ANCIENT AMAZON SECRETS
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This story is for mature readers only! Pwp/alt/crossover. Nc-17 for implied or descriptions of ff sex, b/d. In other words, just an excuse for another quickie between you-know who and you-know-who.
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The prisoner in section 9 level 203 sat on the cold metal
bunk nervously studying the walls of the all-metal cell that held her. There was
nothing to look at, no bars or windows, no screens, nothing but featureless bulkhead.
Even the door she had entered through had blended so tightly into the walls that
she could not find the edges. The Amazon crafted outfit she had traveled from
her home planet in had been ordered removed to be replaced by a non descript prison
shift. Examined from head to toe with scanners that found no weapons or chip implants,
only feathered earrings that had been confiscated abruptly. Her waist-length golden
hair had been loosened from the braids and gone through by hand in the search
for anything hidden. Her slender wrists had been secured behind her back with
Darth lord Xena paused to study the prisoner's read-out just out side the cell
entrance. The girl's medical history up to that date showed that she was disease-free
and had no apparent psychosis. And she had a clean criminal record up to the point
she chose to speak out against the Empire and in particular Lord Xena. She ran
another body scan on the prisoner; she was barely shoulder high to the sith lord,
and the girl's color-highlighted figure was quite eye pleasing under the thin
I'll do this myself. She dismissed the two guards with a wave of her
hand. She placed her hand in the door scanner and it opened with an electronic
The prisoner sat bolt upright at the sound of the door sliding open. Her heart
pounded at the sight of her. Standing well over six feet in heeled boots. Dressed
in black leather up to her chin. Her ornately handled light saber hung from her
right hip. Raven hair brushed to a high sheen fell over her shoulders and her
full lips were painted blood red. She only met the ice blue eyes for a second
before she had to lower her's to the floor, lest she die from the thrill. She
had hoped against hope that the Sith Lord Xena herself would be the one to do
the interrogation. Three long years she had worked toward the slim chance for
this moment, ever since that first visit paid by Xena to the Amazon planet. She
had seen no one else in front of her eyes, had thought of no one else, and had
desired no one else. The tiny palm computer she carried with her every where was
full of thousands of pictures and articles and the few cybervids she could find,
anything about the woman of her dreams. The palm she had kept open to one of those
pictures every night by her bedside had also been confiscated, nearly breaking
A floating tray, covered with a white cloth followed Xena into the cell coming
to rest in front of the prisoner. With her gloved hand she folded back the cloth
to reveal the collection of evil looking instruments, some of the obviously sexual
in nature. Sometimes that was all that was needed. Many other rebels had caved
with disappointing speed at the sight of them and of Xena's reputation for creative
questioning. The girl would be one of them, she sensed, but she was in the mood
to play. She turned to the girl and, placing a hand under her chin, gently lifted
her to standing.
So, Princess Gabrielle, is it? Are you guilty? She said
in her smoothest voice, almost a sensual whisper.
Ye, yes my lord. A tear ran down her face, partially from fear and
part from sheer joy.
You're a smart girl princess. Rather chilly in here isn't it? she
gently thumbed one of the girl's painfully erect nipples through the shift. Gabrielle
trembled and her knees nearly gave out from the small touch, and she craved so
Tell me, why do you keep all of those pictures of me? Are you an assassin?
with her greater mind powers Xena willed the girl to speak the truth.
No, my lord, I think you are beautiful. I can't get enough of looking at
you. I adore you lord Xena. I want to be yours. She could feel the blood
rush to her cheeks, she might never have said these words on her own. Xena's gloved
hands cupped her face. She was quite adept at reading minds; thoughts came not
in words but feelings and concepts. The ice blue eyes bore into Gabrielle's green
ones, under black gull-wing brows. She knew this girl was being truthful. She
could feel the girl's arousal. Knew the girl had got herself arrested just to
be here. Betraying her people, and marking herself as a criminal against the Empire.
A stigma that would follow her forever. Her determination was at least impressive.
So you came all these parsecs just to meet me, profess you're love for me,
offer yourself to me?
Yes, my lord.
You want me to take you to my bed? Make love to you? Do with your body what
I want? Do you know what you're asking? Far be it from her to pass up something
Yes! I want all of that. Please, my lord. She was fairly crying now.
Lick your lips Xena ordered. Once someone had tried to kill her by
kissing her with poison painted lips. The princess obeyed, with closed eyes.
Again. She just enjoyed watching the action.
Xena leaned in closer, stopping a mere fraction or an inch from the Amazon princess's
lips. The girl leaned forward, her mouth open like a little bird. But the Sith
Lord stepped out of arms reach and waved a hand toward the girl. Gabrielle felt
an unseen finger trace all the way down her spine, causing her to gasp.
I will grant your wish. But as you may know the locations of the private
chambers of the Sith on this vessel are kept secret. I'll have to put you out
while we travel to mine.
