11 comments/ 18516 views/ 8 favorites Last Chance Ch. 01 By: Masterless123 Hi, this is my first time posting on Literotica. I plan to make this story largely nonconsensual. This chapter is just an introduction, no sex, sorry! But there will be in the future, I promise :P! Please comment and let me know if I should continue. All feedback appreciated! ************************** Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out. If you do it long enough it's almost like you're alive. My feet pounded the pavement with voracity. In, out. Up, down. Forward, back. Running is all about the rhythm. If you can lose yourself in it, you can block out the pain and be whatever you want. You can win out against reality. If you can't find it, if you count every step and wait for the end, you are sentenced to lose. The finish line is really your greatest enemy. Once you know where it is, your chances become slimmer and slimmer that you'll get there alive. Running is the only escape. It's the only chance you get. At least for me. I lived in a small town, a middle-of-nowhere snow globe filled with middle class neighborhoods and pockets of poverty smattered throughout at the frequency of gnats on an air-dried bed sheet. Even the trees were of perfectly average height with perfectly average green foliage that melted away as the rest of the world froze up for winter. But life here was sane. Everyone knew the expectations. The only murders you heard about were the ones in the larger cities miles north, west, east, and south of here. Kids grew up, went to bricked schools and then went to bricked community college. That's how it was. The buildings were brick and the sidewalks were pavement. Everything in between was nature's favorite green that screamed arguments against the so-called environmental crisis. Of course, there were a few people who fell above or below the status-quo. Some smart, rich families went to out of state universities, never to return. Some people you knew in grade school dropped off the map and into jail or drug fueled apathy. Never to return. The peace would be disturbed with too many comings-and-goings. So you were either gone or you weren't. Either way, no one talked much. As of this week I was officially a Senior at Gale High School. The heated, bored days of summer were newly behind this year's incoming classes, despite our reluctance to admit it. This summer had been fun. I'd spent most of it with Kat and Emilee, my two best friends. We'd hung out at the city pool, batting our eyelashes at cute guys in trunks and speculating what our schedules would be like and whether Mr. or Mrs. So-and-so would be nice or not. Sweet sun-dried sweat followed us home to countless sleepovers spent emptying the pantry and fridge. At our age, food was the friend and not the enemy. We didn't much think about getting fat, especially with cross country practice every morning. Oh, perhaps the most important fact about me was that I was a runner. And not only did I run, I won. I was by far the best on our small team. I'd made it to state in my Freshman and Sophomore and junior years. Running was my ticket out of this small town which I despised. Every mundane detail was like a needle in the sole of my foot. Every semi-educated resident a toothpick shoved under my fingernails. After seventeen years of living here, I realized that I would die to leave. And in only one year I would. Dreams of college swirled in my head. I was exceptionally intelligent. I scored a 34 on my ACT sophomore year. This news was like a godsend. It meant I had a chance. Running meant I had a chance. That is, until I didn't. ********* I woke up with a gasp, looking around my bedroom frantically. The only things looking back at me were pictures of Kat, Emilee, and my dog. Still, the hair on the back of my neck stood on end. I felt eyes on me. I tried to calm my breathing while scolding myself for my ridiculous behavior. I laid back down gently, sucking in oxygen at a measured pace, my heart still pounding in my chest. For the past few weeks I'd been getting these odd feelings. It seemed like I was being followed, watched, stalked. On my runs, cars with tinted windows struck nervousness into my being, causing me to pour even more speed into my gait than normal. Even at school I was not safe from my own irrationality. There is no one here, Cara, you idiot! You should be asleep. You've got a history test and a race tomorrow, and here you are, three in the morning, sweating over a "feeling" you got. Shut up and go back to bed. My inner monologue persuaded my eyes to close, albeit begrudgingly. The unfortunate thing about sleep is, the more you want it, the more awake you are. I felt like a kid on Christmas Eve trying to force herself to pass out into the oblivious world where time dissolved into the new day. Relax...Just relax... Yes, relax. In the morning, sunlight filtered through my gauzy curtains like shards of transparent glass. I rolled over with a sigh, contemplating the day ahead of me. When I stepped out of bed and walked to the shower I gauged the freshness of my legs, trying to notice whether they were tired from last afternoon's cross practice. To my satisfaction, they felt lithe and springy as ever. While I waited for my shower to steam up the bathroom I looked at myself in the mirror. Some may call me vain but I have an odd fascination with mirrors. It's not so much that I'm admiring myself as it is examining. I looked over my flat stomach and up towards my perky breasts. The path of sun-kissed skin was broken up by the tan line of my sports-bra, leaving my breasts a stark milky white in comparison to my tanned abdomen. I was about a B-cup, bordering on a C. My nipples were small and pink, and slightly pebbled due to the morning chill. My gaze slid up past my collarbone and over my long, thin neck. Its prominence was highlighted by the fact the my dark brown hair was cropped shorter than Emma Watson's pixie. I'd worn it short my whole life and favored the barely there razor-pixie look on my baby-fine strands. My face was round with petite features to match my thin frame. I stood inches above most girls around here, measuring in at about five feet ten inches. But I was model-thin, still wearing size 0 pants from freshman year. My eyes stared back at me from the mirror, forest green flecked with gold. My lips were small but plump, my nose pert. I would be lying if I said I didn't find myself beautiful, but it's not as if I reminisced on it for extended periods. I whirled around as fast as I could. Something had been there, at the door. Looking with me. I'd heard it, or felt it, or saw it... but only an empty door frame was left to greet me. But I'd closed the door, hadn't I? Or at least half-way, right? In truth, I couldn't remember past the morning haze of my mind. Whatever the case, the door now stood widely open, gaping uncomfortably like an unclosing eye. I shivered and darted to yank it back, freeing myself from its oppressive glare. The shower scalded my skin, but I couldn't feel it. All I could feel was quavering gasps pushing forth through my lips. "Hi Care!" Kat greeted me with her usual sunny demeanor. In many ways she seemed much younger than either me or Emilee, carefree, optimistic, like a curious child who wasn't discouraged in the least by any of the atrocities of the world. Innocence. "Hey Katerina," I used her full name, knowing it would make her grimace good-naturedly. "Did we have homework last night in physics?" "Yeah, book problems." Great, I groaned internally. I'd fallen asleep over my history notes studying for today's exam and completely ignored the physics for today. I yanked my book from my book bag and turned it to the chapter questions. "There's no way you are going to finish that before class," Kat goaded, "it took me at least an hour, and that's not counting the three I couldn't do." I ignored her, knowing that if I focused, I might be able to finish them in the fifteen minutes before class. I was fast. I was a winner. And I knew physics. Sure enough, the problems were for the most part simple. I wondered why everything for me always turned into a race before deciding for the thousandth time that I liked it better that way. Emilee was my lab partner in physics. She was my twin and opposite at the same time. With long flowing hair reaching toward her waist and a curvier body than the boyish one I possessed, Emilee attracted a lot of the guys. She was socially smooth, unlike my usual aloofness. However, she did share in my logical approach to thinking and my love of running. We'd been close ever since seventh grade. And she wanted out as much as I did. The rest of my day went as smoothly and boringly as usual. By the time the final bell rang I was on the edge of my seat with nerves for my race tonight. Even if I knew I would win, every race caused its share of turmoil and fear inside of me. When I raced, it felt like I was being chased, like I had to finish first or die. All of my opponents became my pursuers, those from whom I had to escape. This egged my strides on and carried me to great heights, despite the residual fear it left in my limbs. That's why running was always a love-hate relationship for me. It was both my talent and my curse. My prize and my punishment. My only chance to win or fail. "Hey, Cara, you know Georgia is gonna be at the race tonight." I nodded my head as Coach Chapton continued his pre-race pep talk, although so far it seemed more a lesson in discouragement. Georgia Jeter was my main rival in the league. It always turned into a sprint for the finish between me and her. I almost always pulled it out. But almost always was a lot different than the one-hundred percent record I wanted. "You know you can beat her. You just have to relax and run your race. Now since this is only a dual meet and we are using it as a practice, I want you to go out really hard