The Trials of Fairchild, Part 2
By Janissa, Sharon Best, Tex Beethoven and David
(Latest Revision: 9-Oct-96)
Diana’s second contest with Sh’Lyra
Beside the Arena, The Arion R&R Mothership
Rexis had never felt this wild before, nor had he ever known Aral to behave this forcefully. Her vagina had always been so very tight to begin with, and the way her unique femme muscles were now gripping his cock, it was very difficult for him to thrust inside of her. With a low, almost animal-like noise, Aral added the strength of her strong legs to his body, thrusting her hips suddenly down as she took the full length of him deep inside of her. The sweet smell of honey and flowers was making him dizzy and extremely excited. He groaned as Aral came again and again as she watched Sh’Lyra dominate the raven-haired woman.
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Diana’s Story
I tensed as Sh’Lyra’s lips touched mine. As her tongue teased my lips and front teeth, sensations of pleasure tickled me. Even when she drew back for an instant the tickling sensation remained with me. Fighting an urge to open my mouth to her invading tongue, I closed my eyes and found myself praying that she was not aware of all of my people’s customs. Centuries ago a woman had visited my people and had written down our ways, but thankfully her writings had not become general knowledge. An Amazonian duel was always a fight with two stages: first the physical, and then the sexual. The physical portion was decided when one participant was either rendered unconscious, or surrendered. Similarly, the sexual: a woman lost the round either when she passed out from sensory overload or she begged her opponent for the mercy of sexual release. If one was to win both contests, then the loser had serve the winner faithfully for a period dictated by the winner, although not to exceed a season. If no time was specified, it was understood that the service lasted for only a week.
I tried to toss my head from side to side as she kissed me again, but she easily captured my head with her free hand. She kissed me again, lightly and tenderly, until I no longer tried to move my head. I wiggled and groaned as I felt her fingers lightly trace their way down from my throat, down the center of my chest, towards my stomach. She lightly tickled my breasts and flicked my nipples as she moved her hands slowly down. As her hand approached my lower groin I could not stop a gasp from escaping my mouth, and with her knowing touch, in truth I am not sure I ever could have. Her tongue darted into my mouth as my tongue raised to do battle with hers. As we jousted with our tongues, her hand continued its way down my body, stopping briefly to tangle and play with my black silky bush.
I gasped again as her fingers traced my labial lips and I quivered again, preparing for her finger to enter me. Once again she proved to be unpredictable, as her hand left my lower lips and began teasing my inner thighs.
As our tongues fought, I felt my will to resist becoming weaker against the onslaught of this woman. I groaned again as her hand returned to my labial lips with slow caresses. I could not stop myself from responding to her touch, and when she gently parted my folds and found my bud of pleasure, I bucked and moaned. The fiery explosion of pleasure raced along my limbs as she gently, lightly, traced around my clit. With fingernails strong enough to score the hardest metal she lightly scratched and rubbed my clit until my tongue lost the strength to fight hers. As her tongue conquered my mouth, her hand conquered my loins.
She seemed to sense that I now knew I had lost to her, for she released her hold on my wrists and dropped her tongue and hand to my nipples. By Amazon rules I could have continued the fight, but strangely I found that I had no will or strength left with which to fight. Pleasure was ruling my body as she played me like a fine instrument. Higher and higher she fanned the flames of passion, but never allowing me to come. Moaning now almost continuously, I grabbed the top of her head in a vain attempt to force her to make me come. So intense was the pleasure, it was almost like pain. For the first time in my life I felt that I understood the attraction of sexual slavehood.
Sh’Lyra ignored my hands, my frantic sounds, and the motions my hips were making. Nothing I did could make her hurry. I lost complete track of time, and I could not help think that twice before in my life, when I was young, I had lost the physical combat portion of a duel, but never had I failed to win the sensual battle. Her mouth left my hard nipples, leaving their care in her more than capable hand, and softly kissed her way up to the hollow of my throat. Barely able to breathe, I tried to prevent her from moving her head higher, as her hand on my nipples began to create a fire within me. My arms began to tremble like a leaf in a storm. I moaned and bucked when she gently licked my earlobes and plunged one long finger within me.
