move any longer, this didn't stop her body from
climaxing again. Three more orgasms crashed over her like waves. After the
last one, she even blacked out for a moment.

Only then did Velasca stop her relentless pumping and withdrew. She opened
some straps and removed the harness. Then she moved forward, so that her
pussy was directly above Gabrielle's face. But she didn't bother to make
the bard lick her pussy. She was well aware that Gabrielle would not have
been able to do it at this point. Instead Velasca simply used Gabrielle's
face as a fuckpad. She rubbed her pussy all over it till she climaxed. Then
she rubbed it up and down the face once more, to coat every last inch with
her pussy juices. Despite her weakness at that moment, to this day
Gabrielle remembered exactly the smell and taste of Velasca's pussy. She
actually considered it one of her fondest memories.

In the end, Velasca stood up. She picked up the harness and licked the
phallus.

"Nice." It was her only word that night, which was not a command.

Afterwards she cleaned the phallus with Gabrielle's hair. Even that was
another turn on for the bard, since it showed again Velasca's complete
dominance and disrespect for Gabrielle. With one last look, Velasca left
the hut. The bard understood this look very well. It said, "I own you". And
in that night, it was true. If it hadn't been for Autolycus and Xena's
spirit to turn up, Gabrielle would have definitely succumbed to
Velasca. And probably become her willing bitch afterwards, being not much
more than her sex toy.

*******

Back in the present, Gabrielle became uncomfortable with how appealing that
thought actually seemed. Just the memory of that night had made her
extremely hot. With great embarrassment the bard realised she had moved her
right hand between her legs and started masturbating. In a public tavern!
She quickly turned around, to check if anybody had watched her. Thank the
gods, the tavern was still pretty empty. Only when she turned the other
direction she saw a new customer. A girl, with long dark hair, probably
slightly younger than herself, but she was looking directly at the bard,
with a smirk on her face. Gabrielle blushed.

The girl got up with the mug in her hand and sauntered over.

Suddenly she said "Slut!" and emptied the mug over Gabrielle. She followed
the insult with two stinging slaps to Gabrielle's face. The bard was too
shocked to react for a second. The girl used this advantage and took
Gabrielle's left breast in a very painful, almost vice-like grip. Then she
pulled and ripped off Gabrielle's top with one move. At last the bard
managed to react and jumped to her feet. She was a little tipsy from the
ale, as she wasn't used to it. But over the years she had become a seasoned
fighter and was confident she could still take on this young girl
easily. What she didn't account for was the explosive and completely
unbridled aggression of her opponent.

Without any hesitation she jumped at Gabrielle and hammered her fist
brutally in her belly. The punch was so powerful, it made the bard bend
over. Which brought her perfectly in position for the girl to follow the
punch with a knee in Gabrielle's face. The bard was thrown back and went
down. She had just scrambled back on all four, when a brutal kick to her
left side took her breath away. Gabrielle tried to shield her throbbing
side with one arm and get up as quickly as possible. But she hadn't noticed
the girl shifting her position slightly. And so the heavy boot hit her
again unprepared. This time the kick came from behind and was perfectly
timed to hit her between her legs, exactly in her most vulnerable spot, her
pussy. The pain was excruciating, she couldn't swallow a loud cry. None of
her former opponents, not even Callisto, had attacked her so viciously.

Another kick to her side had Gabrielle reeling, now slowly losing part of
her former confidence. While she tried to recover, the girl gripped her
hair and pulled her up forcefully. A quick succession of slaps and powerful
backhands threw her back against a table. The girl pushed her further
backwards, so that the bard was lying on the table, and then was onto her
again immediately. With another vice-like grip, this time her right breast,
the girl held Gabrielle down. The nipple was painfully twisted. With her
right hand, the girl pushed Gabrielle's flailing legs aside and repeatedly
punched full force into her already abused pussy. Then with one sudden move
she ripped away Gabrielle's breeches.

Even though Gabrielle was now almost overwhelmed with pain, in her face,
her side, her breast and her pussy, from within a completely different kind
of feeling began to arise. The way especially her breasts and pussy were
targeted, the way she was exposed, and just the sheer force of her opponent
- her brutal, but nonetheless very pretty opponent - gave her
thrills. Though probably only her subconscious identified it as arousal
yet. But the next move of the girl made it much more obvious. She had
started to push two fingers into Gabrielle's pussy hole. Completely
disregarding Gabrielle's pain, she forced them in relentlessly. Once she
was in as deep as possible, she started a pumping motion and a groan
escaped Gabrielle's lips.

