Friends Like These

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Adventures of Aurora Chapter 29-06

With Friends Like These…

By Janissa and Mike, Imurill, and Tex Beethoven

Inspired by Sharon Best

(Last Revision: 5-Apr-97)

Laura swept up into the skies, racing to overtake Diana as they quickly left the Hawaiian Islands far behind, soaring over the bright blue Pacific at several times the speed of sound. Draped over one of Laura’s shapely shoulders was The Protector of Earth, Aurora, known to her close friends (and her well-worshipped Arion Mistress Sh’Lyra) as Fairchild. Laura was protected from the evil green Orgone energy still zapping its way through Fairchild’s body by a formfitting silvery suit made from the melted remains of an earthbound POD. [It’s a long story. If you don’t know what we’re talking about, better go back to Chapter 29-01 and read from there. -Ed]

As Laura swooshed up next to her, Diana welcomed her with a big smile, but said nothing, continuing a silent discussion with her own passenger, Vixen.

After a while, Diana broke the silence. "You are impossible!" she exclaimed, causing Laura to stare at her in surprise.

"What? What have I done, Diana?"

"Sorry Laura, I didn’t mean you, I was talking with Miss Ox here," she gestured at Vixen. "She insists on behaving like my slave girl." Vixen, happy to be securely held in her Mistress’ arms above the blue seas more than a mile below, ignored the conversation, and simply gazed at the beautiful horizon so far away.

Suddenly Laura had a thought, and flying very close to Diana, whispered into her ear.

Diana brightened suddenly. "It’s worth a try, Laura!"

Addressing her ‘slave girl’, she asked, "Vixen, as my slave, you’ll do anything I tell you, is this true?"

Meekly, but with a mischievous flash in her eyes which belied this, Vixen replied, "Yes, Mistress."

"Anything at all, even if it should cost you your life?"

"Yes, Mistress. Always."

Suddenly bearing the demeanor of a military Drill Instructor, the Crown Princess of Colchica bellowed, "THEN STOP BEING MY SLAVE!! NOW!!"

After a long, thoughtful pause, Vixen replied seriously, "I’ll do anything but that, Mistress, anything at all. No, Mistress, I do not have the power to free myself nor do I want to be free, from you, sweet Mistress."

Temporarily defeated, Diana fondly repeated her own ‘slave litany’ once again, "And stop calling me Mistress."

Grinning impudently Vixen responded for the thousandth time with, "Yes, Mistress."

Laura grinned as well, appreciating the obvious love shared between these two sparring partners, and then asked, "So where are we going? Surely the legendary and hidden Colchica is not located in the Pacific where any old spy satellite could find it." Laura shifted Fairchild to her other shoulder so she could watch Diana’s face as she responded to her question.

"No Laura, we go to a friend’s house on a remote Island. Less than two hundred years ago we could have launched our journey from Honolulu. But western man showed up and built a resort hotel on the Sacred Nexus."

"Sacred Nexus? Sounds like you travel by magic and virgin sacrifices."

Winking at Laura, Diana replied, "We used to, but not any more; now we just demand a quart of fresh blood and an index finger from a stubborn redhead."

At Vixen’s startled look, Laura and Diana laughed, "Relax Vixen, I was just joking." Vixen made a face at her Mistress and looked back down at the blue ocean.

Turning her attention back to Laura, Diana continued, "Centuries ago, my people the Amazons believed the Gods gifted us with magic rituals that allowed us to travel through the dimensions. We had to enact sacred rituals at certain sacred spots, or nexuses if you will, that were scattered around the various worlds we visited. Stonehenge in England was one such spot. My people love rituals and traditions, and for the longest time we firmly believed we were working magic. Then less than 150 years ago Penelope the scribe began to question our beliefs. She had spent some time on this earth and had encountered the ‘scientific method’ of looking at things. Through a lot of research in our great library and several trips to earth just forty years ago, she discovered the truth: that many of our rituals were in fact just techniques that had been passed on by rote for centuries on how to activate a highly advanced device that was incredibly old. We still don’t understand how to build or repair any of the machines that have served us faithfully for thousands of years, but machines they are. Indeed it was not until you Americans developed the computer that we were even able to separate meaningless ritual from the practical requirements of operating them."

"Still, as I said, we are a race that loves ritual, and so we continue to call a dimensional gateway a Sacred Nexus. The Sacred Nexuses were located in remote locations around the world that your people generally left alone. But as time passed we lost many sites to overpopulation, or to ‘progress’ as you call it. So now we have safeguarded the few Sacred Nexus sites still accessible to us for our own use." Pointing downwards, Diana continued, "Look Laura, in the garden below us, just behind that mansion, is such a sacred spot. It’s owned by a sister Amazon."

As she and Diana landed in a flowery glen, Laura couldn’t help but admire the lush beauty of the place, richly colored gardens surrounded by tall thick trees shielding the site from prying eyes.

"Please stay here in the garden; I need to go and pay my respects to the Guardian of the Site," Diana requested of them as soon as they landed.