She kept me on the edge of an orgasm for so long that I thought the Gods were going to die of old age before I could climax. Gasping for breath, tears rolling from my eyes, so consumed with need that most of my body felt like one raw nerve, I surrendered and whispered “Please, I beg you.”
Instead of allowing me to come, which she could have done with but a single finger, she just let me go and stood over me. “You are now mine, by your own laws. Now you must please your new Mistress.”
I writhed on the floor at her feet unable to sit up, my hands going to my poor sex to finish the torture she had built in me for so long. Smiling, she grabbed my hair and hauled me to my knees. “You are mine now, and I do not give you permission to pleasure yourself.” Spreading her lovely legs, she pressed my mouth forcefully against her sex as I wept tears of frustration. I could see that she also was very close to an orgasm. Summoning all my remaining will power, I clasped my hands to her ass and like a good slave, licked my tongue along the length of her lower lips. She pressed me harder, forcing my teeth to rub against her clit. I took her clit between my teeth and bit as hard as I could. Her body arched back and she growled like a lioness as an orgasm shook her from head to foot.
I was appalled! She had been so close to a mighty climax herself, that if I had held on just moments longer, I might have turned the tables and won this second contest myself! I could only admire her acting ability - she had given me no indication of her own growing excitement! And now that she had no need of hiding her arousal from me, her orgasmic tremors were so violent that all of my strength was barely enough to enable me to hold onto her. Obediently I continued to bite and lick, but with more passion and skill than I thought necessary for a slave, determined to get some of my own back, and also hoping she might relent and allow me the release I now desired so desperately. I found myself becoming even more excited at the realization that I could affect such a strong woman. I moaned softly into her sex as she came again. After she came the third time, she lifted me up from the floor by my arms and kissed me so soundly, her tongue conquering me again, that I shuddered deeply, and finally reached an orgasm from just the overpowering strength and enthusiasm of her embrace.
She then stripped the remaining tatters of my clothes from my body, and holding her face very close to my own, whispered forcefully, “Say the words,” as she held me helpless in her arms.
“I am yours,” I whispered back. I prayed that she didn’t know the rest of the ritual.
“Come,” she ordered, and set me on my feet to follow her. Like a good sex slave I followed her. I was not even sure that I now had the power to do otherwise. This woman was just too overwhelming to my senses. I found myself hoping she would take me again, as I was still very much in need.
As I followed her out of the arena I noticed that another door was open, and lying on the floor were two unconscious naked forms, a male and a female. The woman, I was pleased to see, was on top. Sh’Lyra followed my eyes and I was surprised when she chuckled and informed me, “those two were watching us almost the entire time. Do you like the idea of performing for an audience?”
I blushed and found myself unable to look in her eyes. Yet at the same time I could not hide my reaction from her. “Yes, I can see that you are excited by it. Come, stay within one pace of me.” On Paradise Island it was the norm rather than the exception to be paraded around so everyone could see the victor and the loser. Sh’Lyra had apparently read enough about my ways, or simply had similar inclinations, as she led me on an inspection tour of the ship. At each stop before another woman, regardless of where we were, she ordered her to kiss me and kiss me hard. If her intent was to prevent me from being completely aware of my surroundings, it worked! My body never had a chance to settle down. I lost count of the times my blood boiled at the touch of another. Several times my nipples were rolled between steel hard fingers as I was kissed soundly by an Arion Prime Woman. Many times their other hand would cup or probe my sex until I moaned in frustrated pleasure.
After what felt like several miles, and many stops, she began to talk to me in the long empty stretches of the ship’s corridors. By this point, simply walking, my silky thighs brushing each other, my breasts swaying slightly, and my hair caressing my naked bottom, was distracting me. I was so consumed with need and lust that at first I missed what she had said. I realized with a start that Sh’Lyra was explaining to me how she knew of my people’s duels.
“The manuscript was old, almost falling apart. I was surprised that it was as well preserved as it was. Still I lost a section of it, but from what I could decipher I did not think it was anything terribly important. Yet I wasn’t sure until I had my chance to duel with you. Once you submitted to me I was sure it was nothing important. But maybe in a year or two I will have you read it and tell me what is missing.”