and try your hand at running faster at the beginning than the end, see if you can discourage her. I know you don't like to lead the whole race, but right now, our focus is not on this individual meet, but on the end goal of states." "I'll see what I can do." I managed to gasp out. My breathing was quickening as adrenaline and pre-race nerves pushed my blood at record speed through my body. In minutes we were lined up on the start. A gunshot sent us off. The race was on. I sprinted out of the gate, wanting to get the lead my Coach had asked of me. I tried to slowly decelerate into my normal stride without causing my breathing too much strain. I just had to keep breathing, steady, slow, and everything would be alright. I kept my arms low on my sides, using them to push myself faster. I normally never started a race this fast. I preferred a strategy with more even mile-splits, but this would help me in the state tournament. No pain no game, I chided myself. My feet padded across the grass. Sometimes I liked to reflect on how light and quick I could make my steps. Not today. Today, I plowed like a bull in a china shop across the fields, up and over the hills, over the ditches and holes. In what felt like an eternity in Hell, I ran across the halfway point. I didn't feel Georgia on my heels, which was a first. However, I still had no idea where she was. It was terrifying. Was I in danger of losing? Could she be right behind me, waiting to take advantage of my already-taxed legs and lungs? The surge of adrenaline pushed me forward. I had to keep going. I couldn't be caught. Even my eyes hurt by the time I saw the finish line. My pace had significantly slowed and my breathing was labored. But the giant funnel of cones and flags seemed to call to me, and I made my final run for the end. I transformed into a sprinter. I heard yelling, cheers. All I wanted to know was whether or not Georgia was behind me, seconds away from surging past. In my fear I ran even harder. I bent over at the finish, gasping and begging oxygen to repair my aching chest. My legs were like grapevines. My first look was behind me. Georgia hadn't even emerged onto the homestretch yet. I sighed in relief, allowing the apprehension which had filled me for the last nineteen minutes to melt away. I grinned. Safe again. Safe on land without being chased. A winner today, so what of tomorrow? I knew the feeling of ecstasy would wear off soon, but in the moment I could finally be happy. These moments were why I had to run. For no matter how crushed you were on your lows, the joy of the highs made up for it. That night we ate pizza. I'd run close to my personal best, despite my fast start. My coach was excited, I was relieved. By the time I was home, my runner's high had worn off and I was ready to collapse into bed and sleep. I quickly showered and ran a towel over my hair. Thank goodness my hair dries so fast, I though to myself. With that, my head was on the pillow, and I was out. Friday. Friday was always my favorite day. I didn't hate school as much as most kids, so it seemed to be the best of both worlds, school and weekend. This Friday was especially agreeable, seeing as there was no cross country meet tomorrow and Kat, Emilee, and I were going out to a club tonight. It was an 18 and over club, so we only needed our drivers licenses, no fake IDs this time. It was the only respite from boring town life we kids could find, other than movies at the too-familiar theater, which had lost their glamour after eighth grade. School flew by and I was packing my books up to head home when Kat and Emilee showed up at my side, chattering excitedly about the club. It was called "Midnite Blu", in the true fashion of over-stylized night clubs trying to be cool. "Yeah, yeah, I can't wait! Wait, when are we leaving again?" I asked Kat, who was usually in charge of social details between us. "Jeesh, someone's not listening very well today! Did physics fry your brain?" Kat was grinning as she reached over to knock on my head. "We're leaving at five, grabbing something to eat, and then hitting the club around nine." Emilee filled me in. "And then we are dancing the night a-way." Kat chimed in with a sing-song voice. "Great, see you guys then?" I called out, already making my way to the car. "Sure, Care!" Both my friends waved. In truth, I was distracted. I was having one of my feelings again. A car had driven by right next to the sidewalk we were on and I looked inside, only to be met with the intent gaze of a man in the passengers seat. I looked away embarrassedly, but he had just kept staring. Finally, the car drove past the stop sign, but it left me uneasy. Get a grip, Care! You are starting to act like a crazy person. That's it, no more crime-shows or horror flicks for you. I chastised myself. At home I prepared for our night out. I slipped into my favorite black dress, pairing it with sky-high pumps. If there was one thing I loved, it was fashion and looking good. The shoes, the makeup, all of it. My body was perfectly hugged by the tight black fabric and my red suede shoes added length to my already long legs. I looked in the mirror, smiling. I looked back from the mirror, smiling. There was something comforting about looking in the mirror and seeing myself as I was, knowing I was still solid, real. Time to go, I told myself, hustling out the door to drive to Emilee's. When I got there, they were still getting ready. I sighed, prepared to wait at least half-an hour for them to finish up. I laughed as I reminded myself that five o'clock always meant at least five thirty. We were driving by five forty-five. We ate dinner at a swanky but relatively cheap restaurant near the club. We wanted to be sure we had plenty of money to get in. We entered the club while the night was young. It wasn't exactly filled to the brim yet. We snatched an available table, knowing that before long they would all be taken. We sat talking until the dance floor heated up. We used our seats as scouting posts for hot guys. "Oooh, what about him, Em? He is soooo handsome." Kat pointed to a boyish looking man with blond hair and blue eyes. He was good looking, but definitely not my type. "Yeah, Emily, he looks like he needs someone to dance with!" I giggled, which I rarely did sober, already giddy from one drink. "Oh, alright," Emilee acted like she was in a huff, getting up to make here way toward the man, leaving me and Kat alone together. Suddenly, a hand tapped my shoulder. I nearly knocked the table over when I jumped and yelped in surprise. I whirled my head around to see what had touched me. I was faced with a handsomely chiseled face with dark hair and full lips, although the deep-set eyes were wide with surprise at my outburst. I blushed furiously, mortified at my extreme reaction. I set out to cover it up by looking up at him sheepishly. "I'm very sorry, miss, I did not mean to frighten you." His voice had a hint of an accent to it. Undeniably sexy. I looked over at Kat who seemed awe-struck by the visitor to our table. An ackward silence hung in the air. I opened my mouth to fill it. "Oh, no, it was my fault. I've been so jumpy lately!" I blurted out. Something in his eyes seemed to register my words. "Well, I was going to ask you if you would like to dance, Madame." He bowed ever so slightly. Oh. My. God. There was no way I was passing up this offer. He had to be German, or French, or...well something! I nodded my head vigorously. In response, he held out his hand. He led me to dance. We ground our bodies to the music, hand in hand, hips swaying seductively together. He held me close to him, taking the lead. I didn't mind at all. I didn't consider myself a fabulous dancer anyway. Things were definitely getting steamy underneath the flashing lights. We were surrounded by other writhing bodies. The atmosphere was electric. I turned my head to look at the man behind me. We smiled at each other. He gave me a wink, then led me to the fringe of the dance floor. He waved his hand at a man who took an order for two drinks. "What would you like?" The mystery man asked me. I smiled flirtatiously and answered, "how about a virgin martini?." My man laughed, letting his hand wrap around my waist. "Make that two," he said to the waiter. I looked around, trying to spot our old table, hoping to catch the eye of either Kat or Em. I didn't see them anywhere, it was too dark. "Maybe they are in the restroom," The man suggested, nodding toward the woman's door. I nodded, "Actually, the restroom sounds like a good idea right now, do you mind?" "Not at all, I will find us a table. My name is Enrick, by the way." With that he strode away, leaving me to search the bathroom for my friends. I opened the door, stepping inside the lavishly decorated bathroom. I looked around, seeing a few random girls, but not my friends. Oh well, they must still be outside, I thought to myself. I walked out of the restroom and searched the tables for Enrick. I saw him waving and smiling at me not too far away. Our drinks were at the table and he was sipping his nonchalantly. "Back so soon? Did you not see your friends?" He inquired earnestly. "No, they must be around here in the dark somewhere." I laughed. "Ah, well, you are very beautiful, what did you say your name was?" "Oh, I didn't. I am Cara." "Cara, a name to match." He was so cute, I said internally. He was foreign and charming, but without it being cloying. I had to have his number by the end of the night. None of the boys in our town ever showed any interest in me for some reason. I knew I was pretty, so maybe I was just intimidating. I never could figure it out. Now was my chance to catch a great guy who also saw me as beautiful! We talked for awhile, but soon my head was pounding. I felt like I'd been slammed, but I hadn't had anything to drink! Enrick managed to pull me back out to dance one more time, but I was soon barely able