A tall strong-looking woman stepped smoothly out from the trees, appearing from cover as if by magic. "No need Princess, I spotted your approach as I worked in the garden."

"Anisa, how are you, my sister?" Smiling, Diana strode up to the woman and hugged her affectionately.

Returning the hug with feeling, Anisa responded, "I’m well, but I do miss home."

"Anisa, please, I need a favor. Whatever you do, please don’t send any messages home that I was here. I shall explain my actions to my mother the Queen later, but for now she must not learn that I am on Colchica. Not until I have achieved certain goals."

Anisa, shaking her head slightly, said, "As you wish Princess, but the guardians at the other end of the Nexus will see you."

"I’ll order their silence. They I can command, but you, my lovely sister, I must request with smiles and kisses." Diana suited her actions to her words with sincere affection before she released Anisa from her embrace and gestured towards Fairchild. "My time is short, my well-loved sister, and I must go. When I return I promise I shall spend some time with you. Where is Certia?"

Anisa replied with a sinister smile, "she is currently ‘all tied up’, Diana, she lost her formal challenge against me and I have chosen her for a year."

Laughing, Diana said, "You two have been lovers ever since I can remember, and finally you have her subdued? I wish you great enjoyment of her, for I know you have waited to succeed in this conquest for a long time! Best that you beware when the year is up, however, for she is a formidable woman and she may turn the tables on you!" Anisa simply grinned a wolfish smile in reply. "I see," Diana continued, "well then, for my part, when I return to you, perhaps I shall introduce Vixen to you two."

Diana turned, leading Laura and Vixen towards the center of the glen. Set around the center of the glen in a perfect circle, were huge head-high, moss-covered stones, very like the ones found on Easter Island. In the center of the circle, surrounded by these stones, was an undistinguished patch of bare earth.

Diana led Laura past the stones, and onto the beaten earth. Diana began intoning in rather portentous tones, "Laura, Vixen, what you are about to experience is a ritual thousands of years old. Laura, please place Fairchild in the center of the circle and stand next to her. Vixen, hold the left hand of Laura and stand here quietly. Whatever you do, don’t let go of each other’s hands. I shall complete the circle as soon as I have completed the opening part of the ritual. When I tell you to, you must close your eyes, and after that moment, no matter what you may experience, no matter what you may even think you experience, do NOT open them again until I say. Even with your eyes tightly shut this will be a very disturbing experience for you. So hold onto your neighbor and whatever you may sense, if it’s not your neighbor’s hand or my voice, it's not real! And be sure and listen very carefully to be sure that it is actually MY voice."

Vixen and Laura appeared a little disturbed by Diana's strong warnings. But trusting her to see them through anything, they grabbed each other’s hand, each holding a spare hand out for Diana to join them, while Fairchild lay unconscious and unmoving at their feet.

"Luckily Fairchild is again comatose. Were she not, I would not dare to expose her fragile mind to the experience of interdimensional travel. So just concentrate on yourself and your neighbor and tell yourself that what you are experiencing is not harmful to your mind! I now need to activate this process before I can join you."

As she finished speaking, Diana began to click her bracelets together, each click separated by irregular patterns of longer and shorter pauses. It seemed to be a sort of code, like the Morse code which Laura had needed to learn for her time as a flight assistant. As she clicked her bracelets together, Diana began to sway in time with her clicking. Laura thought of a pagan dance as she watched Diana.

"These bracelets are good for more than just stopping bullets," Diana grinned at the two bemused women. "They also contain very primitive, yet reliably effective inter-dimensional transmitters. I’ve just logged on, so to speak, with my password, and now I need to indicate a physical cylinder."

In a graceful motion she swept her hair in a circle as she bent down until her wrists reached the ground, making several more clicks. Then, she moved around behind Vixen and Laura, stretched her arms up into the air over their heads and clicked her bracelets again several times against each other.

Laura thought, "Whatever else this may be, it is a beautiful dance."

Finally, Diana came to take her place between Vixen and Laura. Just before taking the hand of an intimate companion in each of her own, she made just a few more clicks, before giving the others a reassuring smile and closing her eyes.

"And that last little series was ‘Ready, Steady, Go.’ Any moment now, ladies."

Laura and Vixen, bemused by the unexpected little show, suddenly remembered her prior warning and snapped their eyes shut quickly. They did not see that the ancient runes carved into the stones were now glowing with a violet, unearthly glow.

Anisa, the Amazon Guardian of this location, watching the departure from a safe distance, suddenly saw the normal irritation in the air around the women, the ‘scientifically disproven’ ether starting to radiate slightly with a faint red light. But with time, it got more and more intense, changing from its initial red to yellow, then to green and finally blue. Now it was intense enough that she could see that the whole spot was surrounded by some sort of force field. Suddenly the entire area went completely black and an instant later emitted a mighty thunderclap, caused by the surrounding air filling a sudden vacuum that moments before had contained four beautiful, strong women. The Princess that Anisa loved most in several worlds, her beloved sister Diana, had just departed this realm in a direction that any earthly mathematician would have great difficulty in describing even with a chalkboard, seven computers and innumerable sophisticated equations!