Gabrielle nodded in agreement, relived that there would be no torturous interrogation.
She'd also heard stories about those who went to Xena's chambers never to return.
Xena put an arm around her back and waved her hand in front of Gabrielle's face.
The girl went limp in her arms.
Gabrielle did not even recollect closing her eyes, so fast was she asleep. She
dreamed about the Sith lord, Darth Xena and portions of her life. Even though
her former husband Lord Vader had claimed to have fallen into a volcano. In truth,
during their brief, stormy marriage. The young and handsome Vader had had an affair
with a certain young queen. (Not that Xena didn't have plenty of outside dalliances
herself) During one of their sparring matches, using live light sabers, they had
gotten into a violent argument over this matter. Vader had been warned about Xena's
temper, but was so blinded by love, had married her anyway. In the course of the
match she had got the better of him out of the sheer violence of her saber blows.
Then finished him off by spraying a mouth full of expensive liqueur at him, ignited
into a ball of flame by her saber. The resulting injuries were so grievous, that
he now was never seen without the helmet and metal mask that kept him alive, and
was said to always be in a foul mood. But was still so smitten with his ex-wife
that he never pressed charges against her. Just stuck to the volcano story.
She must have been sharing memories in her unconscious state. Gabrielle had heard
of this happening to people, but only when they were true soul mates.
She saw Xena sparring with a student of hers, Darth Maul, and Darth Alti; they
had tired her after their best attempts, but had only managed to land one small
light-saber burn on Xena's left thigh.
The first thing she saw when she opened her eyes was the wide port window open
upon the star-field. Her accommodations were very luxurious indeed. The bedroom
furniture was mostly black lacquered and sparsely decorated, except for a strange
sort of leather contraption that hung from the ceiling. Darth Xena was looking
down at her, holding a small paper box. Gabrielle noticed that her slightest movement
caused the bed to ripple like water.
Haven't you been on a water bed before? Xena said smiling down at
her. I bet there's a lot of things you've never done before. She helped
Gabrielle to her feet and handed her the box, leading her to a door.
Take yourself a bath and put these on. Don't worry about germs, they're
brand new. Something I keep handy for unexpected guests.
After luxuriating in a bubble bath, Gabrielle dressed in the sheer white gown
and matching white lace panties from the box. She almost felt like a bride. She
caught sight of herself in the mirrored wall in the luxurious bath, and was stunned;
the gown hid almost nothing of her nakedness beneath. She let down her hair and
used one of the brushes she found on the neatly arranged vanity. She did not think
Xena would mind. Every lacquered surface was so clean and shiny that nary a fingerprint
When she emerged from the washroom, Xena was sitting on the bed totally nude and
cross-legged. She pointed a small remote control at Gabrielle and the white panties
came apart and fluttered to the floor. Xena stood up displaying the powerfully
feminine warrior's body and tawny skin she was legendary for. Giving a small wicked
laugh she instructed Gabrielle to lie back in the leather swing that hung by chains
from the ceiling. The swing had various straps and loops of leather attached.
Xena helped her into the bouncing swing and made sure that she would not be lying
on her hair. She had Gabrielle put her hands through two leather loops above her
head, and her feet into stirrups that held her legs apart in a wide M when she
relaxed. They were loose enough to slip her hands and feet out of, yet still gave
her the sensation of being restrained. It had the desired effect of excitement
and anticipation. She grasped the hand straps and leaned her head back, letting
her hair brush the floor. When she looked up again, Xena was standing in front
of a wall of glass shelving, that displayed a collection of pleasure devices of
every description imaginable. She was stepping into a leather harness and tightening
it around her hips. A smooth, black phallus protruded from the harness and to
this she was applying a liberal amount of lubricant.
She approached her partner with an unreadable expression on her face. Suddenly
she bent to her knees and started to feast like a wild animal on the princess's
tender folds. Gabrielle threw her head back again and screamed, just when she
thought she could stand no more and was about to explode, Xena pulled back and
stood once again, wiping the back of her hand across her mouth. You are
so sweet. She said. She loved nothing more than to totally dominate her
partners. She stroked the head of the phallus up and down against her opening,
teasingly. It was custom made and provided the wearer with a full-range of corresponding
virtual sensations, through a discreet little insert.
Are you sure this is what you want, my Amazon princess? My helpless little
Take me. Take me, please. She cried.
Grasping Gabrielle's thighs in her arms she plunged the phallus into the waiting
princess with one fluid motion, enjoying the reaction in the girls face. It was
heated to a few degrees above body temperature, to provide an intense experience.
Tell me about the book.