Now the girl fucked her in earnest. The longer this went on, the more the
arousal was overriding Gabrielle's pain and the groaning became a
moaning. This changed when the girl added a third finger. But soon the
arousal was the strongest emotion again. The bard now felt herself getting
wetter and wetter and the juices running down her legs. Suddenly the girl
added a fourth finger and Gabrielle felt herself stretched further than
ever since she gave birth to Hope. Though that hadn't felt so fucking
arousing. The bard now had only one thought left, she wanted that
orgasm. She didn't care that she was completely at the mercy of this girl,
a stranger she had never met before. Nothing mattered, as long as she kept
fucking her. And as hard as possible, please!

The girl pulled back her hand again and suddenly Gabrielle realised where
this was headed. She wanted to enter the bard with her whole hand and fist
her. The last of her self-control left Gabrielle and she started to shout.

"Oh yes, by the gods, please, take me!"

The bard stretched her legs as wide apart as possible. This gave the girl a
better angle, and with a brutal shove she pushed her fist into
Gabrielle. Without delay, she started to pump it back and forth. Gabrielle
shouted again.

"Harder, faster! Please! Hammer me with your fist!"

"Oh yeah, I will. And once you come, you are mine!" The girl spit out.

Incredibly, she did manage to pump even harder. Every time her fist hit
Gabrielle's cervix brutally, a shudder ran through the bard's body.

"Yes, I am yours, I am yours! I am your complete bitch!"

The girl continued ramming her fist into Gabrielle with full
force. Suddenly the bard could hold back no longer.

"YEEEESSS! I'm coming!"

The most powerful climax ever washed through Gabrielle. Even Velasca's did
not compare. And Gabrielle's climax didn't stop the girl just yet. She
continued hammering her fist into the bard, achieving two more
orgasms. Only then did she slow down and start to remove her fist. Even
that was enough for two more orgasms to ripple through Gabrielle's
body. Finally the fist popped from between Gabrielle's pussy lips. The girl
held her hand above Gabrielle's face and ordered her to clean it. Without
hesitation the bard complied and started licking and sucking on her
fingers. This girl had just raped her, brutally, in a public tavern! And
Gabrielle obeyed her every command, secretly already hoping for a repeat
performance. Her orgasms were the only things that mattered at this moment.

After a while, the bard was recovered enough to speak.

"Who are you? And will I see you again?"

The girl smirked. The obvious whistfulness didn't escape her. She knew
Gabrielle was hers now.

"Well, Gabrielle, wasn't that a nice start to our relationship? My name's
Tara, by the way."

"You know me?" the bard asked.

"Of course I have heard of the Warrior Princess and her bard. Actually I
had wanted to meet the famous Warrior Princess for some time now. But I
think I have just changed my priorities. For the time being, I want to get
to know the bard even more intimately. You seem quite receptive for my kind
of intimacy, if you get my drift."

Gabrielle blushed deeply, but nodded.

"Great. I've got another fist after all, and you have some more body holes
I might want to explore. Lots of possible combinations. I just love it when
I make them scream from pain, but they cream their panties nevertheless."

Gabrielle cringed, but at the same time felt herself getting wet again.

Later that night Xena returned from her mission. She was instantly alarmed
when she saw the bruises in Gabrielle's face. But the bard calmed her down.

She introduced Tara and said: "Yes, I got into a tough fight today. But
Tara here put an end to it. She won the fight. She actually would love to
travel with us for a while. Is that okay?"

Not exactly the truth, but at least she had avoided any direct lies.

Xena nodded. "Of course. Thank you, Tara. You seem quite young for an
experienced fighter, though."

Tara smirked. "What can I say? If it's about a tight spot, I do know how to
use my fist."

Xena just nodded in acceptance.

Luckily for Gabrielle, she didn't look in her direction. She might have
wondered, why the bard was blushing. But this didn't stop Gabrielle from
making plans secretly. She really needed to find more reasons for Xena to
go on solo missions. And maybe make her leave her whip behind. Tara would
surely know how to use it.