Laura

Laura closed her eyes and clung strongly to the safety of the other two familiar hands in her own. The sounds of the garden had suddenly disappeared, and she instantly felt like she was tumbling wildly through space. But instead of her being subject to gravity or inertia, unimaginable forces now seemed to tear at her from every side in totally unpredictable patterns and with constantly changing strengths! And then, although she was certain she hadn't opened her eyes, she could see! But not that she wanted to! Strange flowing forms filled her vision, melting together at one point that seemed to be everywhere at once, and separating again at another that was one and the same as the other point, and yet completely different. It made no sense whatsoever even though she could see it, or rather she kind of saw it, but only in some incomprehensible fashion as her very limited three-dimensional eyes attempted to see in four or five dimensions at once, or rather the eyes attempted to see, but Laura herself was desperately attempting NOT to see anything at all, but could not help but seeing right around her own tightly-closed eyelids!

It was terribly confusing being able to see in directions that even while her eyes saw, her mind still couldn’t even imagine, while at the same time she could still see in these unimaginable directions that she couldn’t… !!!

All that she could describe afterwards was that she had gotten a splitting headache and had felt very nauseous.

She lost every sense of direction as simultaneously she began to lose all sense of herself in this unbelievable experience, barely holding on to the feel of her friends’ hands in her own desperate grip, clinging to them for reality as Diana had ordered her. Against her will, she felt her mind slowly melting into the forms she could sense, all her problems and goals suddenly feeling totally unimportant. Very frightened now and trembling in terror, even while another part of her seemed about to waft off gently and endlessly into an indescribable cosmos, she reflexively gripped Diana’s and Vixen’s hands with all her might and was so relieved to feel Diana responding in kind.

"Mistress please, you are almost breaking my hand!" burst into her thoughts. Laura was suddenly aware of the pain she was causing Vixen. "Sorry," she thought to Vixen as she relaxed her grip.

Being in mental contact with Vixen seemed to help, she couldn’t distinguish the physical shapes of her friends in this chaos, but she could feel their presence, and somehow she knew that focusing on them was her only hope of retaining her sanity. But it was a losing battle!

And then, just as she felt her mind beginning to slip completely away, as she fought tooth and nail against this invisible foe, wielding a weapon of cotton wool against the forces of insanity, she felt the welcome grip of steady gravitation returning all around her, finally stabilizing into the normal feel of weight, giving her a new sense of direction. And she could hear the reflected sound of a sonic boom, mingled with the voices of several women.

"Ok, we're through. Are you both all right? You can open your eyes again!"

Following Diana's advice, Laura opened her eyes and told herself to stop trembling. The three women, Fairchild still lying at their feet, were now standing on a stone platform traced with complex metallic patterns, which was in the center of a huge open-air coliseum which looked like an old Greek temple. Just below them sat five nude women, operating the controls of a console that looked to be a bewildering blend of ancient Greek implements and up-to-the-minute space-age electronics.

One of the women spoke. "Princess, thank Hera you’re here! You won’t believe what…"

Diana, Crown Princess of Colchica, interrupted her with a quick, urgent whisper.

"I am not here at all! And if you love me, none of you will breathe a word otherwise to anyone until I appear openly! Not even to my mother the Queen. Especially not to her Majesty!"

All five instantly responded, "Yes, Princess!"

At Diana’s gesture, Laura took Fairchild’s unconscious form in her arms and Diana took Vixen in a quick embrace and all four women shot at barely subsonic speeds straight up into the air and out of sight! Diana hoped against hope that no wandering eye would spy them from the ground. This was NOT a Royal return!

A few minutes later, the quartet having traveled far beyond the horizon and circled around, they descended again towards the island, but this time arriving far from any populated centers. Laura carried the still bound and almost completely encapsulated Fairchild. Laura was glad that Diana had thought to use that strange rubbery material that had almost completely covered Laura earlier, since it seemed to help stop the Orgone radiation from spreading from Fairchild to herself. It even seemed to relax Fairchild. At Diana’s insistence, Fairchild’s wrists were still bound in the golden shackles. To Laura the intoxicating effects of gold seemed such a cruel imposition, even though Fairchild was still so deeply affected by Orgone. And even though she was so deeply asleep she was barely breathing, and probably totally unaware of its effects.

Only Laura’s profound respect for the Princess’ deep wisdom and compassion, and her recurring shock at having seen Fairchild worship Sh’Lyra as she had brought herself to a submission-enhanced orgasm, kept her from objecting vigorously.

Laura was also sorry that Diana had forbidden Chris to accompany them, but Diana had remained adamant on this point as well. Not only was she concerned for his welfare and health, but as Diana had whispered to her privately, "He is only a man, after all. If what I fear is true, we two must subject his lover to much more than he would ever be able to endure the sight of."