to stand. He supported me back to the table. Last Chance Ch. 01 "Haha, guess we should've skipped the last round, eh." He laughed at my obvious intoxication. The world was spinning and I couldn't think straight. I'd been drunk before, but it had never felt like this. "I think I just need some fresh air." I muttered from behind a haze of nausea. I was too sick to remember that I hadn't even had any alcohol. His words didn't make sense. "That's a good idea, just hold onto my arm." Actually, he ended up practically carrying me out the back door of the club. I was embarrassed, but I was really too sick to care. I saw Enrick on his phone, but I couldn't make out what he was saying. I just stared dumbly at the ground, hoping I wouldn't puke in front of this man. Suddenly, Enrick had his hands wrapped around my wrists, yanking my arms behind my back. "Owww..." I moaned, confused and dazed. "Shut up. If you make any noise, I promise, we are not going to be very nice to you during transport." Enrick growled at me. What? What the fuck was going on? Transport? And why was Mr. Charming suddenly Mr. Meanie? " What the fuck?" I moaned, " I said, shut up!" Enrick yanked me upright and clamped his hand around my mouth. I started to scream and struggle, finally waking up to some semblance of sensibility. I had to get out of here! What the hell was he doing!? I managed to lift my leg up between us and knee him in the groin. He yelped, but recovered quickly, slapping me hard across the face. A black van sped into the dark alley we were fighting in. I tried to call to the driver for help. I didn't want to be raped by this psycho. The van's doors opened and I was tugged inside. Enrick didn't come with me. I looked frantically out the door, unable to do anything but stare. Enrick sneered back at me. "Goodbye, pretty Cara." He waved innocently, his tone making me sick. I was surely going to puke. This couldn't be happening. He must've drugged my drink! This couldn't be happening. Oh God. Then everything was black. Last Chance Ch. 02 AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the story of Xena and Gabrielle following "A Friend in Need". It is extremely subtext-friendly. If two women showing their love for one another is not your cup of tea, please find another story you'd like to read. This story will be submitted in several parts and is based off the series, yet the "history" has been changed somewhat to suit the purposes of this story. Not all the parts of this story will contain erotic sex scenes as there is a plot. Also, I'd like to note that I do not own Xena: Warrior Princess, the series, or the characters and I will not be receiving any payment whatsoever for writing this story. It is intended for entertainment purposes only. PLEASE VOTE Chapter Two ::: Xena The Conqueror Gabrielle and the other slave women had been taken to the place of auction. It was a cramped, sweaty place with lots of pawing men and slave traders who were trying to keep order. One by one the women were lead up onto stage and sold unwillingly to the highest bidder. Gabrielle waited in the line, holding Lila's hand tightly in her own as she saw the other ladies being led away by their new owners. Most of the men who were bidding were old and ugly although some were younger and burly. The scent of unwashed bodies everywhere made Gabrielle nauseated. Whenever one of the girls would try to run away, she would be severely whipped and forced to do as they had been told by the men. How Gabrielle hated this place. Her green eyes got wide as now it was her turn. She was ripped away from Lila and drug up onto the stage. "Gabrielle!" Lila cried out as tears streaked her face. But Gabrielle could do nothing as she was taken in front of the crowd. The crowd cheered seeing a woman as young and beautiful as Gabrielle. She had long blond hair, sparkling green eyes and a curvaceous body. Right away, some high bids were placed. But one man stood at the back of the crowd, a woman by his side. She was a tall woman with flowing dair hair and gorgeous blue eyes. She dressed in furs and silver and she had a look that said, "Do not cross me or you shall die." She was as beautiful as she was evil. As she stood there beside the muscular man who had long black braids which reached his waist, she said, "I want that one," and glanced at Gabrielle. "She will be mine... buy her for me, Borias," Xena insisted, her eyes on Gabrielle. She had wanted a new slave girl. Someone fresh and young for her amusement. She already had one servant girl named Satrina, but now it time for something new. Something innocent and blond. "Yes, Xena," Borias said as he raised his hand high into the air, offering a hefty amount of gold for the young woman. A gasp went out over the crowd. This day no other woman had been bought for such a great amount of gold. No one would or could challenge that bid. "Sold," cried out the slave trader much to Gabrielle's horror. "Wait!" Borias called out as he slowly approached the stage, his muscles flexing as he walked. "She is a virgin, no?" The slave trader holding the struggling Gabrielle shrugged. No one really knew. None of his men had defiled this one, but that didn't mean she was untouched. She may have lost her virginity before her capture. "Xena, come here!" Borias called out. Reaching the stage, Xena arrived at Borias's side. Her blue eyes fell on Gabrielle who was trembling with fear and rage and trying to escape the guard. "They are uncertain of her innocence," Borias told Xena. Xena's eyes got darker, almost black as she walked closer to Gabrielle. Gabrielle nearly fainted. This was Xena. HER Xena. *How could this be?* "I want to see what it is I am buying. Strip her... NOW!" Xena commanded, her voice harsh. No one would dare defy her when she spoke like that, especially the way she was stroking that huge silver sword at her side. "Noooooooooooooooooo!" Gabrielle cried out, because although she couldn't understand the language of the slave traders; she could understand every word that Xena and Borias were saying. And she did not want to be humiliated and embarrassed with her nudity displayed before this entire crowd. "I said NOW!" Xena screamed. "What are you waiting for?" The slave trader jumped, hearing Xena's shout. He hurriedly shredded Gabrielle's garment, tearing the rags away. Gabrielle hadn't been wearing any undergarment, so when the rags fell away, she stood there, completely and totally naked. Tears filled her eyes as she backed away from the slave trader, trying to hide her breasts and pubic area with her hands. She wanted to run, but there was no where to go as she was surrounded by slave traders and the hungry eyes of dozens of men everywhere. Xena made a motion to Borias, who seized the young slave girl in his steely arms. "Turn her over, Borias..." Xena said, her voice strangely more quiet, almost "normal" to Gabrielle's ears. Before Gabrielle could even comprehend what was about to happen to her, Borias flipped her over unceremoniously in his arms, so her backside was presented to Xena, her curvy feminine hips raised upward and her head hanging near the floor of the stage. Gabrielle cried out and attmepted to get free, but Borias held both of her legs steady with one of his muscular arms. "Ohhhhh!" Gabrielle then cried out, feeling someone touching her in her most imtimate of places. Two fingers slipped inside, searching. After a moment, Xena had found what she had been seeking. "Virgin!" she announced loudly, pulling her fingers from Gabrielle's innocent body. She had a triumphant grin on her face when Borias quickly flipped Gabrielle over, setting her down on her tiny feet. Gabrielle glared at Xena as the warlord looked back at her. The exam had not hurt, but Gabrielle couldn't have been more angry or humiliated. She didn't care if she was a virgin once again. How dare Xena have touched her like that? Gabrielle didn't like it at all! And she found herself despising this Xena. Ohhhh Gods, what had she done when she had prayed and made that wish? "Cover her," Xena then commanded. "I do not want my men to see her. We ride back to camp now... and she will ride with me." Borias placed his own fur robe around the young slave and shoved her toward Xena. "Come," Xena said, tugging on Gabrielle's hand. Since Gabrielle really had no choice, she was forced to follow Xena. Suddenly then, Gabrielle stopped. Xena gave her another tug, then turned to look at annoyance at her new beautiful slave. "Please... my sister," Gabrielle whispered, looking up at the stage and seeing Lila being led up next. Xena made a growling sound deep in her throat, but then softened a little, hearing her little slave pleading for her sister. She did something entirely unexpected. "Take the other girl, too," she commanded of Borias. Borias was shocked but didn't question Xena's orders. He bid for Lila, and she was taken, too. Once they had left the place of auction, they rode away toward Xena's camp, Gabrielle on horseback with Xena and Lila riding with Borias. *What have I done?* Gabrielle inwardly raged as her thoughts turned to poor Lila. *Are they going to rape my little sister?