Excerpt from Enya

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Adventures of Aurora, Chapter 29-07

Time to Heal, Time to Kill

By Janissa, Mike, Imurill, and Tex Beethoven

Inspired by Sharon Best

(Last Revision: 22-Apr-97)

In a glen surrounded on three sides by dark green jungle and on the fourth by the deep blue sea, Laura gasped in pleasure as green sparks snapped from Fairchild’s wildly extended nipples to her own. Struggling to remember what Diana had told her, that this was ‘therapeutic,’ Laura gently stroked Fairchild’s cheek and then kissed her hard. Laura knew that the only real release from this green energy suffusing Fairchild’s body was continuous and powerful orgasms. Smiling she thought "Okay, therapeutic it is then. Therapeutic orgasms for everyone!" And lots of ‘em! She felt a familiar erotic tingling growing throughout her body as the Orgone energy flowed from Fairchild into herself.

She smiled, remembering the exciting times in the past when both she and Chris had been needed to absorb this same green energy from Fairchild’s body after battles with the Arions, and they had both eagerly volunteered to provide prolonged, energetic, and very intimate contact with her body, sometimes engaging in numerous days and nights of continuous lovemaking. The dozens of hours - and constant releases - were truly memorable!

Fairchild moaned and slowly opened her eyes as Laura kissed her Velorian lover hard, her tongue parting Fairchild’s lips, invading and exploring Fairchild’s mouth. A strong hand fell on Laura’s shoulders and drew her away from her strong, sensuous, incapacitated Protector of Earth.

"Who is your Mistress, slave?" Diana demanded of Fairchild in a strong voice.

"You, Mistress, this worthless slave belongs to you," Fairchild answered immediately, almost hypnotically, even while her arousal was slamming into her senses like a runaway train. She could not help arching her back, offering her breasts to Diana, her great need so obvious from the state of her nipples and flushed skin. Fairchild spread her knees as far apart as she could, displaying herself, showing the extent of her arousal and her worship for her strong new Mistress.

"This slut’s mouth is mine!" Diana rather harshly announced as she knelt, straddling Fairchild’s head. Fairchild moaned as her Mistress’ darkly bushed sex was brought within reach of her tongue.

Laura smiled to herself as she kissed and licked her way down Fairchild’s belly while her fingers played with the sparse golden hair covering her sweet sex. She could not tell if Diana’s flushed appearance and enlarged, hardened nipples were due to the green Orgone energy now invading her own body or the effects of having Fairchild’s strong, serpentine tongue so actively licking her labial lips. Laura leaned away from Fair for a moment and kissed Diana passionately, and was thrilled as Diana’s strong sensuous tongue invaded her mouth. Laura was on familiar and favorite ground as the three superwomen now included each other in their increasingly passionate caresses, pinches, kisses and bites.

VIXEN

Vixen awoke to cries and moans of passion. She rolled over and grinned at the lovely sight of her Mistress Diana and her friend Laura making love to the other slave called Fairchild. She smiled and grew excited as she watched the two, no three strong femmes making love. Luxuriously, she stretched her small tawny body like a cat and yawned. While she really didn’t understand exactly who the slave Fairchild was suppose to be she would support her Mistress anyway she could.

Mistress Diana had been so wonderful after delivering such a horrendous beating. She had gently held her while Laura was rushing around gathering various fruits and nuts from the surrounding jungle. Diana hand-fed her, interspersing the delicious just-picked food with such gentle kisses, sometimes combining her delicate kisses with the feeding of a carefully peeled grape, or offering her injured slave a specially selected sweet fruit by holding it between her lips.

So carefully and so gently had Mistress Diana anointed Vixen’s ruined back with healing balms and soothing ointments that Vixen never felt the pain or itching she had always endured before when an injury was healing, but only felt loved, nurtured and cared for by her wonderful Amazon Princess, her Wondrous Woman.