Laura reminded Diana that she had been unable to hear through the suit when she had worn it, and that perhaps they might speak freely. The Princess nodded her thanks and said, "Laura, as you have seen, Fairchild is in deep psychological trouble, and I suspect we shall need to use very extreme measures indeed to bring her out of this state. I have serious doubts whether I will find the courage to go through with what is ahead myself, and I’m extremely concerned about your own ability to endure this, Laura. I know you are Fair’s lover, and care for her very deeply. But we shall, because we must!"

Taking a deep breath, Diana continued grimly, as much a warning to Laura as a dire prediction. "I hope I am wrong Laura, and in case I am, I won’t say at this time precisely what my plans are. I truly hope so! The easiest problem that we face is the requirement to intimidate and control an invulnerable women who is far stronger than either of us. Perhaps the most severe measures I am visualizing won’t be necessary. So I’m not going to say what they are; I don’t wish to frighten you needlessly. But in case I am right, you had better prepare to hide your true feelings and become the most convincing actress you have ever dreamed of. We shall have an audience of one, and her belief in our performance must be total! Whatever I do, no matter how unusually I behave, if you care for our mighty sister, you must follow my lead absolutely! For in order for this to work she must be convinced that you do not care for her at all. That she must earn, and earn extremely well, even the tiniest smile from you. Fortunately for us, Vixen has agreed to help and she will be the true key to dominating Fairchild."

Laura felt a chill creep through her body even through the intense heat and arousal she always generated while flying. What did Diana have in mind? Fair was her closest friend! Protect us all from what?! For Laura, this careful worded reply by Diana only worried her more, and after all they had been through, the exhaustion and the constant worry about Fair, after that horrendous journey through the dimensions, she was finally coming to the end of a very long rope, and she began to feel herself losing it.

Then she had another thought that sent her right over the edge. "Wait a minute Diana, how in seven HELLS can Vixen help where I can’t?! She hardly even KNOWS Fairchild, and I’m Fair’s lover! Nobody loves Fair more than I do or knows her better or can do more for her! Vixen is an air-head and she’s even weaker than Chris! Where does ANYBODY get off saying this weak bitch can…" She suddenly broke off, realizing with horror what she was saying!

Vixen was in tears, and Diana’s face looked like it was about to launch a fleet of thunderstorms!

Laura broke out into tears of her own! Suddenly Diana had flown closer and Laura felt a soft, ‘weak’ hand touching her own.

"It’s all right, sweet Laura, you are afraid for your lover, you feel helpless and I understand." The soft words appearing in her mind carried so much warmth and understanding that she was even more mortified by her outburst.

"Vixen, I’m so sorry! It’s just that… well, I almost broke your her hand back in that… in that… whatever that insane place was we went through to get here, and… Oh hell, I’m just excusing myself! Vixen, please forgive me! You’re NOT an air-head, you’re a better friend than I deserve! But I still don’t know what’s going on! How can you help where Diana and I can’t, and why the hell can’t we remove those cruel gold chains from her wrists?!"

Diana broke in, breaking the emotional mood with cool logic as she flew herself and Vixen a few yards away again. "First point Laura, is that from all I experienced on Sh’Lyra’s ship, the gold intoxication is the least of our concerns, and these manacles are essential to protecting us from Fairchild herself while we attempt to remove her fixation on Sh’Lyra.

"Second point: our friend Vixen is far more than she seems. I advise you to watch and be impressed."

Diana held a silent conversation with Vixen as she held her closely in her arms. "Vixen, you have served Sh’Lyra long enough to guess what I must do, and knowing your own preferences, I suspect you may even envy Fair somewhat before we finish here. But even so, I value your wisdom and I dread what will happen to you. Do you know my plan?"

"Yes sweet Mistress, and it scares me silly, but I think it is the only plan that has any chance of working. And I meant what I said back there about ‘if it costs my life.’ You’re right, I do envy Fairchild, but not too much and even if I’m scared, I’m kind of looking forward to it too! But you’re not like me, you’re a kind woman. Do you think you can force yourself to do this?"

"I’m kind? You know my plans and can call me kind? You, my love, are kind of insane! But yes, I can do this because I must. It is you that I am concerned about, and only Aurora’s importance in the fight against the Arions forces me to ask you to do what nobody else is able to do. I desperately need your help and forgiveness."

"Don’t worry Mistress, you have it. Of course I will help you. Besides, I can think of no other way that you can really get her attention! After all, in her mind you will be competing against Sh’Lyra herself!"

"Vixen, I will make sure that you are frequently touching or bound to Fairchild, and you must keep me informed as to what she’s thinking. But the hardest part for you is that even while I’m being awful to you, I shall need your constant encouragement to do what must be done. This is not be a happy undertaking for any of us."

As they continued on their flight, Diana directed Laura’s attention to a remote clearing in the jungle on an uninhabited portion of the island. "We land over there" she said, "it’s as far as possible from the Amazonian inhabitants of my island. I wish no witnesses, and if possible," she continued grimly, "no casualties."

While Laura removed the weird garment from Fairchild, Diana rather harshly prepared Vixen.

