Warlord Daze

The following is a bit of alternative fiction based on certain characters from the Xenaverse. It is not meant to infringe on anyone else's rights. If you don't agree or disapprove, please go read something else.

Xex Alert: Oh Boy Is There. .This is a Prurient Piece with a Bit of Kink (If you hear the crack of the whip then you'll be in the neighborhood) Proceed at your own risk. :)

Well it's not so much sex, although things do get a little steamy.

Xena's fingernails trailed very very lightly along the edge of the welt, causing Gabrielle's sweet round bottom to raise. "Like that do you?" The warlord purred as she let her hand drift lower. She gently cupped the curved flesh and squeeze, grinning in appreciation as the bard moaned.

"Gods Xena, Please! Let me. . ." Gabrielle twisted her body around and dipped her face so she could lean forward past the sharp woman's thigh. Xena was sitting, one foot curled under her thigh, the other dangling off the bed. The strawberry blonde gasped as she was dragged by the hair on the nape of her neck back to her original starting place.

"No No! I told you. I told you I have to be somewhere." Gabrielle groaned and reveled in the feel of her mistress' fingers curled tightly in her hair. She felt the next whispered breath all the way through to her groin, "You are just going to have to wait."

"Xena I. . .Please." Two warm fleshy points brushed against Gabrielle's back.

"I promise we'll do it in the morning." Xena nipped her neck and felt the responding arch and murmur. Then the warrior settled the woman's head back on the bed.

"Do you want me to tie you down?" The words were spoken lovingly. There was an inhalation and then a slow exhale from the bard. Long dark hair caressed her tingly shoulder. Gabrielle resisted the urge to pout.

The bard spoke resignedly and got comfortable, wrapping her arms around the pillow, "Not without you here." The weight of the cuffs felt comfortable against her arms and she sighed. She crossed one of her legs over the other, so she could feel the leather on her legs too.

Xena's lips quirked up. She resisted the urge to chuckle and kissed the woman's cheek. Then she sat up. She passed one more caress over that lovely pinked and tan backside and whispered a naughty promise that brought an actual smile to Gabrielle's lips. "I'll be back before you know it." The bard nodded into the pillow. She didn't trust her voice at the moment.

The taller woman stood up from the bed and picked up a soft folded blanket. This should do. She snapped it open, then settled it gently on her lover. Long fingers lifted Gabrielle's head and the warlord planted a hard kiss on soft lips. She stared into hazel eyes intensely. "I love you. Remember that."

Gabrielle whispered in return, "I love you too." She memorized Xena's face again, "Be safe."

One more kiss.

"I will be." Xena smiled softly and , "Now go to sleep." Gabrielle nodded and sighed. She closed her eyes once her head touched the pillow. The warlord left more reluctantly than the bard ever knew.

Xena passed the stockades on the way to get Argo. It was still an odd sensation to look and see the various "punishments" being meted. It reminded her of past times, but the flavor was totally different. She couldn't believe she'd taken Gabrielle's advice on this, and yet. . it had been so effective. "Hail Lord Xena," said one man in chains. He shrugged crisscrossed shoulders and smiled at the leader of the camp. His voice started a chorus from the various individuals who were being similarly "punished." Another individual was suspended upon an Xframe. For someone who had welts upon her thighs, she looked very comfortable. Xena shook her head in wonder. How Gabrielle found them, (and their partners) she never knew. Yet here they were, providing "examples" to the camp. Not that this camp needed it. Camp discipline was high, due to the success rate of their battles lately. No, this was strictly for the spies benefit, to make them think that things were "difficult." It certainly appeared that way. There were only a few real prisoners in the lot and she made sure to put the fear of the Gods into them. There was one of the leftovers from that weeks ago battle, one who hadn't managed to escape. Xena growled at him as she passed and then laughed as he tried to crawl away from her. Gods, sometimes it was good to be a warlord.

He just could not Get what these people were doing. The only conclusion he could reach was that they'd been ordered to say, "Hail Lord Xena," in as perky a tone as possible. Gods the fear of her made his belly ache. He still remembered what she said she would do to him if. . .gods. .he wouldn't even think about it. It only started the nausea. He stared at the other prisoners. You'd think they actually liked the scourge. He sighed and rested against the post. At least he'd gotten out of taste testing. All he had to do was endure. In two weeks he'd be a free man and ride north to his family, just like that slave suggested. Gods, now she was beautiful, sympathetic. He grimaced in memory of the sound coming from the warlord's tent. Gods, that had to be painful and what could such a sweet thing have done to deserve it? Oh well, it was none of his business. He couldn't do anything about it anyway. He only hoped to see her in the morning when she visited. Someday he would pay his debt back to her. Someday.

Moments later a butter colored mare galloped past the prisoners, past the warlord's tent and out of camp.