* Had she been selfish in begging Xena for her sister, too? But at the very least if they were together, maybe somehow they could find a way to escape. Or did Gabrielle really want to escape? She had her wish. She was with Xena now. Or at least some form of Xena. When they arrived back at camp, Xena climbed fluidly down from her steed, taking a dazed Gabrielle down with her. As she stood in Xena's strong arms, Gabrielle could only gaze at her. It was Xena, it WAS, yet it wasn't. This Xena was evil, cruel, and dangerous. Very, very dangerous. She had heard stories. Terrible stories of the Warlord Xena. Not just from Xena herself, but by others. Stories of rape, murder, pillage. What had she gotten herself into? Xena gazed back at her slave, as though challenging her. She wouldn't be letting this one go. Never. There was something about her, but Xena didn't know what it was. "You are mine now," Xena said, looking down into the emerald eyes of the girl. "And don't you forget that." "I will never BELONG to you," Gabrielle sneered because in truth she wanted nothing to do with this hateful and evil Xena. Where was HER Xena? Xena let out a musical laugh. "Ohhh little one... you will see... you will be mine..." she said. "And very soon, tonight even. You want your little sister to be safe, don't you?" "You want her to remain untouched, do you not?" Xena bargained, glancing over at Lila who was upon the other horse with Borias. "Yes... yes... just don't hurt her, Xena. Please," Gabrielle pleaded. She would do anything for Lila to keep her safe... even if it meant... Looking at Xena, she knew what she had meant. She knew what Xena wanted, and she was terrified. This Xena she was frightened of; how could she ever...? A beautiful woman came forward with dark hair and wearing a servant's dress, and she shyly approached Xena. "Satrina," Xena spoke melodiously to the first of her slaves. "Take Gabrielle inside my tent. She is my new little slave. And I'd like you get her ready for tonight. I have some things I'd like to teach her." "Yes, Xena," Satrina said, averting her eyes to Xena. She then took Gabrielle's hand into hers, leading Gabrielle away to Xena's tent. Once they had ducked inside the tent, Satrina spoke. "Gabrielle, you need to bathe and get ready for Xena. You don't want to make her angry. You wouldn't like her when she is angry," Satrina warned, looking at Gabrielle with pity. She got Gabrielle some water for bathing and a thin garment to wear. It was soft and looked like a dainty nightie. "I have been her slave for nearly a year now, but I fear she has grown tired of me. I sleep on her robes when Borias is away. And sometimes..." spoke the girl as her voice got low as though she was scared. "... Sometimes they take me... together." "Now she has given me cooking duty... and you will be the one to share her robes. Please Gabrielle, be good. Don't fight her," Satrina spoke. "I fought her at first... but eventually, I stopped fighting. It's really not so bad, you will see." Satrina then left a stunned Gabrielle in the tent so she could bathe and get prepared for Xena's arrival. Last Chance Ch. 03 Author's Note: This story is extremely subtext-friendly. If two women showing their love for one another is not your cup of tea, please find another story you'd like to read. This story will be submitted in several parts and is based off the series, yet the "history" has been changed somewhat to suit the purposes of this story. Not all the parts of this story will contain erotic sex scenes as there is a plot. Also, I'd like to note that I do not own Xena: Warrior Princess, the series, or the characters and I will not be receiving any payment whatsoever for writing this story. It is intended for entertainment purposes only. I'd also like to add, F.Y.I, in this story Gabrielle is 18 summers, making Lila approximately 3 years younger, I suppose. Gabrielle's age is actually mentioned in this chapter. Since Gabrielle came back through time, she's not in the same time-frame of age as the other characters in the story such as Xena, Borias, etc. Considering this, I hope my readers aren't too confused. ~X~X~ Gabrielle did as she was told, bathing and dressing to wait for Xena, but on the inside she was shaking. How could Satrina be so calm? How did anyone seem so calm in a situation like this? She didn't know what she was going to do and she couldn't promise not to fight Xena, even though she had been warned. All of this this was just so wrong! This wasn't how it was supposed to be at all. She finished dressing and waited. Maybe she could just talk to Xena. Maybe HER Xena was in there somewhere? Oh, who was she kidding? She didn't think the Xena she knew was there at all. She was just so ... so horrible! Xena went to give orders to her men. She wanted everything in order as she had plans and didn't want to be disturbed tonight. The first thing on the agenda was to take "care" of Gabrielle's little sister. Xena approached Satrina, who was cooking something in large iron pot over the fire. "What's for supper?" Xena asked, inhaling the delicious scent. "It's stew," replied Satrina, not even looking up at Xena who stood there as though waiting for something. "And how is my new little slave girl?" Xena finally asked. "Uhhhh... I think she's okay, but- but I don't think she likes you very much..." Satrina spoke honestly, but with fear in her voice. She never knew how Xena would react to anything, so she was always scared out of her goard whenever the warlord was around. Xena just laughed, throwing her head back as she then looked down at Satrina stirring the food. Xena smiled, her lips curving up dangerously. "Well, it doesn't really matter if she likes me or not for what I intend to do tonight," she spoke as she looked over, seeing Borias pulling young Lila over toward the fire. "Satrina, this is Lila, Gabrielle's little sister. She's going to be your new cooking assistant. She will do as you say. And if she does anything to misbehave, you will let me know," Xena explained so both young slaves could hear her orders. "Lila, you will help Satrina around the camp with the cooking and laundry duties. And you will not try to escape." Xena bore those magnificient blue eyes of hers into Lila's and Lila nodded, scared to death of the tall, muscular female warlord. Xena then turned her attention onto Borias. "Make sure all the men know what they are to do. I will not be disturbed tonight," Xena said to her companion and partner in crime. "I ask that you come to sit outside my tent... and if I need anything, I will call for you." Borias raised an eyebrow, looking at Xena with a bit of disappointment showing on his rugged yet handsome face. "I won't be joining you tonight?" Borias asked, sounding hopeful. Xena shook her head. "I'd like her all to myself this first night. But, if she gives me trouble, I may call you in... to help," she said with a wicked laugh. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" "Well, she is a hot little thing..." Borias quipped. "She's mine," Xena reminded, walking away and approaching her tent. She had no intention of sharing Gabrielle, not anytime soon anyway. Xena entered her tent swiftly, her eyes sweeping the room for Gabrielle. "There you are," she said, walking slowly over to where the young woman stood. She wondered if her slave was frightened. If she was, Gabrielle wasn't showing it. Only her breathing gave her away. It was irregular as though her heart must be pounding a mile a minute in her small chest. "Hello, little one," Xena spoke, her voice sultry. "That little garment looks very beautiful on you... I like it, very much." Xena glittering blue eyes took in Gabrielle's beauty in the tiny garment, remembering earlier when her fingers and slipped into Gabrielle's innocent body. Gabrielle had felt tight, wet, and hot, and she wanted to touch her once again. "Gabrielle, you do know what is going to happen tonight, do you not? I'm going to take you, so you are completely and totally mine..." Xena explained as she cornered Gabrielle at the back of the tent. "I want to make this as pleasant for you as possible. You aren't going to fight me, are you?" Gabby swallowed," Yes," she whispered," I know." She wasn't a fool; she knew very well what this woman intended to do. It however didn't mean that she was any less scared or terrified. She didn't want this to happen, yet she remembered Santrina's words about not fighting. Maybe it would be best to just to get it over with? "N-No, I won't fight," she answered, her voice tiny. Xena was a little surprised. She expected more of a fight from her sweet little captive, or maybe she had even WANTED one. Xena finally got her wits about her and ordered Gabrielle to go lie down on her robes. In the back of the tent were some sheer drapes where Xena's bed lay. The pallet itself was made up of many soft furs and silken coverlets. "I'll be right there," Xena said, as she turned to get ready for "bed." Xena's own breathing was a bit ragged as she prepared to go to her robes, but it wasn't from fear. It was from anticipation and excitement of the night to come. She took off her clothing, dropping all of it to the floor. She then stood in her leathers which clung to her flesh like a second skin. Wearing nothing but her knee-high boots and leathers, Xena pulled back the drapes surrounding her robes. She carried a candle in hand, but save for that, the tent was bathed in darkness. Gabby waited paitently right where she was instructed to; but fear gripped at her stomach. A sickening fear. Why did it have to be like this? She knew the good Xena, not this overbearing one. Gabrielle had really never understood how or why the cruelty was there or where it came from within such a beautiful woman. Xena set the candle down in a sconce nearby as she stood over her bed, looking down at Gabrielle. Her little slave was behaving nicely and lying on Xena's robes, looking sexy and sweet all at once. Xena's eyes flashed with sapphire light, thinking of making hot, passionate love to her innocent young slave. "Gabrielle, I ask all my slaves to remove my leathers and my boots for bed. Come closer, little one," Xena urged. "I promise not to hurt you, if you are good..." "And I don't bite, not that hard anyway," Xena chuckled. Gabby moved carefully and went to Xena to undress her and to remove the leathers and boots, carefully. If she just listened she wouldn't get hurt and maybe she could find out how to get to the good Xena. It wouldn't be that difficult, right? She did as Xena requested and removed all clothing articles from her body. Xena stood over Gabrielle now, entirely naked. Looking at the young