Fairchild awoke as Laura pulled the confining suit off of her. She opened her eyes and beheld a very confused sight. This was not the R&R Ship! This was not her home! This was a jungle! She didn’t belong here! She quickly looked around and recognized two of the three women. One she dismissed immediately, simply another slave like herself, named ‘Foxy’ or something. But the raven-haired woman she recognized as the one called Diana, a Dom. Just the other day she had overheard some other slaves on the ship discussing the latest rumor that she was being groomed to become a Dom. Perhaps she would even be head Dom and, Fairchild noticed, this must now be so, for as proof of her rank she was privileged to carry Mistress Sh’Lyra’s special whip. In the absence of her real Mistress, this smaller one must be in charge. Quickly Fairchild got to her knees and displayed herself to Diana, as she had been taught, her eyes downcast, waiting for the Dom to recognize her.

Sighing, Vixen broke her mental contact with her Mistress and began doing some deep breathing exercises she had learned years ago. Years of being a slave had taught her self-discipline which she silently hoped would help her to survive the next few days. Remembering her own absolute trust in Diana, she relaxed, suddenly even humming to herself, as Diana pretended to act harshly with her and placed gold bracelets and anklets on her. Vixen gasped theatrically as Diana chained her arms tightly behind her and blindfolded her.

Now it began. Diana steeled herself, then forced Fairchild and Vixen to kneel side by side while she bound Vixen’s right calf tightly to Fairchild’s left one. In spite of the cold hand she felt wrapped around her heart, she could not help but smile as Vixen responded to the Orgone energy within Fairchild and began writhing.

Knowing the gold bands confining Fairchild prevented her from using her heat vision, Diana brought out a thick lead band and molded it tightly around Fairchild’s head, completely cutting off her vision. She gestured an instruction to Laura, and at Laura’s hesitation nodded her head insistently.

Laura bit her own lip in final doubt, then nodded and reached over to grasp Fairchild’s right nipple and twisted it savagely, as hard as she could. With Laura’s Velorian strength, that was very hard indeed, hard enough to crush tool steel! But in Diana’s plan, Laura was only playing her part to distract Fairchild’s attention from Vixen’s part! A distraction of great power, but a distraction only. For as Laura applied her star-born muscles to Fairchild’s breast, Vixen closed her eyes and slowly began to infiltrate Fairchild’s thoughts. She smiled to herself as she felt Fairchild’s contempt of Laura’s feeble attempt to cause her pain. It was immediately obvious that Fairchild knew that of any Mistress in the Universe, only Sh’Lyra truly had the ability to intimidate her or to cause her noticeable pain. She might beg for mercy from another Mistress, but that was only her way of demonstrating common courtesy! Vixen slowly merged herself with Fairchild until she could no longer easily tell the difference between Fairchild’s feelings and her own. Taking a deep breath to calm herself, she opened her mind and made the mental conduit a partial two-way flow so that what Vixen felt, Fairchild now felt, and what Fairchild thought, Vixen heard.

At Vixen’s slight nod Diana broke out into a loud and harsh shout: "Laura, you silly girl, that’s not the way you twist a nipple, this is!" As Laura released Fairchild’s nipple in surprise, Diana reached out and lightly fondled Fairchild’s left nipple while simultaneously fondling Vixen’s left nipple. Vixen, using the pleasure as a gauge, was unable to find any mental signs that Fairchild was aware that she was no longer alone in her mind. Once again she slowly nodded while she shielded her thoughts, but not her sensations, from Fairchild.

Mentally counting to three, Diana simultaneously, savagely, and with all of her Amazon strength, twisted and pinched both nipples. As pain flared in her breast Vixen, enlisting all of her considerable mental powers, passed the full force of her sudden agonizing pain directly into Fairchild’s mind. It took all of her will power not to scream in pain herself and give the game away to Fairchild, but the ploy worked. Fairchild cried out in shock and pain, totally amazed that anyone other than Sh’Lyra would have the strength to truly hurt her.

Dazed, Fairchild sobbed in relief as the painful twisting of her nipple finally ended. "How could it be possible that there is another as strong as Sh’Lyra?" she thought. Stunned at this simple display of strength, she could feel a tear roll down her cheek under the lead blindfold. She shook her head, trying to resist what she was feeling, that all too familiar erotic tingling growing throughout her body, as another woman proved herself dominant over her. She did not, she could not know that her own genetic heritage was working against her. Thousands of years ago, her entire race, created by the Ancient Ones, was deliberately designed to feel this way, even needed to feel this way, when dominated by a being of superior strength.

Thinking she was a weak slut, she sobbed, as she tried and failed to control her own arousal, desires, and needs. Only the thought of Sh’Lyra, her lover and Mistress, gave her the strength to resist gasping out "Mistress" as she quickly displayed herself to Diana. Even though she could not see, she reacted as she had been taught, her head downcast, waiting for the Dom to order her what she must do.