I was in daze, I was so in need, it was very difficult to concentrate on anything but the sensations of my own body. I was so aware of my every movement, that I knew that Sh’Lyra could have had me orgasmic in a moment with but a single finger. So it was hours later that the full importance of her words struck me. Finally after what seemed like hours, and I don’t know how many times I had been brought right to the edge and never allowed to come, after my body had been trembling with its need endlessly, she brought me to this incredibly plush room.
I could see several women, all naked like I was, and all kneeling. There, with the door open, she pulled me to her and kissed me so hard that I felt my lips would be bruised for a week. I shuddered in pleasure as my hands wandered over her strong arms and shoulders. Still kissing me, she cupped my breast and lifted me up by one hand. Spreading my legs with her other hand, she plunged three fingers deep inside of me. I cried into her mouth as my orgasm crashed over me.
After what seemed like an eternity of intense, almost painful pleasure, my orgasm peaked and I started to relax. She dropped me, and I felt as weak as a kitten as I knelt on the floor by her feet.
“Get her cleaned up.”
“Yes Mistress.”
A woman came up to me wearing nothing but a collar. She was beautiful, she had long brown hair and beautiful green eyes. She was a normal human, I thought. As I looked at her with a friendly smile on my face, she reached down and grabbed me by my hair. With surprising strength, she twisted my head down, turned, and started to pull me after her. Anger burned within me and without thinking, I swept her legs out from under her. As she crashed to the floor with a surprised grunt, I heard Sh’Lyra say, “Good move.” I realized this was a test. The woman scrabbled to her feet and leaped at me, her hands reaching for my throat. I grabbed her wrists, intending simply to hold her still.
To my surprise, she forced my arms out to my side before I realized just how strong she really was. “By the Gods, she is almost as strong as me, how is that possible?” I thought. We ended up standing almost face to face, our arms spread out, our nipples rubbing against each other. She grinned in my face and said, “You will submit to me.”
“Like Hades!” I replied, and grinned back. As she was nearly as strong as me, I had no reason to be gentle. I fell backwards, pulling her with me. As I fell, I hooked one foot against her ankle, brought my other foot up and pushed hard against her groin. She shot over my head, pivoting around by my grip on her wrists. She slammed onto her back on the floor with a cry and a loud thump. I heard the wind leave her as I continued my roll and came to a halt straddling her body.
Releasing her hands, I lightly gripped her throat. “Submit!” I growled. Gasping for breath, she tried to grab my wrists and break my hold. I pressed my thumbs against her arteries, just enough to put her out. Within seconds she was out cold.
Sh’Lyra, the bitch, was clapping, she had sat down on the only chair in the room and was drinking a dark red drink from a crystal glass. One long leg sprawled over one arm of the chair, exposing her red bush. Casually she sipped her drink and smiled at me. I licked my lips, suddenly thirsty. From the corner of my left eye I saw a tall woman come up to me. Like the first one she was very human, not an Arion or a Velorian. She was a beautiful black haired woman with dark olive skin, and I learned later that her name was Evelyn.
As I turned towards her she suddenly swung her fist and hit me hard in my stomach. I was half expecting it, and I rolled with the punch. I suddenly realized that Sh’Lyra was not having her slaves test me, I was testing them! Still tired from my combat with Sh’Lyra, I knew that nevertheless I had to put this new one down as well. I spun into a back flip with the blow, and completed a uppercut kick that laid the other woman out.
Again Sh’Lyra clapped and repeated her instructions. As another woman came up, I tensed for battle. She was a beautiful Asian-looking woman. This woman surprised me by sticking out her hand in a friendly fashion and smiling at me. “Hi, I’m Minko.” I smiled back and relaxed my stance. I sort of expected what happened, but I decided I wasn’t going play Sh’Lyra’s game any more. Minko gripped my hand, then shot both of her legs out and knocked me to the floor with a scissors kick. As quick as a cat, she struck with her free hand and hit my solar plexus with rigid fingers. I expelled my breath and pretended that the wind had been knocked out of me. I did not have to pretend too hard, as her blow had actually hurt.