woman kneeling there, Xena's eyes flashed. "Now lie back down on the robes now. I want to teach you how to please me," Xena said softly. Xena knelt down then on the makeshift pallet, looking into Gabrielle's lovely green eyes. Slowly her hand reached out and caressed Gabrielle's soft cheek, brushing the long blond hair back from Gabrielle's face. "How old are you, little one?" Xena wanted to know. Gabrielle had lay back against the furs and then looked up at Xena was speaking to her. "18 Summers," was the answer that came from her mouth. "18 Summers," Xena repeated. Wow, so young. Hadn't that been how young Xena had been been when her mother had said Xena was dead to her and she never, ever wanted to see her again? Thinking of that, a scowl came to Xena's face. She was a woman not even a mother could love. "Hmmm... well, I guess you're old enough," Xena said softly, her fingers moving to the ties of Gabrielle's nightshift. Slowly she untied each one, slowly pulling the fabric apart. Slowly she sucked in her breath, as Gabby's beauty was even more glorious in the soft candlelight. "From now on Gabrielle, you will serve me whenever and however I please, is that understood? If I point to my tent, you will go there and prepare for me. You will lie on my robes and wait for me..." Xena spoke. "And no matter what I ask of you, you will do it without question..." Xena took Gabrielle's chin in her hand as she bent down, lightly brushing her lips against Gabby's. Gabrielle nodded her head to confirm that she understood as she didn't trust her voice considering her thoughts were so confusing right now. She didn't have time to think about any of it as Xena had taken her lips in a tender kiss. She had decided it would be safer just to obey and do what Xena wanted as she had no way of knowing what would happen if she did not do as she was commanded. Xena leaned forward even more, softly taking Gabrielle's lips in a slow, exploratory kiss. She pulled back, looking into beautiful green eyes. Her fingers began caressing the side of Gabrielle's face as she once again brushed her lips against Gabrielle's. She would take her time with this one. Something told her to go slow and careful. She wouldn't rush Gabrielle. There was something different about this girl, but she couldn't yet figure out yet what it was. She wanted Gabrielle very much, but deep inside, she wanted Gabrielle to want her, too. And that was very unlike Xena, who was used to taking whatever she wanted... no matter what. In Gabrielle's mind she imagined she was with Xena, the one she knew and loved. It was the only way she could keep from recoiling in fear, and slowly and softly she returned the kiss. It seemed as though the Xena she knew was trying to reach her through this one, and she had to find a way to get her back; she needed her. Xena could feel Gabrielle returning the kiss, so she deepened it. The kiss had become one of passion as Xena eased Gabrielle deeper into the robes and began lowering her long, lithe body onto hers. As their skin touched, fire ignited. Xena's tongue entered Gabrielle's sweet mouth, exploring and tasting. Slowly her knee came between Gabrielle's thighs, gently pressing them apart. Gabby opened her mouth some more as she felt Xena's tongue exploring. She felt the knee between her legs as they were soon separated. Her body seemed to respond at it's own accord to everything Xena was doing to her. Xena gently rubbed her knee against the apex of Gabrielle's thighs. She noticed the Gabrielle was hot and creamy there, an obvious sign of her desire. Xena's kisses trailed to Gabrielle's ear, then to her neck. She licked and gently nibbled the soft, sensitive skin, leaving no tiny inch of flesh untouched. She wanted all of Gabrielle. Most of all, she just wanted this young woman to be hers. In fact, she wanted Gabrielle more than she had ever wanted anyone or anything in her entire life. "Do you want me as I want you, Gabrielle?" Xena whispered in Gabrielle's ear, rubbing her breasts against Gabrielle's. Gabrielle's nipples were like hard little diamonds pressing insistently against Xena's feminine flesh. Xena then ceased all moment, waiting for Gabrielle's answer. Gabby wanted Xena, the Xena SHE knew, but it was so hard to say 'no' as she looked at the Xena before her. "I do," she found herself saying as she remembered what it was like to be with Xena. "I want you too." Last Chance Ch. 04 AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is extremely subtext-friendly. If two women showing their love for one another is not your cup of tea, please find another story you'd like to read. This story will be submitted in several parts and is based off the series, yet the "history" has been changed somewhat to suit the purposes of this story. Not all the parts of this story will contain erotic sex scenes as there is a plot. Also, I'd like to note that I do not own Xena: Warrior Princess, the series, or the characters and I will not be receiving any payment whatsoever for writing this story. It is intended for entertainment purposes only. ~X~X~ Xena was pleased with Gabrielle's reply. Her lips were soft and warm as they moved down to Gabrielle's full breasts. Gently she kissed them, avoiding the taut rosy peaks. Xena made a purring noises as she brushed her lips over each breast, then cupped them in large hands. Meanwhile, her lower body had settled itself against Gabrielle's center. She rubbed herself against Gabrielle erotically as she attempted to arouse her little slave even more. The more excited Gabrielle became, the less pain there would be in this first joining. A soft moan escaped Gabrielle's lips as she felt what Xena was doing to her, and it wasn't long before her body started to respond. She was getting wet and easily turned on. Xena was surprised at how turned on her little slave had become. She lay there passively, allowing Xena's touches, but not really participating. Although Xena could feel the wet heat between Gabrielle's open thighs and her hard nipples, her wild heartbeat and erratic breathing was the only other sign of her arousal. Xena slid down Gabby's curvaceous body, kissing and teasing all of the exposed skin with her soft lips. When she got to Gabrielle's tummy, she kissed around the sensitive flesh of her navel, then worked her mouth down, down, down to Gabrielle's moist center. "You taste so good," Xena moaned as she slid her tongue into Gabrielle's folds. She brushed the tip of her tongue along the tiny seam, then up to Gabrielle's clit, gently flicking it. Gabrielle let out a gasp and a moan as she arched her hips in response. It still felt so good to have Xena's mouth on her body like that. It was making her want more, so much more. Xena spread Gabrielle's legs wider with her hands, giving her great access to the young woman's feminine treasures. Licking the tender flesh, Xena heard Gabrielle's soft little moans and gasps of delight. With a single finger, Xena probed Gabrielle's tight slit. "So tight," she whispered, very slowly moving that finger in and out of Gabrielle's slick channel. Soon a second finger joined the first, widening the tiny opening. Gabrielle felt her body shiver in delight as she let out another moan feeling Xena's seeking fingers. The way they were probing was so teasing, yet so delicious at the same time. She pushed her hips towards the two fingers, wanting more. "Mmmmm... that feels very good, doesn't it, Little One?" Xena said knowingly. "I want to give you more... but I have to take your innocence first..." "Relax for me," Xena instructed, her head down between Gabrielle's legs as she spoke. "There will be a little bit of... discomfort," warned Xena. "After that, there will be intense pleasure... I promise." Gabrielle willed herself to trust and relax her body, trying to be prepared for the discomfort. "Okay," she responded when Xena warned her. "That's it," Xena purred, feeling Gabrielle relax under her passionate touch. She kissed Gabrielle's little clit, licking it softly, feeling the hard little nub pulsate beneath her skillful tongue. Then she worked three of her long fingers into a phallic shape, placing them at the opening of Gabrielle's innocence. The thought of taking her beautiful young slave's virginity excited Xena, as it meant Gabrielle would be truly hers, completely hers ... and hers alone. With a hard deep thrust, Xena drove her fingers through the thin barrier of Gabrielle's hymen. As the delicate skin split and gave way under Xena's thrust, Xena pushed forward completely, until her fingers could go no further. Gabrielle was incredibly tight, hot, and slick as Xena held her fingers deep inside, not moving them, allowing Gabrielle a moment to adjust to her invasion. After the forceful thrust, Xena gently kissed Gabrielle's inner thigh, whispering soft words of apology to her little slave. She knew from her own experience how much the first piercing could hurt. She wanted Gabrielle's first experience to be so much better than her own had been. Gabrielle had to bite back a cry of pain, but soon the discomfort had subsided. Her breathing had increased slightly, her heart hammering in her chest, as her body seemed to accept Xena's fingers with greater ease after a moment. Xena had taken in Gabrielle's soft cry of pain as well as felt her wince at the moment she had pierced Gabrielle's hymen. Xena didn't move her fingers inside the tight crevice, but allowed Gabrielle's body time to accept the invation. After a few minutes, Xena could feel the flesh easing around her fingers. "That's it, Little One," Xena whispered in a sexy voice. "Do you want more?" Her tongue snaked out, twirling around Gabrielle's clit. Meanwhile, Xena carefully flexed her fingers which were buried deep inside of Gabrielle. "Do you want me to fuck you with my fingers?" she asked her little slave. As soon as the pain had eased away the only thing Gabrielle could think