(Does she mean the sacred book of ancient Amazon pleasuring secrets?) The princess
That's exactly the one I mean. Darth Xena answered with another slow
(The secrets collected in the book have been handed down from one generation to
the next since before our written language, to promote the ultimate bonding with
other females, and are only to be shared with other sisters) she thought between
You can share them with me, can't you? Who would know? You've already betrayed
your sisterhood by being here with me. Another deep thrust.
(HHHAAH! That's true. AAAH, AHH. Is it true what I heard about how the Sith Lords
can pleasure without touching?)
You have already had a small taste of that in your cell. Xena leaned
in close to the princess, kissing her mouth deeply, moving her tongue and phallus
inside of her in unison. The princess Gabrielle wrapped her legs and arms around
Darth Xena, as their bodies shuttered together in intense climax. They lay there
for some time recovering, the swing supporting them both. The princess was enjoying
the feeling of the powerful Sith lord's body resting on top of hers, stroking
the well-muscled back and the cool black hair. She just wished it could last forever.
Finally lord Xena roused and, tossing the phallus aside, easily carried the princess
back to the bed. She stepped back to observe the princess's porcelain curves,
the beautiful blond hair splayed over her pillows, smiling up at her; her cheeks
still flushed pink with love.
A fair exchange then, my princess, she waved her hand and a tingle
ran up and down Gabrielle's body. I share the secrets of Sith pleasuring
with you and you demonstrate the ancient Amazon methods on me. And no one else
has to know, this is just between you and me. Gabrielle nodded breathlessly;
not knowing if she was ready to endure the levels of pleasure, that she suspected
the Sith Lord Xena was capable of giving her. She felt invisible hands move over
her body, lightly.
Don't worry, little one, if it gets to be too much for you, let me know.
Gabrielle felt dozens of unseen hands begin to caress her body; arms, legs, breasts
and belly, while Xena stood next to the bed in intense concentration. The hands
smoothed her curves, warming her flesh were they touched. Her heart was pounding
and her breath came in moaning sighs. Xena bent to deliver deep, devouring kisses
to her mouth, pinning her wrists to the bed above her head. As the invisible hands
parted Gabrielle's legs and stroked the insides of her thighs, Xena teased and
sucked her hardened nipples. She arched her back, moving her breasts closer to
the ravaging mouth they were beginning to love. The hands on her legs moved with
much more intent, some stroking her swollen, and wet center. She was near to crying
as she felt the many phantom fingers enter and fill her. Her hips rose to meet
the thrusts, her mouth returning Xena's kiss, feverently. More hands stroked and
teased her clitoris, till she felt that she was flying through space. The tension
in her body built up to an almost unbearable intensity, and she was on the point
of begging Xena to stop everything, when the release came. With a final scream
They always pass out. Darth Xena said to herself. Why do they
always pass out?
When the princess awoke, she found the Darth lord Xena lying next to her propped
up on one elbow. Smiling at her, she stroked Gabrielle's face.
When you're done resting up, then it's my turn.
Gabrielle was sure that she would never get another chance like this in her life,
to ever again have a woman this fine, no less one that she was so totally in love
with. So she was more than willing to share any secret, betray any trust, whatever
the out come. Her hands and tongue played over the magnificent, statuesque body
like they had done in a thousand of her midnight fantasies. Xena stretched under
her touch like a great raven-haired cat, throwing her head back closing her eyes,
thoroughly enjoying the attentions, as Gabrielle's mouth worshiped the warrior's
small up-turned breasts. Her mouth and tongue slowly worked their way down the
warrior's tautly muscled belly, to the neatly styled thatch of black hair between
the powerful thighs. She heard the Sith lord cry out as she began the exploration
of her most sensitive regions. She could already tell that this warrior would
not be as restrained in her responses as the few others she had been with. She
brought her arms around Xena's legs and rested her hands on her belly, so she
could gauge muscle response. Holding her began to be a challenge as she practiced
her art on the larger woman. The Sith lord's body started to dance in ecstasy,
making waves in the bed surface. She thrashed, sitting up and falling back, whipping
sweat-dampened black hair over her half-closed, dazed, blue eyes. She grasped
and twisted the sheets, with white-knuckled hands, groaning. Lights flickered,
objects fell from shelves, some where in the space station clear communication
suddenly became filled with static, computers went on the fritz, people forgot
their own names or walked blindly into walls, time pieces stopped or raced ahead,
and Gabrielle could feel the Sith lord start to levitate above the bed taking
her along. The princess moved her mouth and tongue in the most sacred maneuvers
that were proven to bring about the ultimate in climax.
Xena threw her head back and emitted a high-pitched scream that shattered the
glass shelving, sending them both back to the waterbed with a thud. For a time
her body shuttered, her chest heaving. Gabrielle used soothing strokes on the
Sith lord till she brought her breathing back under control. Xena raised her head
and smiled at her, her hair soaked, her cheeks flushed.
Why don't you move in for awhile? she said.
Why not? I haven't got anywhere else to go.
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