Laura gasped, deeply shocked and disturbed by her own reactions. Even though she was expecting Fairchild’s behavior, Laura found herself unable to resist becoming aroused at the sight of Fair’s eager submissiveness. Choking back a sob, she averted her eyes and stared into the jungle and beyond. Seeing her lover in such as state was proving to be both unbearable on the one hand and all too exciting on the other!

Diana grimaced, mistaking Laura’s reaction as the natural reaction of seeing someone you love being hurt. Knowing that Laura’s obvious look of pain and confusion could give the game away in a moment, she reached out very quietly, harshly grabbing Laura’s upper arm and gave her a stern warning glance. Laura gulped as Diana’s previous warning replayed in her mind, "Laura, if you love her, you must show no signs of weakness! Be strong or she is doomed!"

Shaking her head and taking a deep breath, she nodded back at Diana. As she took control of herself, even the canny student of human nature Diana was hard-pressed to see Laura’s inner turmoil. Diana was amazed, Laura now looked as self-centered, calloused and uncaring as any Dom, and Diana knew that in truth, Laura was still anything but impassive! Laura had to have used all of her years of martial training and experience in centering herself to suppress her emotions.

For Laura’s part, despite her ability to mask her emotions, she found herself enjoying the sight of her strong lover, the wonderful Velorian Protector, the same one who had initially awakened Laura’s own Velorian powers, kneeling at her feet on the grass, totally subdued!

Once Diana was satisfied that Laura was again in control of herself, she reached down and simultaneously swatted Fairchild’s and Vixen’s right breast a strong blow. As Fairchild reacted to the pain that nobody but Vixen was truly feeling, Diana roughly fondled their nipples with her strong thumbs. Suddenly she struck the left breast and again fondled their nipples immediately after her strike. Again and again she continued her assault on their breasts, forcing their senses to focus only on their breasts and nipples.

Diana continued striking their breasts until both Fairchild and Vixen were sobbing and moaning. Looking at their stiff nipples and glistening sexes it was obvious to Laura that both of them were very turned on. Again Laura could not help feeling highly aroused herself as she watched Diana dominate them.

Finally Diana stopped and removed the lead blindfolds from Fairchild and Vixen.

Struggling to keep her eyes downcast, Fairchild uttered her first words on Colchica.

"Mistress, this slave begs to speak."

Diana harshly acknowledged her. "Slave Fairchild, you may speak."

In a soft submissive voice she asked "Mistress, where is my Red Mistress Sh’Lyra?"

"I and this woman who stands next to me are now your Mistresses, slave. This other," gesturing towards Vixen, "is your sister in misfortune, and my own personal slave."

Stunned, Fairchild struggled to understand Diana’s words, "Sh’Lyra is my Mistress", she puzzled to herself, "does this woman mean that she is acting as my Mistress while Sh’Lyra is away, or what?" Aloud, she dared to press the point. "Mistress, this slave girl begs to speak further."

"What is it now?! You may speak, but be quick about it, slave."

"Mistress, what do you mean by your statement that you are now my Mistress?"

"Are you an idiot? Or perhaps deaf? I meant precisely what I just said, slut." Diana’s voice showed her scorn. "The tyrant Sh’Lyra is no longer your Mistress. You belong to me now. To me and my friend here. You may address us as Mistress Diana and Mistress Laura."

Suddenly furious and afraid, Fairchild struggled to her feet, and since Vixen was still bound to her side, forced Vixen to half kneel beside her. Leaning down slightly, Fairchild shouted hysterically, directly into the shorter Diana’s face, "No, you are certainly not Sh’Lyra, you puny woman, therefore you are not my Mistress! I demand to be taken to my beloved Mistress instantly!"

Diana was glad that she had prepared herself for this encounter. Fairchild was an impressive woman, even with her hands manacled behind her back. But still, she was mentally cursing herself, thinking, "Goddess, I don’t think I could have handled that any worse, all those damn lessons and rules I was given by the other Doms and even Sh’Lyra herself, and still I screw up in the first few minutes. I have to regain control over her now, or all is lost." Of course she kept any signs of these thoughts carefully hidden.

"Silence, slave!" she barked harshly, shoving the gold-weakened Velorian down to her knees. "You speak when I permit you to, and not otherwise! I am your Mistress now, and I permit you no more words, but allow you only to kiss my feet and silently beg forgiveness for your insolence with your tears! Your former mistress is no more!"

"NO!" Fairchild screamed, "She will punish me horribly if I don’t return to her immediately! And I NEED her!" Sobbing, Fairchild attempted to struggle back to her feet as she almost hysterically added, "Nobody else is powerful enough to love me! Nobody else in the entire Universe! Release me instantly!"

Laura’s heart sank. This was going to be far worse than she had even imagined! She thanked Diana’s foresight at leaving Fairchild’s strength-sapping gold manacles in place. And she hoped desperately that Fair was wrong. For if she and Diana proved unable to dominate this mighty Velorian Protector body and soul, all was lost for her indeed! And heaven help the earth, for nobody else in all of creation could protect it from Sh’Lyra and her ilk!