She stood up, grabbed my hair and dragged me up to Sh’Lyra’s feet. Kneeling down gracefully she kissed the top of Sh’Lyra’s foot and waited. Sh’Lyra was not long in responding.
“Well done Minko, bathe her and then use her if you wish. I want her perfumed, combed, and in my bed within three hours. Pam-et, wake up Janee and Evelyn.” She waved her hands in dismissal of us, and I was dragged away by my hair. Minko did not allow me to get up until we had entered the bathing room. I noticed several slave girls in here as well. At Minko’s signal, several of them rose and came over to us. What followed reminded me very much of the hot baths at home.
Gentle yet strong hands washed and caressed me until I was very aroused. At the same time I was fed by a very sweet young looking red-haired slave with DDD cup breasts. On her small frame they looked to be a lot larger than they were. Her nipples were huge, easily twice as thick as my friend Laura’s, and I had thought Laura had large nipples. I knew just by looking at her that she was aroused as well. She made sure I ate until I was full, and that I drank several cups of a sweet wine. Her eyes were a bright green and showed a bright intelligence and playfulness.
I noticed that Minko remained aside and just watched me. Just as it always did back home on Colchica, the bath time play began. As I took one small woman with rings in her large nipples with my fingers, I licked and kissed the sex of another and played with the breasts of yet another. At the same time both of my breasts were being sucked and kissed expertly. Between my legs was the short red haired vixen who had fed me. I discovered that while her breasts might have been impressively large on her slender frame, and beautifully topped with large red nipples, her real talent was her tongue. As she licked me, she rubbed her breasts and nipples against my inner thighs. I shuddered as I was brought to orgasm. Then Minko ordered them to tease me further, but this time not to allow me an orgasm. I gasped and moaned as they followed their orders all too literally to suit my tastes. The only one I noticed offering me even a hint of compassion was the red headed one with the large breasts.
What seemed like hours later, Minko suddenly clapped her hands and told the others to leave. She then ordered me to lay face down on a table so she could oil and massage me. As her hands slid so sinuously over my wet and naked skin, shivers of delight traveled all over my body. My nipples grew very hard and I felt myself getting wet again.
After a time I began to feel a warmth seep into me and I began to feel weak and limp as her hands did wonderful things to my body. “Its the drug. Don’t worry, you’ll sleep just a little, but you’ll wake up soon, refreshed and horny as hell. Then you must please the Mistress for as long as she desires. If you fail you will be punished, perhaps even killed. Why did you let me win?”
“What?” I murmured as I fell asleep.
After what felt like several more hours I woke in someone’s arms, feeling very refreshed and very aroused. The person was shorter than me, and definitely a woman. Her nipples were pressed against my back. Turning my head, I saw Minko. She was asleep, her mouth slightly open, her face looking even more beautiful than before. I laid there against her enjoying the feel of her body against mine. On an impulse I kissed her. Her eyes shot open as shyly, she kissed me back. When I broke off the kiss she reached up and touched her lips with her fingertips. “Wow, kissed by Wonder Woman.”
“Call me Diana,” I murmured. I suddenly remembered the question she had asked before I had fallen asleep. Slightly uneasy, I turned within her arms and held her as well. With her nipples rubbing mine, and her smooth shaven groin pressed up again my lower belly I had a hard time concentrating. “I’ve been drugged!” I thought as I strove to keep myself from grinding my hips against her. Biting my lip to create pain and thus gain some measure of self-control, I asked, “what did you mean?”
“You have been my idol and my hero for a long time. When I was kidnapped on earth and brought here I used to pray that you would show up and rescue me. But after a while I realized that it wasn’t possible. Then boom!” she exclaimed dramatically, “you showed up and fought a fight with me.” Then in a sad tone she added, “But as I laid here with you sleeping in my arms, I realized that you are as much a slave of the Mistress as am I myself.”
Before I could ask another question, a woman ran into our small room and blurted frantically, “Minko, the Mistress is on her way to bed.”
