Conqueror my heart

Gabrielle slowly opened her eyes. Looking around the tent she was now being held in, panic struck. Her hands were tied to the arms of a chair, she couldn't move from the spot. The constant throbbing in her head told her she wasn't dead, but she wasn't sure whether that was a good thing or not. Her mouth was so dry she could hardly speak, which Gabrielle decided, was a good thing. Not wanting to alert whomever might be out there.

Somehow, Gabrielle managed to free one hand, sliding it from it's binding. Once freeing her other, she rubbed them gently. The ropes had made large red marks that itched. Standing, she stretched to get the feeling back in her legs and slowly walked over to the mirror to check the bump on her head. Nothing serious by the looks of it, so she felt better knowing she wasn't going to die… at least of a head wound.

Peering out of the tent, she nearly gasped at the sight before her. "By the gods;" Gabrielle was in the middle of a war camp. She knew just by the way the men were dressed, dark armor of black and red. They looked dangerous too. Gabrielle knew she wouldn't be able to take them on. She couldn't fight, a simple farm girl who had plans to one day be a playwright. Gabrielle counted the men and realized that she was really out numbered, they were preparing for something.

Looking around at her surroundings, she began to pace, keeping an eye out for something that she might be able to use.

Come on Gabby, think!

Her lips curved into a smile when she finally spotted a knife on a nearby table. She would just have to make her own exit. Picking up the knife she cut a slit in the back of the tent.

Okay, which way back home?

Gabrielle kept a good pace, not wanting to make too much noise with the running. She didn't want attract the warriors attention; they would probably tie her up again and take her back to whatever warlord wanted her. Then just when she thought she was in the clear, she heard footsteps quickly catching up from behind. Panicking, she tripped on a tree root, stumbling forward.

"Now, where do you think your going?" Picking Gabrielle up roughly she pulled the young girl close and smiled.

"Let me go!" Gabrielle used her right elbow to swing at her captor, but the warrior woman caught it with ease.

"No," the woman laughed and yanked the blonde's hair roughly, causing Gabrielle to whimper in pain. "Such a smart little farm girl to be so stupid to try and escape."

Smiling, she wrapped a piece of rope tightly around Gabrielle's sore wrists. "Let's take a walk," When Garbrielle didn't start to walk with her, she pulled on the rope, nearly making her captive tumble over, "I said, let's take a walk!" As they headed back to the camp, Gabrielle tried to untie the knots only this time she didn't have any luck.

Out of the corner of the warrior's eyes she saw Gabrielle try to escape, it was becoming frustrating. "The only reason why you escaped my tent is because I personally didn't tie you up. You're not going to be escaping from that knot, unless you are a brilliant thief." She pushed Gabrielle into her tent roughly, "Sit," She demanded, pointing to chair. At first Gabrielle contemplated disobeying, but thought it'd be wise not to make the woman annoyed and did as she was told.

"What's your name?"

"Gabrielle, What's yours?" She had no fear in her voice when she asked, much to woman's dislike.

"Xena."

Gabrielle's eyes widened, "The Xena? As in the destroyer of nations'?"

Xena nodded, "So, you've heard of me?"

"Only stories from travelers." Gabrielle was becoming more nervous by the second, now that she knew exactly who the other woman was. But despite her nerves, she told the warrior woman what she knew. How Xena was the defender of her hometown and how she swore to protect the small village from anyone who dare attack it. "Are they true, the stories?"

"Most of them are true, some are probably exaggerated a bit. What else have you heard, little one?"

"The rest are just tales of survivors, that nearly escaped with there lives. Or warlords who swore they ran you through." Gabrielle watched as Xena headed for a small table with a bottles and goblet's sitting atop of it. She picked one up and poured some liquid into it. Without so much as a smile, she handed the cup to Gabrielle.

"Thank you." Gabrielle took a sniff. She didn't like the taste of wine all that much, but she didn't want to anger Xena so she drank it.