about was more. "Yes please," she begged. "I do want that." Xena loved Gabrielle's soft pleading voice as she requested more. Very slowly, she began to withdraw her long fingers from Gabrielle's tight channel. Now only the very tips remained inside of Gabrielle. Sensuously she began easing her fingers back into Gabrielle's slit once again. "Feels good, doesn't it?" Xena said in a purr. "You're so wet, so tight, and so hot on my fingers. I want to fuck you faster and faster... and make you cum." Xena couldn't wait to bring her little slave to ecstasy. Gabrielle eagerly lifted her hips toward Xena's fingers. "Ooooo yes, make me cum please," she begged. Her walls were tightening around Xena's fingers as she tried to catch her breath. It felt so good. "Ohhhh I promise, Little One... I will make you cummm so very hard you will scream my name," Xena said as her fingers began to penetrate Gabrielle's body sensuously with all the passion she had been feeling from the moment she had seen Gabrielle. As Gabrielle inner muscles clenched up tightly on Xena's fingers, Xena's tongue began to swirl around her little slave's throbbing clit. She licked and sucked the pink nub, trying to give Gabrielle the most sweetest of pleasure. Gabrielle gasped, lifting her hips towards Xena's tongue as she began to moan and writhe in pleasure. Her whole body was starting to shake as she felt Xena's tongue upon her clit. "Mmmmm..." Xena purred, teasing the hard little diamond of Gabrielle's clit with her skillful tongue. As she used her lips and tongue on Gabrielle's clit, her fingers were busy probing Gabrielle's hot pussy. Faster and harder, she entered the tight pink slit. Gabrielle's walls tightened as her climax was building. She was so close as she felt Xena's continuous movements. She lifted her hips as a climax rocked through her body and she out in pleasure. Xena's mouth was there on Gabrielle's clit kissing and nibbling when she felt her little slave begin to cum. Gabrielle's cries of joy filled the tent as she came and came. A pleased look of triumph came to Xena's face as she very carefully removed her fingers. She reached for a soft piece of cloth, placing it between Gabrielle's legs. There were no soft words, no snuggles, nothing from The Conqueror of Nations. She just got up and left the tent without another word. Gabrielle lay there stunned and shocked from Xena's cruelty after she had finished climaxing. This was not the woman she knew as this was beyond cold. She got herself together, cleaning up and getting dressed, wishing she hadn't let herself get so caught up in Xena. Last Chance Ch. 05 AUTHOR'S NOTE: Again this story is extremely subtext-friendly. If two women showing their love for one another is not your cup of tea, please find another story you'd like to read. This story will be submitted in several parts and is based off the series, yet the "history" has been changed somewhat to suit the purposes of this story. Not all the parts of this story will contain erotic sex scenes as there is a plot. Also, I'd like to note that I do not own Xena: Warrior Princess, the series, or the characters and I will not be receiving any payment whatsoever for writing this story. It is intended for entertainment purposes only. ~X~X~ Xena walked out of the tent wearing nothing but her ankle-length fur robe. She didn't even look at Borias who sat there nearby beside the tent. "What's going on, Xena? I heard your slave girl's cries of pleasure ... surely nothing is wrong...." Borias began. Xena gave Borias a scowl. "No, nothing is wrong. I just needed some air. And you shouldn't have been listening so closely." "Xena, it was hard NOT to hear... your little slave, she's pretty loud, no?" chuckled Xena's companion. "Borias!" Xena said in a gasp. "Stop that smirking. Bring me some food..." Borias continued to grin as he stood to get Xena a wooden bowl of stew. A moment later he returned carrying the bowl of food. Although the scent of Satrina's cooking was delicious, Xena couldn't even take a single bite. "Take it inside ... to her...." Xena said softly. "There is something I must do ... alone......" Borias said nothing, but gave Xena a knowing look. He then ducked inside, approaching Gabrielle with the bowl of stew. "Hello, are you hungry?" he asked her, handing her the food. As Borias was offering Gabrielle the bowl of stew, Xena had disappeared into the forest alone to pleasure herself in privacy. Gabrielle was sitting there with her legs drawn up to her chest, hugging them. "No, thank you," she said quietly, not looking at him. She should have known better; she should have kept up her guard. It had been so stupid of her to get lost in the idea that her Xena was in there somewhere. "The food is here then, if you should be hungry," said Borias, setting the bowl of stew down close to the fire. He then just stood there, looking at the young woman and wondering what had possibly occurred in the tent here earlier between Xena and her little slave. Knowing Xena, it was probably something totally wild and kinky. "I'm just outside if you need anything. Good night, Gabrielle," Borias said before leaving the tent. There was no way he would go far. If he left Gabrielle unattended and she disappeared, Xena would have his head on a platter. "Gabrielle!" Xena cried out, touching herself and bringing herself to a soul-shattering orgasm. Thinking of Gabrielle cumming earlier had been all the fantasy she had needed to reach her peak. Xena washed herself in the nearby river, staring up at the stars in the night sky. She was angry at herself for the stirring feelings she was having for her little slave. And the feelings weren't just sexual ones. She hadn't cared for a single soul since years earlier in Anphipolis, when she had stood there that day and heard her mother say those fateful words. "You are not my daughter anymore. You are dead to me." Xena walked away, her head hung low, knowing her mother was right to cast her aside. Xena had killed him. Her own brother. Lyceus had died because of her. Since that day, Xena had never let herself feel anything for another ... well, until Gabrielle had came along. With her sweet voice, her beautiful emerald eyes.... "I won't let her get to me," Xena said to herself, as she walked back to the camp. "Borias, leave and go to bed," she commanded him before ducking back in the tent. She then saw Gabrielle sitting on the robes, dressed once again and unmoving. "Time for sleep," she ordered, casting her long robe aside and lying down on the pallet. "And if you try to escape me in the night, there will be a heavy price to pay, you can count on it." "Not going anywhere," Gabrielle said quietly, but she scooted as far to the edge of the robes as she could and laid down with her back to Xena. She didn't have anywhere to go anyway. She didn't have anything left anymore; no more Xena --- not the real Xena. There was just Lila whom she hoped was okay. She couldn't bare for anything to happen to Lila now. Xena raised an eyebrow as she lay down on her nice comfy robes. She noticed Gabrielle had lain down as well. With the fire nearby crackling and giving warmth to the tent, it was nice and cozy. Xena sprawled out and soon she had drifted off to sleep. When she woke up in the middle of the night, she was laying dangerously close to her slave and her hand was on Gabrielle's ass. Knowing that Gabrielle was hers to do with as she pleased, she experimentally gave the rounded flesh a possessive squeeze. "Awaken, slave... I want you to pleasure me..." she whispered into Gabrielle's ear, her tone leaving little room for protest. Gabrielle woke up, not liking this, but she knew if she fought it would only cause more problems. She turned to Xena and asked, "Where do you want me to start?" As Gabrielle turned over in Xena's embrace, Xena began to tug at the nightie Gabrielle was wearing. "Take that off," she said in a soft whisper. "I want you naked." Her breathing sped up, thinking about their naked bodies touching, their lips locked in a hot kiss. Gabrielle slipped out of the nightie, letting it fall off of her body at Xena's request. She was left completely naked to Xena's hot gaze. "Kiss me," Xena said to Gabrielle breathlessly. She wanted her little slave beyond words. She tangled her fingers into Gabrielle's long blond hair and urged Gabrielle closer. As if a magnet was pulling her towards the dark-haired beauty, she brushed her lips against Xena's. Kissing her softly and slowly, Gabrielle licked her bottom lip as the kiss seemed to go on and on. Xena shivered in reaction at the sensation of Gabrielle's little tongue tracing her lower lip. She gently massaged the back of Gabrielle's scalp as the hot kiss went on and on. She pressed her nakedness to Gabrielle's, wanting the sensation of their bodies touching and skin on skin. With a hungry purr, their breasts collided. Gabrielle continued to kiss Xena long and sweet, using her tongue as their bodies were pressed together. Her body still reacted to Xena's the way it did when she was with the Xena she knew, almost as if her body had no idea that this was a different time and place. Xena loved Gabrielle's sweet yet passionate kiss as their tongues danced together gracefully. Her nipples were hard as they grazed Gabrielle's. The sensations were almost too much. She wound one leg around Gabrielle's body, pulling her in closer. She rubbed herself against her little slave erotically, bringing them both all that much closer to feverish desire. She then rolled Gabrielle over atop her and slid her hands up and own the younger woman's back, caressing and fondling the silky flesh. Gabrielle lost herself in Xena, her hands exploring as she moaned in pleasure. She couldn't deny that it felt good as she pressed herself against Xena. Her mouth was exploring as she got carried away further and further. Gabrielle seemed to have gone wild as the kisses and caresses