Vixen now found herself getting frustrated at her beloved Mistress, of all people. "How can Mistress Diana be so blind, cannot she see what Fairchild needs so desperately that she is all but begging for it?" She HAD to advise her Mistress. Briefly she struggled against her own slave training and Diana’s orders for her to kneel submissively until ordered to do otherwise, before she scrambled over to Laura’s feet, forcing a surprised Fairchild into a deep split, and pressed her head against Laura’s left foot. Thinking hard, she sent to Laura, "Mistress, I know you and Diana don’t want to do this, but if you ever want to control her, Diana must whip her and whip her thoroughly. Only after she feels truly dominated will she forget Sh’Lyra and only then will you and Mistress Diana be able to mold her. And my Mistress must whip me soundly as well."

Laura, shocked, slowly looked up at Diana. Her face white, but speaking in a strong voice that she did not recognize as her own, she spoke harshly. "Diana, I’ve tolerated enough of this nonsense! Whip them both."

Diana, seeing Vixen in physical contact with Laura, instantly understood. Hating herself for what she was about to do, she ordered harshly, "You heard the Mistress, slaves! On your bellies, side by side." Not giving Fairchild even a moment to resist or cooperate, Diana and Laura harshly used their superior strength to force both slaves to their bellies. Outraged at herself for not seeing the obvious, Diana found pretending to be angry at Fairchild to be all too easy. To Laura, Diana’s anger was all too apparent as she strode away from the slaves on Fairchild’s right side, returning after a moment with Sh’Lyra’s own whip. Fairchild gasped as Laura harshly grasped both women by their hair, turned their faces towards Diana, and forced their left cheeks to the ground.

Not daring to allow any hint of compassion to show on her face, Diana ominously flicked the whip back behind her. Nodding as if to herself, she sent a signal to Vixen to prepare herself. Fairchild’s thoughts were in turmoil, she was certain that she could not be harmed by these puny women, yet she could not help feeling just a little afraid. Sh’Lyra had whipped her before with this very same whip and she remembered that searing pain all too well.

Undetected, Vixen once again invaded Fairchild’s mind. As she and Diana had agreed earlier, she nodded when she had created the link. As Diana had discovered while up in the R&R ship, Vixen should be able to transmit her pain directly into Fairchild, even after Vixen herself had fallen unconscious from torture. Praying for strength from Hera and Diana, her patron Goddesses, she struck her loving handmaiden Vixen and her idol Fairchild on both of their backs with a single strong blow.

"AAHHHHHHHHHH", Fairchild screamed! Her back on fire, it felt like her skin was being ripped from her invulnerable back. She could hear the other slave screaming right along with her as the whip struck again. She could not understand how this agony was remotely possible, even Sh’Lyra’s whippings had never caused her so much pain. Sobbing, kicking her legs around helplessly, she tried and failed to move away from the whip. Laura was holding her immovable in a viselike grip.

Fairchild screamed again, catching a glimpse of the whip as it descended. It was red with blood, which Fairchild assumed must be her own. Her scream became shrill in pitch as again blazing agony overwhelmed her senses. Nothing in all of her invulnerable life had ever prepared her for such intense agony! Mistress Sh’Lyra had NEVER been able to whip her NEARLY so hard! Gasping, spittle flying wildly from her lips, she felt her will to resist this Amazon Mistress weakening rapidly. Fairchild cried out in anguish and fear as Diana, showing no mercy, struck again and yet again. Fairchild had never even imagined such pain in her entire life, and she desperately needed it to stop. She could not stop her tears or control her body. Yet she found herself unable to take her eyes off the strong woman who was punishing her.

As Fairchild screamed in torment, Diana steeled her iron will to land another blow. She was aghast at the bloody ruin she was making of Vixen’s back. "Goddess, I don’t think our plan will work, I am using my full strength, Fairchild’s skin is barely marked, while Vixen’s is a red horror! Goddess, what insanity am I inflicting on my friend and lover?!" Diana felt a mix of despair mixed with enormous pride to see an almost comatose Vixen weakly nod her head to encourage her tormentor, to encourage the agonized Diana herself to deliver yet another unbearable blow. Biting her own tongue hard enough to crush stone, Diana prepared to strike again. But even her iron will, even her knowledge of how essential it was not to show any sign of compassion, even these could not stop a tear from escaping down her cheek.

Fortunately, if ANYTHING could be labeled fortunate about this intolerable insanity, Fairchild’s normally sharp vision was blurred with her own tears of pain as Diana’s arm flicked the terrible whip back for another blow. Desperately she screamed, "I-am-sorry-Mistress-please-forgive-me-Mistress-I-am-a-worthless-slave-and-I-grovel-helplessly-before-my-awesome-Mistress-OH-GOD-IN-HEAVEN-NOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooo!!!!!"