"You amuse me little one," Gabrielle looked up from her goblet, wondering how she could amuse a warrior like Xena. "First you were unafraid, then afraid. And now I'm sensing a calmness from you."

Gabrielle was calm and at first she wasn't sure why herself, but she knew that Xena wouldn't hurt her. Because, here she was offering Gabrielle wine and talking with her.

"Why?"

"I believe that as long as I do what you tell me, I'll be safe."

"I'm highly impressed that a girl like you, could be so forthright. And you're right. As long as you do what I ask, you'll be safe." This girl really amused Xena, in fact she couldn't wait to revel her plan. "So here's the deal, I--"

"Deal, we never discussed a deal." Xena slammed her goblet down on the table next to her, making Gabrelle jump.

"Oh really, we didn't?" Xena's voice wasn't angry but, however,full of sarcasam. "Maybe because I haven't said it yet?" Xena smiled and moved over to where Gabrielle sat, running a hand along her cheek. "Now, here is the deal my new friend. I'll spare your village on one condition." Gabrielle didn't like where this was going, not in the least. "You'll be my personal slave, travel with me and my army."

She wasn't sure why this destroyer of nations would want her along for the journey. The truth was Gabrielle didn't want to leave her family. But if she was to save them, what choice did she have? Gabrielle always wanted to see the world, but not like this.

"What's it going to be, you or your village?"

"If I go with you, then you'll spare my village?"

"You have my word."

Gabrielle placed her empty cup down, "Then I will go with you." Her heart was already breaking, knowing she'd never see her family again. "Can I say goodbye to my family, please? To explain…" She watched as Xena thought about it, wondering if she should actually allow this last request. "Please."

"You can write them a letter," Xena grabbed a blank scroll and placed it down in front of the girl. "I don't trust you enough to--"

Gabrielle got to her feet and walked closer to Xena. "Please let me," her words caught in her throat, she felt the tears run down her cheek. "I need to see them, I'll never see them again if I--" Xena's hand was hard against her already wet cheek, and Gabrielle went down hard, sinking to the floor.

"You need nothing! You will do as your told. It's the letter or nothing," Xena picked her up roughly and tossed Gabrielle into a chair, as Gabrielle wept. "Make your choice now!" Gabrielle nodded and picked the scroll, beginning to write.


Dear mother, father, and sister…

I am writing to you because its all I'm allowed. I don't want you to feel sorry for me. I made this choice to save you all. To save you and the village from an army, lead by Xena. The deal was I go with her and she leaves Potidaea in peace, and I accepted that. It's time I did something useful for once in my life. And if one day, I am set free… I will come home.

I will always love you, goodbye.

Gabrielle.

Gabrielle handed Xena the letter and with a smile the warrior handed it to one of her men, "Take this to Potidaea, tell them its for--" she looked over at Gabrielle, expectantly.

"Herodotus and Hecuba."

"For Herodotus and Hecuba from their daughter Gabrielle, Then come back as quickly as you can. We have a village to pillage."

Gabrielle looked up in shock. Could Xena still be going through with it?

"Not Potidaea," Xena saw the look on Gabrielle's face and sighed, "not to worry, I'll keep my word." she smiled and crossed to where Gabrielle sat, "As long as you keep yours." Kneeling down she untied Gabrielle's hands, and rubbed the red marks. Surprisingly, they felt better and Gabrielle forced a smile in thanks.

"Xena…"

"You're to address me as conqueror now. You're mine." Xena slid her hand up Gabrielle's arm, with a predatory grin. With one quick wrench of Gabrielle's arm, Xena held the young girl close. "Do you know why I want you to call me conqueror?"

Gabrielle shook her head. She had a feeling that Xena was about to show her. Gabrielle had never felt more nervous in her life, this morning she was a farmer's daughter and now she was a slave to a warlord named Xena.

"Well, allow me to show you."

~~ ~~ ~~ ~~

A year's worth of sailing and it was kind of growing on her, the overwhelming sensation of seasickness dwindled down to a small sensation. The sea had been her enemy since day one, and though the ocean was beautiful to look at, she wanted off the boat already.