As always, Vixen’s remarkable healing abilities soon manifested themselves, and in a matter of hours, her back had progressed from blood-soaked ribbons of ruined flesh into tanned, glowingly soft smooth skin, supple and responsive to the touch. Vixen had always been a quick healer, but years ago after Sh’Lyra had bought and exposed her to intense Orgone energy, Sh’Lyra then injected her with repeated doses of an experimental mutagenic drug. Her ability to heal had increased a thousand fold, to nothing short of miraculous. She still had nightmares of Sh’Lyra’s doctors injuring her just to measure the rate of healing.

Diana’s almost constant words of endearment and flowing expressions of gratitude were such rapturous music to her ears. Never in her short life had she ever loved someone as much as Diana or had so much love returned. Diana’s voice made her entire body, from her dainty toes to the top of her head, tingle and shudder constantly as she basked in her strong Mistress’ adoration. Now fully restored to perfect health, she rose to her feet and quickly scampered over to join the others.

Arousing green energy arced freely and constantly between the three lovers. Laura was totally aroused! As insidious and distracting as this energy was, it was always SO much fun to get rid of! Laura could not understand why this form of energy was considered evil by Aurora. She could not stop herself from enjoying making love to Fairchild and Diana. Laura found that in spite of Fairchild’s fragile psychological state, no acting at all was required here! Therapeutic can go take care of itself! "Let’s just get OFF with each other! Over, and over, and ...!!!"

Fairchild became aware of a violent and erotic trembling throughout her entire body, felt diamond-hard teeth nipping strongly at her enlarged and sensitive clit. She was in the midst of an all-encompassing and passionate sexual climax, and there was no longer room in her delirious mind for anything else! She felt the familiar pressure of the gold manacles that still confined her wrists behind her back as they have for so many days, weakening her and increasing her bewildering arousal. She was beginning to wonder if she ever wanted her hands free as she screamed aloud into her Mistress’ nether lips and probed her tongue against Diana’s clit as hard as she could, as she came and came and came! Her strong, unpredictable, new Mistress was being SO good to her!

Mistress Laura’s insistent lips, tongue and teeth were roaming all over her gushing sex, providing such pleasure, and she was so turned on that she couldn’t speak much less focus her eyes to see! She alternately kissed and licked and bit this soft, panther-furred and responsive flesh at her own mouth while she moaned and cried out her delight as her climaxes went on and on and on!

At Fairchild’s first cry, Diana managed to catch Laura’s eye even though Laura was so deeply and intimately involved in Fairchild’s nether regions, and gave her such a passionate look of approval! Then Vixen arrived, and Diana’s excitement grew and grew as her love slave’s talented lips began to stroke Diana’s own large, engorged nipple. Laura raised her exhilarated face, soaked and shiny with Fair’s orgasmic fluids, a tiny webbing of bright green lightning flickering unnoticed across her cheeks, smiled gleefully at her warm Amazon friend, mouth wide open, then dove back into the cauldron of Fairchild’s beautiful vagina. Resuming her thrilling feast, she provoked yet another powerful orgasm to surge through Fairchild’s body, and she maintained this orgasm for her Velorian lover by continuing to pour more and ever more oral strength and power into the steaming wetness of Fairchild’s labia and clit! Unceasing green arcs continued to flow between the four lovers.

As Laura dove back home and Fair responded by exploding yet again into orgasm, the sudden uncontrolled strength in Fair’s superhumanly strong teeth and jaws almost hurt as they bit into Diana’s sensitive clit with such power, and Diana’s own endless climaxes were almost blowing her consciousness away as Fairchild’s mouth stimulated her sex with such passion, and her sweet love slave Vixen added fuel to the fire by administering such active loving kisses and using her delicate hands to give tiny pinches over the entirety of Diana’s full, sensitive breasts!