Minko jumped up, hauled me to my feet, and urgently rushed me to a huge bed room. Once there, she combed my hair quickly and kissed my lips soundly before saying, “Remember this above all else. Sh’Lyra likes her sex as rough as possible. So don’t hold anything back and whatever you do, always use your tongue and lips. “
Then she had me stand spread-eagled at the foot of the bed. I was surprised and confused as she then placed gold chains around my wrists and ankles. “Does she honestly think that simple gold is going to hold me?” I thought, puzzled. It took me a moment to realize that they thought I could be controlled by gold. I decided to play along. That decision proved to be the wisest one I made all week. I started acting like I remembered Kara doing when she had been intoxicated by gold.
The main door opened with a faint hiss and in walked Sh’Lyra, looking like a queen entering her bedroom. “Very good Minko, you may leave us. Oh, Evelyn and Janee deserve a little more punishment, so I am placing you over them for the night. See to it that they suffer appropriately.”
As she was speaking, I realized that Sh’Lyra was perhaps the most dangerous person I had ever seen. Not only was she unbelievably strong, she was charismatic, ambitious, and smart. I had been very lucky so far to maintain at least some semblance of my wits, but I still had the remainder of a week to serve. What Sh’Lyra did next surprised even me. She came up behind me and inserted a finger deeply inside of me. I gasped and moaned out loud for her. As I wiggled my hips she spanked me hard on my bottom. Pleasure competed with pain as she withdrew her finger.
She got something from a chest behind me. I jumped within my bonds as she wrapped something around my neck, ankles and wrists. Gold bracelets, I noticed, and then groaned and wiggled my hips as if very aroused. Which was not that hard: I was very aroused.
She then walked around and climbed into the bed. She was now naked and even though I was her enemy she looked very desirable. She laid down on the bed and stretched from head to toe. Relaxed, she reminded me of the statues of Athena the Goddess of Wisdom and War. As she flexed her muscles, she then reminded me of Nike the Goddess of Victory. I suddenly felt very small, and a bit intimidated. Laughing, she relaxed and spun around on her back until her head was under my spread legs. She reached up with one of her long arms and stroked my inner thighs. I groaned as her exploration of my body continued.
“You know, you’re almost as beautiful as my Fairchild. But I can’t have her just yet.”
“Who’s Fairchild?” I wondered as I deliberately wiggled my hips back and forth, responding to her touch with a bit of exaggeration.
“You know Diana, for some reason I feel I can talk with you. I don’t know why, but I feel so much more satisfied with your capture than I do with my Velorian’s. I beat you in fair battle fought as per your own customs, and she was simply given to me by two idiots who had found her unconscious body. Now I am programming her to accept me as her natural mistress. It wasn’t even hard to find out about her secret identity. The silly slut actually, secretly, likes being dominated. Oh well, I’ll think about it just a little longer, but first things first, I have to get this ship down to earth and hidden before the Arion fleet can wise up to my actions and find me.” As she spoke, her hand never ceased its stroking my inner thighs and black bush. She teased my lower lips with her fingernails and once gently parted my labia and teased my clit as I bucked uncontrollably.
I gasped when she forcefully entered me with two of her fingers, spreading me open for her inspection. I groaned again, louder, remembering my role, and moved my hips. She chuckled and thrust four fingers deep inside of me. As I moaned, no longer acting, she rubbed my pearl of pleasure with her thumb. I pretended to struggle against my chains, but in reality I struggled not to break them as she drove me mad with lust.
When I was gasping and almost out of control, my orgasm hit me like a runaway train. She laughed, rose to her feet and removed my chains. Weak-kneed, I knelt like I had seen the others do and bent my head to her feet. As I kissed her bare foot, she picked me up and threw me onto the bed. She leaped after me and straddled my face. “Pleasure me slave!” she cried gleefully.
Remembering Minko’s orders, I attacked her sex as hard as I could. Within a few minutes I was rewarded with her moans as she ground her hips almost painfully against my mouth. Deciding I could not hurt her, I bit her clit as hard as I could. Her entire body shook as she came. She continued to have me use her for several hours. She rewarded me, but only if I was very skillful and imaginative, by easily bringing on my own orgasms. She continued to use me until I simply passed out.