They would be reaching land soon and Gabrielle couldn't be happier.

A small smile graced her features as a pair of soft lips kissed up and down her neck. She remained perfectly still, keeping her eyes forward and stared out at the deep blue sea. She let the sensation of her mistress's lips excite her. Her eyes fluttered shut and a small moan escaped as she felt blunt teeth biting down on her neck.

A year's worth of games with the warrior woman made her senses sharp and wise. She knew what Xena wanted nothing and no one else mattered. No one else was allowed to touch her. They'd lose a limb or another vital body part if they tried.

"We'll be reaching land soon,"

"Thank the gods," Gabrielle leaned back into her touch, savoring the way she felt in her arms.

"Don't thank them. Remember, Elle, we make our own fate." Gabrielle hated nicknames, however, Xena insisted on it. "They'll do nothing for us that we can't do ourselves."

Slowly, Xena turned Gabrielle around in her arms, running her thumb over the young girls lips. Gabrielle's tongue darted out, causing the warrior to give Gabrielle a treat. Leaning in she placed a kiss on the girl's lips, teasing the insides of her mouth with her tongue. Pulling away, she looked into the dazed eyes of her slave and leaned into whisper; "I have something to distract you from your seasickness, follow me." Without argument or glance at the other crew she followed her conqueror below deck, knowing exactly what she had in mind.

~~ ~~ ~~ ~~

When Xena tied Gabrielle up, she could tell from the start that she hated it. Always complaining that it was too tight, or it scratched her. Yet in a way her body responded to it, and this confused Xena.

Secretly, Gabrielle liked it, but she would never tell Xena that. The feel of the rope as it wrapped around her body, crisscrossed pattern and double knots. Each perfectly wound to perfection around her creamy skin.

At first Gabrielle used to struggle against her bindings, but soon Xena broke her out of that little habit, after a few lashings.


As Xena's hand roamed her body, Gabrielle remembered the first game they had ever played. Xena wasn't gentle and there was no kindness in her touch then. It was back in Xena's tent one year ago.

""Do you know why I want you to call me conqueror?" "Well, allow me to show you.""


At first Gabrielle hadn't been too keen on the idea, but the price would have been too great if she didn't behave.

"Get on your knees, slave." Gabrielle remembered in detail, how she shook when kneeling down on command. It excited her in all the right places, it turned her on.

Gabrielle knew if she had failed her first test, her town of Potidaea would be no more. Xena would have killed them all.

"Here are the Rules: you are not to speak unless spoken to first. You are not to disobey me in anyway. The first hesitation will be your downfall. Do you understand, girl?"

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, my conquere."

"

Gabrielle remembered the smile that crossed Xena's face. It had been one of power; it was exotic and full of delight all at the same time. As if having power over someone was one of the finest joys of her life, maybe it was. Gabrielle was beginning to understand her. And now after a year, Xena was beginning to trust her.

"Good, I'm so very glad."

Gabrielle suppressed the urge to smile, remembering the smell of her conqueror's hair the first time. Vanilla and berries.

"Because if you don't, I'll have to change my mind. We wouldn't want that, now would we?"

"Elle," Gabrielle blinked coming back to reality and looked up at her with a smile. Xena reached over and grabbed the slave's left breast, playing with her nipple roughly between her thumb and pointer finger. "What were you thinking about?"

Gabrielle arched her back, letting out a small moan and then a whimper when Xena squeezed harder. "Answer."

"One year ago, when you took me in your tent. I'm not in trouble am I, my conqueror?" Xena crawled up her slave's body, hovering over her.

"Your in trouble alright," Gabrielle looked into her conqueror's eyes, a pout replaced that smile that Xena loved. "Not in the way you're thinking, so give me a smile." Gabrielle's breath hitched as Xena's hand slowly made its way up her thigh. Gabrielle Squeezed her eyes shut, as Xena's hand began its soft feather touches. As Xena kissed along Gabrielle's collarbone, Gabrielle nuzzled her mistress's neck. Keeping her distracted from whatever was coming next, hoping that her mistress would take care of her needs.