As the remorseless whip struck once again, this time on the small of her back, she opened her mouth to scream but no sound emerged. Vixen, heedless of discovery by Fairchild, had desperately channeled not only all of her pain from this almost killing blow, but also the memory of the pain she could still remember from that terrible blow up on the R&R ship which was NOT delivered by a woman attempting not to do her any fatal damage. Fairchild, after a lifetime in an invulnerable body, was ill-equipped to endure true agony, and had at last fainted in shock. Vixen desperately fought to retain her own consciousness until her Mistress and lover had time to fall to her knees at her side.

Vixen, no stranger to excruciating torment, watched as Diana, tears now streaming down her face unrestrained, gently lifted her up. Unable to speak, Vixen thought weakly, "Don’t worry Mistress, I’ll live and she will be unconscious for at least an hour. Please don’t be angry with me, I had to make you do this, please, please don’t hate me!!" Before she was able learn Diana’s reply, she too had blessedly fainted.

Diana, unashamed and with no further need to hide her true feelings, let her tears flow openly as she gently pressed Vixen’s open wounds together to allow the woman’s incredible healing ability to repair the damage she had caused. What an amazing, insane, impossible girl Vixen was! To endure such harm at Diana’s own hands and then immediately beg HER forgiveness!

Laura, in shock, stared at Vixen’s back. She hissed though gritted teeth, hesitating, gulping between every single word, choking back her sobs. "Tell… oh god… tell me… tell me again, Diana, why, please tell me why, goddamn it why, by all the imps of Hell, WHY was that really fucking WHY was that oh hell WHY was that necessary? WHY!!!"

Diana’s entire face was soaking wet with her own tears, but she sighed in relief as she felt Vixen’s heart beating stronger. Feeling like she had aged a thousand years in as many seconds, she tossed her hair back with a flip of her head as she raised her gaze to stare into the angriest pair of Velorian eyes she could imagine ever seeing.

And only because she was Diana, Crown Princess of Colchica, heir to an inner strength, and possessor of the knowledge of her own self-worth unimaginable to almost anybody else in many dimensions, was she able to reply in the face of such wrath with warmth and compassion.

"Because my dearest Laura, as I was so very effectively taught by Sh’Lyra and her Doms, you can never ever show any mercy or any feeling for your slave. If you do, then your control over them is weakened, and they despise you. You and I may disagree with that philosophy and with that goal, but she," Diana indicated the unconscious Fairchild with a nod of her head, "is now a product of that training, and I simply don’t know enough to take a chance in changing that training. Because, as you saw, if we fail to… to trick her into believing that we are her natural Mistresses, then Sh’Lyra will win her forever. Not only that, but on this island, my home, is a library that contains ancient scrolls from the time that the Ancient Ones walked your earth. I remember reading one that strongly suggested to our scholars that your own Velorian race’s exaggerated sexual drives and your needs to be dominated only by a being obviously stronger than yourself was genetically bred into you. Why, I do not know.

"Now Laura my sweet love, please be quiet and bring me water and lots of food. For we are not the heroines here Laura, that honor belongs to this brave submissive, this little slave slut who was willing to sacrifice her own raw flesh in order for us to fool an invulnerable being into thinking we could ever hurt her. She mentally passed the pain she was feeling directly into Fairchild’s mind. If she is to survive, she will need sustenance very soon."

Without speaking, Laura spun around and flew away, gathering fruits from the jungle.

When she returned with an armload of food, she asked Diana, "What about Aurora, what’s our next step?"

Diana took her eyes off of Vixen long enough to answer, "Laura, NEVER call her that! Not until it is time! But if Vixen is correct, when Fairchild awakens she will now accept the two of us as Mistress! No longer will she think about Sh’Lyra! If that is true, then we can start the healing process, now she will listen to our words because we have now earned the stature in her eyes to demand that she do so.

But first we must remove all of the Orgone from within her body. Then we begin to teach her how to be free again. But we have to start slowly, mixing love with painful truth. Most of all we need to be sure that she understands that there is no dishonor for her in breaking, in surrendering. And ironically, so ironically, considering what we have just needed to submit her and ourselves to, she needs to learn most importantly that she is needed and loved."

Gently Laura asked "Diana, how do you know that will work, you and I are not psychologists, how can you be so sure this will work?"

Looking up into Laura’s intense blue eyes Princess Diana answered, "Because that’s how Breanne healed me, after she rescued me. I know how Fairchild is feeling, for I was once broken and made into a sex slave who lived only to please her Mistress. I plan to heal Fairchild the same way as I was healed, by teaching her to first know she is loved, that there is no shame in being broken by another, then how to meditate and fight. You have some martial arts training, I can tell by how you walk and by the way when you are angry that you face me on light feet, ready to attack or defend yourself. Can you honestly tell me that the only thing your training is good for is to fight?"

Laura, seeing the pain in Diana’s eyes, seeing a strong woman required to play a role so opposed to her own compassionate nature, finally reached out and embraced her, letting her know it was all right. Gently kissing her Princess she said simply, "I trust you Diana, I am just so concerned about my friend."

Returning her kiss, Diana whispered, "As am I, my Laura, as am I."

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