After recovering from her most recent climax, Diana finally remembered that the quickest and most effective pattern for Orgone release was circular. She removed her breast from Vixen’s mouth, reached down and lifted Vixen up by her hips. Vixen gasped in pleasure when her Mistress’ very own strong tongue parted her nether lips. Laura, seeing what Diana was planning, flexed her calves slightly until she was weightless. Flipping her body upside down, she ground her breasts into Fairchild’s firm thighs while she kept her mouth glued to Fairchild sex, her tongue vibrating as hundreds of stokes a minute. As she raised the rest of her torso skyward, parting her legs for Vixen’s eager lips.

Vixen strove passionately to bring Laura to yet another climax, and simultaneously Diana, even as she drank her redheaded slave’s flowing honey, experienced yet another of her own orgasms at Fairchild’s continuously superhumanly thrilling oral attack. Diana stiffened her tongue and pierced Vixen’s sex deeply as all four femmes thrashed in continuous release.

Hours later…

The beauty of the sunset and the much later sunrise went unnoticed as the four women continued their sexual frenzy. Their love making lasting for several more hours into the morning, gradually burning up all the green Orgone energy in the only way possible. Finally, exhausted, sated and Orgone-free at last, Vixen fell limply to the ground, falling deeply asleep within seconds. Diana and Laura held Fairchild between them fondly, totally unable to maintain their crucial roles of stern Dom Mistresses, and snuggled lovingly as they fell into sleep. Fortunately their much loved companion and patient was long gone, and remained blissfully unaware of their affectionate lapse, all three super-powered women joining Vixen in some much needed rest.

Noon…

The bright sun woke Vixen up first, and she was very hungry. Her regenerative powers had been working well, and all signs of exhaustion were completely washed away, but healing really burned energy, and unlike some she really needed to eat. Kissing her sweet Mistress Diana softly on the cheek, she rose to her feet and stepped into the jungle to begin gathering fruit for everyone’s breakfast, totally unaware that a hostile pair of eyes watched her every move.

Diana awakened next, and gently removed the gold chain and bracelets that still confined Fairchild’s arms behind her back. She gasped in surprise as small purple sparks arced across Fairchild’s nipples. Fairchild’s sudden moans of pleasure woke Laura. "Good morning Diana, or good afternoon Princess, whatever the case may be."

Glancing at the sun, Diana answered "It’s still morning, but only barely, Laura. So, Fairchild, how do you feel today?"

Startled at being addressed Fairchild, still fuzzy-headed from her first decent sleep in many weeks, the Velorian girl looked cautiously into Diana’s eyes, blushed, then remembering her slave training, she averted her eyes downwards.

Shyly she answered, "If it please my Mistress, I feel fine, Mistress." As her raven haired Mistress leaned towards her and reached towards her face, she felt herself blush and her body grow aroused as Diana’s soft silky breast, topped by a prominent, hard nipple, brushed against her own.

Fairchild was shocked to discover that her hands were now free. Yet strangely she felt even more vulnerable and naked with her hands no longer bound behind her.

Smiling, Diana gently held her chin. "Beautiful One, you do not need to lower your gaze for me, for I am Diana, not Sh’Lyra." Immediately, Diana mentally cursed herself as Fairchild shivered in longing at the mere mention of her compelling previous Mistress.

Chuckling artificially to hide her uneasiness, Diana noticed Vixen returning with an armload of fruits. "Saved by the Bell!" she thought. Slapping Fairchild lightly on her butt, Diana gestured towards Vixen and gently ordered, "Slave Fairchild, help Slave Vixen with the food."

Without raising her eyes, Fairchild quickly arose and hurried over to Vixen. She had noticed that some other blonde woman was reclining next to Diana, but she lacked the courage to sneak a peak to see who this person might be.

Laura whispered to Diana, "I don’t think that she even saw who I was. But thank god she sounds a lot more normal. Thank you for removing some of the gold from her."

"Well as for the Gold, except for her waist belt, I intend to remove the remainder of it today. I think she’s ready for that."

As Fairchild hurried towards Vixen, Diana smiled at Laura. "My dear friend, my brave comrade and sweet lover, why don’t you lay on your back, cover your face with your hair and pretend to sleep? That way Fairchild will have a chance to gain some stability on her mental feet before we take a chance on her recognizing you, her own Velorian enhancement. Today, now that we have bonded her to ourselves, neither one of us wants to cause her any more humiliation than necessary until she can accept herself."