Gabrielle moaned as Xena's hands teased over her breasts, continuing their assault over each nipple. Soon her hands found there way down the taunt stomach and over soft blonde curls. Then just before they touched she moved her hand back up and to start all over again.

"Are we docked, Mistress?"

"It doesn't matter. Because I'm not even half way done with you."

She hoped to the gods not. Xena was teasing her like crazy. If she had to go half of the day feeling frustrated with no release, she might be forced to take matters into her own hands and receive the punishment for it.

Gabrielle could smell the arousal of her conqueror and she was sure Xena could smell hers. The scent filled the room and it made both of them wanting more.

"I have plans for you, my Elle." Xena's hands re-conquered ground, running each digit over Gabrielle's exposed flesh, sending flames to sweep over her aching body.

Even the smallest touch from her mistress sent Gabrielle's body into a humming frenzy of need.

"Such a naughty slave, aren't you?" Gabrielle knew that was more of a statement than a question, so she remained quiet. She felt as Xena's hands slipped into her slick wetness, dipping in and out coating her finger with Gabrielle's juices. Gabrielle Squeezed her eyes shut bucking, hoping to get more friction. Coating her finger, Xena brought it up to her lips slowly and tasted, "So wet and tasty too."

Gabrielle slipped her lips over Xena's finger and tasted also, she had never tasted herself before. In all the times she had been with Xena, the warrior never allowed it. Why Gabrielle wasn't sure, but all that was forgotten as the very same finger slipped back in deep.

"By the gods!"

Xena gave Gabrielle a slap on her inner thigh, letting a small tsk sound escape her lips. Gabrielle had spoken out of turn and that didn't make Xena feel very generous anymore.

"Did I give you permission to speak?"

"No, my conqueror, please forgive me."

"What normally happens when you do, slave?"

"A punishment."

Xena nodded and ran her hand up and down the girl's inner thigh once again. Gabrielle took a deep breath and waited for the pain to begin.

"What kind?" Xena's hand continued to stroke the soft flesh between her thighs, waiting for her slave's answer.

"Any punishment that you see fit."

"Good girl, now turn." Gabrielle turned without hesitation as Xena fastened one end of the rope to a hook in the wall and the other tightly around her wrists.

Gabrielle could withstand mostly everything that Xena handed out to her, but Xena knew what bothered her the most. She knew what punishment turned Gabrielle from forgetful slave to obedient slave in an instant. There was something about spanking that Gabrielle found dirty, so Xena loved to use it.

"Fifty. And you're not to make a sound. Understood?" Xena pulled the rope once, lifting Gabrielle's hands above her head.

"Yes, my conqueror."

"On your knees." Gabrielle struggled to a kneeling position, using the rope as leverage to get herself up. "Ass in the air." She did the best she could. Lowering her head onto the bed, her arms remained in an uncomfortable position above her.

~~ ~~ ~~ ~~

Each hit became harder and harder as time went on, alternating cheek to cheek as she went. as each blow got harder and harder. Not only did the heat rise over her body but also the silk wetness flowed down her thighs.

Gabrielle was completely turned on, her body betraying her. She felt naughty and bad even if her body felt loved and cherished. She wasn't sure why she was feeling this way.

The smell that came from her mistress was intoxicating.

It was a punishment and Gabrielle understood that, knowing that there was no release for her. With no kindness on Xena's part, there would be no touch that would sooth the burn. She also knew they would be heading into town for supplies. She would be forced to give Xena release and then walk into town frustrated and flushed with need and desire.

By the fiftieth blow on her raw ass, tears streaked her face.

"Good girl." Gabrielle didn't budge and she wouldn't without permission. After what seemed like a lifetime she felt her hands being released. Slowly, Xena straightened out her arms and legs, running her hand soothingly over each sore muscle, all except her ass, of course.