got hotter and hotter. Xena ran her fingernails lightly down the soft silky skin of Gabrielle's back, stopping just at the curve of her little slave's buttocks. She then grasped the warm, curvy flesh, molding Gabrielle's asscheeks in her hands. She was so incredibly wet as her body arched up to Gabrielle's. She broke the hot kiss, whispering to her young slave, "Make love to me .... now...." Gabrielle didn't hesitate in the least bit to allow herself to do just that. She worked her way down Xena's body leaving light kisses as she went to please her and make love to her. Her mouth, her hands, her lips, her tongue --- everything working to give Xena pleasure. Xena opened her legs wide for Gabrielle. She felt Gabrielle's hot breath on her flesh and her tiny kisses. "Gabrielle!" she cried out in a breathless gasp. She tangled her fingers in Gabrielle's long blond hair, holding her head there as though to keep Gabrielle from escaping. She was pushing her pussy up closer to her little slave's sweet mouth. Gabrielle began to lick her, using her tongue on the folds of Xena slowly at first. She tasted Xena leisurely as if she were tasting something incredible for the first time and wanted to savor each and every lick. "Mmmmm ... ohhhh YES," Xena exclaimed, feeling the tip of Gabrielle's sweet tongue exploring her folds. She was incredibly wet as Gabrielle's tongue was tasting and teasing. Her clit was throbbing and peaking out from it's little hood, yet Gabrielle hadn't even touched it yet. Taking a handful of her little slave's hair in her fist, Xena aimed Gabrielle's mouth exactly where she wanted it, on her aroused, throbbing clit. "Eat me!" she commanded. Gabrielle shoved her tongue inside of Xena as she began to lick and suck and eat her slowly and passionately, using her tongue to reach as far inside as itwould go. Xena made unintelligible moaning noises as Gabrielle was using her tongue on her pussy. It felt delightful. She pulled Gabrielle's hair as she couldn't get enough of her sensuous licking. "Ohhhh myyyy Godsssssssssssss... I am going to cummmm!" the sexy warlord cried out. With a shout, she began to spill her juices onto Gabrielle's waiting tongue. Gabrielle began to lick up the juices, every last drop as it was pouring from Xena. She licked faster and faster, loving the way that it felt upon her tongue. She lost herself in it. The aftershocks of Xena's orgasm left her trembling as Gabrielle lapped away the last of her cum. She pulled her little slave up, kissing her hard on the mouth. She then rolled over atop her, kissing her with growing hunger. She wasn't finished with Gabrielle. She wanted her again .... and she was determined to have her. Gabrielle was kissing her back, slightly started as Xena seemed to be on a mission of sorts. For what she wasn't sure, but it didn't seem like she'd be stopping any time soon. Xena worked her way down Gabrielle's sexy body to that hot little pussy of hers. She parted the silky flesh, exposing the clit and the tiny opening she had just recently breached. She used the tip of her tongue to tease along those folds just as the young woman had done to her. She avoided the clit, just to get Gabrielle's reaction. She could taste the younger woman's desire as she slowly began to push the muscle of her tongue into Gabrielle's small opening. Stretching the flesh, her tongue gradually began to disappear into Gabrielle. A moan escaped Gabrielle's lips as she felt Xena's tongue. She arched up slightly against the tongue she felt begin to disappear inside of her body. Xena's tongue had completely disappeared inside Gabrielle's humid crevice. She began to slowly ease her tongue in and out of Gabrielle, listening to the sweet sounds of desire the blond was making. Xena could feel the tight muscles of Gabrielle's pussy clutching at her tongue as she began to move her tongue faster and faster. Gabrielle's walls began to tighten around Xena's tongue faster and harder with each thrust of Xena tongue and it wasn't long until she was spilling her juices. Xena felt the distinct sensation of Gabrielle cumming upon her tongue. Slipping her tongue deeper, she was able to capture the droplets of juice on her tongue. Gabrielle tasted sweet and salty all at once. Xena drank every delicious drop. She then licked all over the outside of Gabrielle's moist pussy, getting every last droplet. "Mmmmm..." she said in a throaty murmur as she kissed her way back up her little slave's body. She pressed a very soft kiss to Gabrielle's lips, looking into her slave's emerald eyes. Gabrielle looked up at Xena, trying to catch her breath. She gazed into her captor's sapphire eyes. She seemed to be at a loss for words, because somehow that had been such an incredible experience. "You're the best I ever had," Xena said in all honesty. With a heavy sigh of exhaustion, she rolled over on the thick robes to lie beside Gabrielle. She was still struggling to regain her breath. She couldn't think of the future or what would happen when she awakened tomorrow, she just wanted to bask in this moment with Gabrielle after the sensuous and breathtaking experience they had just shared. She lay an arm possessively across Gabrielle's middle and eventually closed her sapphire eyes. She was exhausted. Gabrielle had been surprised by Xena's words, but didn't say anything. Soon she was drifting off to sleep as well, exhausted beyond belief now. She was so tired, she could sleep for days. Last Chance Ch. 06 AUTHOR'S NOTE: Again this story is extremely subtext-friendly. If two women showing their love for one another is not your cup of tea, please find another story you'd like to read. This story will be submitted in several parts and is based off the series, yet the "history" has been changed somewhat to suit the purposes of this story. Not all the parts of this story will contain erotic sex scenes as there is a plot. Also, I'd like to note that I do not own Xena: Warrior Princess, the series, or the characters and I will not be receiving any payment whatsoever for writing this story. It is intended for entertainment purposes only. I apologize for taking a long time to add this update, but I do hope it will be worth the wait :) ~X~X~ When Xena awakened the next morning, she got ready to go to the river to wash herself in the icy water. She tried not to think of the beautiful woman lying upon her robes. Gabrielle would only be a distraction and today Xena had lots to do. As she made her way to the river, she felt a wave of nausea hit her. "Damn Borias," she grumbled as she sat down a rock overlooking the half-frozen water. It was all his fault she had gotten into this condition. Back at camp, Gabrielle had a visitor. It was Satrina. "Excuse me," she said, blushing a little as she stood over the naked young woman. She wondered how things had gone with Xena the night before. She knew personally all about the Conqueror of Nations hungry appetites when it came to pleasure. How could she ever forget? Gabrielle sat up, startled, pulling the fabric of the nightie she had been wearing over her body in an attempt to cover herself as she looked at Satrina. "Uhhhh.." Gabrielle spoke while blushing. "Xena told me to bring you some clothing," Satrina said, handing Gabrielle a bundle of dresses and underclothing. "I also brought you some warm water to bathe and some corncakes for your breakfast. I hope you are hungry." "Just so you know, I am looking after your little sister for you. I won't let anything happen to her," Satrina promised. She was becoming quite fond of young Lila as she was such a sweet girl. "She's worried about you though. She fairly innocent and has no clue what Xena wanted with you..." explained Satrina. "I tried to explain...but she's confused right now." "Don't worry though. I'll look out for her," said Satrina. "I won't let anyone hurt her ... or defile her." "Xena has ordered she help me with cooking duty," explained Satrina. Gabrielle accepted the clothing gratefully. "Thank you," she said to Satrina. "Lila is much too young to understand, I suppose. It's okay though. I'm just glad she has you to look out for her and that she is helping you with the cooking. I have been so worried. Thank you," she said again. She'd bathe today and eat as well, so all of that was a relief. "You're welcome, Gabrielle. I want to be your friend and Lila's friend, too," replied Satrina as she showed Gabrielle the bathing water and corncakes she had prepared. "I'll go and give you some privacy," said Satrina before ducking out of the tent. Meanwhile, Xena had returned to camp. She went over to the cooking area, but the scent of breakfast made her feel ill. She turned up her nose at the food. She was about to turn and walk away when she felt a small hand on her arm. "Where is my sister?" asked a small voice. She looked down to see Gabrielle's little sister who gazed up at her with wide grey eyes. The little brunette looked worried, but also angry. She wanted to know where Xena had stashed Gabrielle and if Gabby was okay. "Don't worry about Gabrielle," Xena said to the small girl. "I'll take care of her now." "You're an awful woman. I know that you looked at Gabby naked!" Lila exclaimed. "I hope my sister escapes you!" Xena laughed loudly, throwing her head back at Lila's words. "Gabrielle is mine now... MINE..." Xena said coldly. "And she WILL not escape..." Satrina approached, overhearing the discussion between her mistress and young Lila. She placed an arm around Lila protectively. At any other time, Xena probably would have used force to make Lila be quiet, but considering that Lila was Gabby's little sister, Xena probably was showing a bit of favortism to the young woman. Xena most likely didn't want to piss off her new "play thing." "Lila, go stir the soup," instructed Satrina, trying to get the girl out of a line of fire. Reluctantly, Lila went to do as she was told. "Satrina, how is my little Gabrielle