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I woke up in Minko’s arms. “You did very well, Diana.”
“How do you know, did she tell you that?” I asked.
“You survived, and I received orders to train you, but not to mark you. She also told me to have you prepared for her again. If you had survived but she was not pleased, you would have been trained nonstop for weeks before she saw you again. Now come. It’s time to get you cleaned up.”
I was led into a different bath which was empty except for Vixen. “Slut, clean this slave up and tease her, but do not allow her to cum, until I return.” Minko then turned and left.
Vixen walked up to me, looking very sexy. She stopped when her nipples were barely touching my lower ribcage. She boldly looked me in the eyes. Smiling, she slid down my body and knelt down before I could stop her and kissed my ankles. I had thought myself too tired to respond, but she proved me wrong. My nipples hardened instantly. I had not thought it possible to receive pleasure from a kiss on the ankles, but this vixen was proving me wrong again. I bent down, grasped her shoulders and stood her up.
Vixen said, “Mistress, may a pleasure slave speak?”
Frowning, I said, “Don’t call me Mistress, my name is Diana, and of course you may speak freely in front of me.”
She looked at me with a funny expression on her face, nodded, and lightly held my wrist and lead me to the bath. I sighed as I slide into the hot tub. Vixen slid in with me and started to massage my sore muscles and various bruises. I relaxed and leaned back against the padded sides of the huge bath. I sighed again and closed my eyes, enjoying the sheer pleasure her fingers were creating within me. “Now how shall I escape from this ship?” I thought. I felt her move to straddle my thighs while her clever and surprisingly strong hands began to massage my calves and feet.
“Mistress, I mean Diana, when you escape will you please take me with you?” she whispered.
“What?!” as I opened my eyes with a start. Automatically all my senses were on alert. I had a good view of Vixen’s lovely backside.
“Easy Mistress, I mean you no harm. In fact I mean you just the opposite, and I beg of you not to speak out loud.”
Startled again, I blurted, “You… ” then stopped and thought, “… you can read my mind.”
“Yes Mistress, but only when I touch you or you touch me. And no, I am the only one Mistress, and no one else knows about my abilities. Now Mistress, please lean back and relax.”
I am not easily confused and seldom find myself at a loss for words, but this was one of those times. I heard Vixen’s gentle laughter in my mind as her hands continued to find all my sore muscles with unerring accuracy. “Ok,” I thought, “who are you? I can’t continue calling you Vixen.”
“Why not Mistress? I love the name you gave me, and I loved you the minute I touched you the first time yesterday. As to who I am, well I am 19 years old, and unlike the others, I was a slave by my own choice before Sh’Lyra’s agents captured me. I very much enjoy spankings, but I can take or leave the whippings. I am afraid of Sh’Lyra and most of the Doms. I can’t read Sh’Lyra’s mind at all because she simply scares me too much. I speak Arion, Greek, Nipponese, and six other languages. I do not like Spumoni ice cream, I love chocolate, generally love to eat and dance, but unless commanded I don’t drink anything but fruit punches. I cannot read minds unless I am touching bare skin, and I cannot send my thoughts to another person while I am speaking talking to that person. I am a lot stronger than I was before, I have always been able to read minds and always wanted to be a slave of a beautiful warrioress, and I heal very rapidly now. Ever since I touched you Mistress, I have desperately wanted to be your slave. I love femmes and men both, but I like femmes most of all. And I…”
After trying unsuccessfully for some time to get her attention, I lightly smacked her rear end. She stopped immediately, and I felt a wave of pleasure radiating from her. I realized with a start that I was feeling her pleasure, and it was turning me on. “Ok, Ok, I get the picture, we’ll have lots of time to talk once we get out of here, so now tell me what you know about this ship. And don’t call me Mistress.”
“Oh yes Mistress, thank you. I know a little about the ship, but not very much. Mostly just about the …” As she prattled on, I relaxed my body and tried to listen to what she had to say. While she seemed very intelligent, she was what the Americans call an air head.
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