this morning?" Xena asked, smirking a little. "She's fine... just concerned for her sister," answered Satrina. "Please keep Lila in line... I don't like her attitude," Xena warned. Without another word, she went walking toward her tent. Gabrielle had used the water to bathe and had then gotten dressed. She was now eating the corncakes as Xena was returning. Her only solace was that Satrina wanted to be her friend; she knew that she could use one for sure. Xena entered the tent and walked over to the fire, seeing Gabrielle seated there nibbling on a corncake. Xena nodded at Gabrielle but did not speak. She still wasn't feeling the best, and seeing her little slave eating caused another annoying wave of nausea. She sat down next to the fire and began sharpening her sword. She was in the mood to kill something right now... and as angry as she felt at the moment, it might just be Borias. Damn that man and his insatiable passions! She didn't want to admit it to herself... not just yet... but the proof was there, and how she hated it! With a look on her face that spoke of her displeasure and sadness, she continued to sharpen the huge blade of her sword. Gabrielle ate quietly afraid to say anything as Xena had a look in her eyes like she was out for blood. Gabrielle kept silent, not wanting to stick her nose where it wasn't needed or wanted. Xena began grumbling to herself about men and their greedy sexual appetites. She then looked up, noticing Gabrielle was looking at her, not saying a word. "Gabrielle, come here," Xena spoke, beckoning the younger woman over to her. Xena put her sword aside, waiting for Gabrielle to approach. Gabrielle swallowed and did as she was told, walking over to Xena. She really didn't want to anger her as she had seen that ugly side and Gabrielle didn't much like it. Gabrielle had came to Xena's side. Xena wrapped her arm around Gabrielle's slender waist as the young woman sat down beside her. Xena then looked into Gabrielle's bright green eyes. "I have something to tell you," Xena said softly, a very serious expression on her face. "And you must promise you will tell NO ONE." "My men must not know..." Xena sighed heavily. Xena took Gabby's small hand into hers and lightly pressed it against the very slight swell at her tummy. "I'm pregnant," Xena whispered. "I won't tell," Gabrielle promised, yet she was stunned at Xena's confession. Xena was pregnant? "You're not going to tell anyone?" the younger woman asked in a whisper. "Won't someone need to help you with the birthing?" "My men can't find out about this. They'll think I am weak; powerless. I will hide this... until- until..." Xena couldn't even say the words. It was hard to think of the little being inside of her as an actual person. And even harder to think of the upcoming birth. She had never pictured herself as a mother. The Conqueror of Nations was definitely not the nurturing and motherly type. But she had to face this now... and discussing it with Gabrielle somehow made it easier and more of a reality. Xena didn't feel so alone anymore in this. "Will you help me with the birth?" Xena asked Gabrielle hopefully. "You and Satrina can be there when-." "I'm not going to tell Borias. It's his fault I am in this condition anyway..." Xena said with a heavy sigh. "But the hard thing will be keeping him away from me. He's insatiable when it comes to sex." Gabrille listened patiently. "Of course I'll help. Satrina and I will take care of it; we'll be the only ones who know," she promised. "Don't worry... just tell Borias that you and I are busy," she said simply, not believing the words coming out of her mouth, but truly this side of Xena was sad. She was actually afraid of something in a way, and the anguish in Xena's blue eyes tugged at Gabrielle's heart. Xena looked at Gabrielle, listening as the younger woman calmly spoke. Xena began to feel calmer, too. "Okay, hopefully that will work..." Xena said, beginning to feel a bit of relief. She had no idea what she would do with the baby, once it was finally born. She knew nothing about babies, except that they cried a lot and needed a great deal of motherly attention. Xena wasn't ready to be a mother. Right now, she was busy trying to conquer the world. "Gabrielle, hold me," Xena said in a soft whisper, knowing somehow that Gabrielle's touch could make all her troubles fade away. That's exactly why she had shared this secret with Gabrielle... because for some reason, she felt a strong connnection to this beautiful young woman. Gabrielle was glad that Xena had opened up to her about this. She simply wrapped her arms around the other woman, hugging her. No words were needed right now. Xena held Gabrielle close, sharing the moment with her. "Thank you for keeping my secret," she whispered as she caressed Gabrielle's back while holding her. She didn't know what else to say about the matter. Afterall, it made her feel great sadness that she could not keep the baby. What kind of life would a baby have in her world? But it was HER BABY, a part of her. A tear rolled down Xena's cheek quietly as she did everything in her power not to cry. Crying wouldn't make it better. "I don't want this..." Xena said softly, and she really wasn't talking about the baby, but rather the fact that she HAD to give the baby up. Part of her wanted her baby. Part of her really DID want to be a mother. "No, it'll be okay," Gabrielle whispered. "No one will find out, and Satrina and I will take good care of you." "Don't worry. I won't let anything happen, I promise," said Gabrielle. "Gabrielle, I'm not ready for this..." Xena tried explaining. "My own mother didn't want me. She has disowned me. It's because of the life I have chosen to lead. She accused me of killing my own brother..." Talking of Lyceus's death was difficult. Xena hadn't spoken of it to anyone. She was sharing with Gabrielle another of her secrets. "My brother was killed in battle, trying to protect Anphipolis. He faught at my side. And he died in my arms," Xena spoke. "My mother never forgave me for his death. She said I am to blame. She said she never wanted to see me again... that I am dead to her." "How can I have a child... when my own mother didn't want me?" It honestly broke Gabrielle's heart to hear the way Xena's mother had treated her child and had blamed her like that. "You need to be better than your mother," she said gently. "You need to show this little one that despite the fact you weren't expecting them, that he or she is worth the love and care they truly deserve. Don't be like your mother; don't abandon this baby. I'll help you... You'll see that having him or her around will be wonderful. You wouldn't want to disown your own child," Gabrielle said softly. "I have to do what is best for this baby..." Xena responded as she took in all of Gabrielle's words. Could she really do this? Keep this baby and give it the love and care it truly needed and deserved? "If I do this, it will be your baby... not mine..." "I can't take a baby with me out to battle," Xena explained. "Are you sure you want a baby to care for?" asked Xena. "I hear they cry a lot... and demand lots and lots of attention." Xena wondered if Gabrielle was ready for surrogate motherhood. "That's fine by me," Gabrielle said. "This child deserves a life. I'll do it." "I can handle it," she promised. She couldn't bear to see this baby just given away or abandoned as that wouldn't be fair to anyone. Xena was pleased when Gabrielle promised she would take care of the baby. She knew she would have to birth it... and feed it, but otherwise, Gabrielle would be this baby's mother. "It will be OUR baby," Xena told Gabrielle as she looked into Gabrielle's beautiful green eyes. "I don't want to think of the part Borias had in this." She then laughed softly, thinking of his reaction when he finally found out she was having his child. He had left his wife and his first child to run off with Xena and conquer the world, and now he was about to have another. How ironic. "Xena!" a voice called out from outside the tent. It was the dinstinct voice of Borias. "Speak of the devil," said Xena as she tensed. She wasn't ready for Borias to know she was pregnant yet or how close she had gotten to her slave. She didn't want Borias to think she had become weak and "womanly." Suddenly, Xena grabbed Gabrielle in her arms, kissing her hard. She tangled her fingers into Gabrielle's long blond hair, holding it tightly so Gabrielle couldn't move if she wanted to. When Borias entered the tent, he found the two women kissing hot and heavy. Gabrielle had to give in; she kissed Xena back. She hadn't the chance to do anything else, but it didnt much matter really. She had heard Borias and knew that he had to think that she and Xena were always busy, he wouldn't find out about Xena's pregnancy. Xena got lost in the kiss as her tongue was caressing Gabrielle's. Borias stood there watching them, not moving a muscle. "Xena?" he finally spoke, clearing his throat. Xena came up for air, looking at Borias. "What is it, Borias? Gabrielle and I were... ummmmm... busy," spoke Xena. Xena reached over and fondled Gabrielle's breast, tweaking the nipple. "Yes, I can see that. But I wanted to talk to you. Alone," Borias insisted, his eyes glued to Gabrielle's chest as Xena hands were roaming Gabrielle's curves. "Can't it wait?" Xena said with a heavy sigh. "Now Xena..." Borias said in a commanding voice. "Be right back, little one..." Xena said, giving Gabrielle one last lingering kiss. She then ducked out of the tent, following Borias. Once outside, Borias said to Xena, "You've had your fun with your little slave. When can we make it a threesome?" A sexy smile came to Xena's face. "How about tonight? I had my fun last night breaking her in... but tonight I'd like to see you fucking her..." She spoke those words loudly, so Gabrielle could hear every word through the thin wall of the tent.