"She really is beautiful," thought Vixen as she stared at the strong, statuesque nude Velorian girl running towards her so lightly, so gracefully. Vixen became fascinated watching Fairchild’s long beautiful legs flex and relax as she ran towards her. One moment her legs looked like the legs you would expect to see on a world class fitness competitor, her calves round and hard with muscles, her thighs looking strong enough kick down trees. The next moment her legs looked like they belonged on a lingerie model, so smooth and rounded. Vixen had been told by her Mistress Diana that without the gold sapping her strength, Fairchild was far stronger than Diana, and maybe almost as strong as Sh’Lyra herself.

Vixen’s always erotic mind slowly became aroused. She licked her lips in anticipation of the moment she would be allowed to make love to Fairchild for her Mistress’ entertainment, and while this Velorian Protector was at full strength. Aroused and distracted, Vixen failed to notice a slight rise in the ground just before her feet. Stumbling, she struggled to balance her huge armload of fruit. Panic ate away at her mind as she remembered in a flash the damaging and painful punishment she had suffered the last time she had dropped food before a Mistress.

Vixen’s sexy erotic looks were not lost on Fairchild as she ran towards her. With the previous Orgone energy no longer eating away at her sanity, and now wearing only a minimal amount of gold on her body, she felt wonderful, even reasonably clearheaded. Like a human girl might feel with just a light buzz on. And seeing Vixen’s lovely body swaying towards her made her loins tingle with pleasure.

She gasped in concern as she watched Vixen stumble and begin to fall. As if in a dream she felt herself accelerate towards the helpless Vixen. Surprising herself, surprising Vixen, and her speed surprising even a watchful Diana, Fairchild almost flew towards Vixen, arriving just in time to prevent all but one piece of fruit from falling to the ground. Her strong gentle hands grasped Vixen’s smooth silky shoulders to steady her. "Her name is Vixen, I remember this girl now. The first time I saw her she was being whipped by that brutal Dom Pam-eta, and it was only because she had dropped food on the floor."

As Fairchild shuddered with the memory, Vixen knew that Fairchild was worried about her. Strangely Vixen found herself not being able to look Fairchild, a fellow slave, in the eye. Blushing, not understanding what her body or subconscious was telling her, but trusting her own instincts, she murmured, "My thanks Mistress, I would have fallen if not for watching you."

Chills ran throughout Fairchild’s body as she realized what Vixen had just called her! Mistress!! "Could I possibly have heard her right?!!" Fairchild thought, staring at Vixen, noticing for the first time that Vixen was keeping her eyes lowered before Fairchild even though she was blushing with desire. Confused, Fairchild wordlessly picked up the fruit that fell to the ground. Helping Vixen rearrange the fruit her hand accidentally brushed a soft breast. At Vixen’s soft gasp and blush she felt herself get excited as her hand continued to explored. Feeling a sudden sense of power, Fairchild placed her other hand on Vixen’s bottom and helped her to her feet. Her emotions in a turmoil, Fairchild clasped Vixen’s upper right arm and led her back to Diana.

Diana smiled to herself, "this may not be as bad as I had first feared. Fairchild looks like she is taking charge of Vixen, and is even showing some spirit. Please Goddesses, don’t let me screw up like I did yesterday. Fairchild must be given the chance to heal in the same way that I did years ago."

Flashing back thirty years, Diana suddenly remembered how her healer /teacher had stood before her when Diana could finally began to think for herself. Diana stood up, facing them with her hands on her hips. Despite her tender feelings, she still had a role to play.

Fairchild almost stumbled as she got her first real look at her new Mistress. The darkhaired beauty looked magnificent and impressive, not remotely as tall or strong looking as Sh’Lyra, but still she was an impressive woman. Fairchild shuddered as she remembered all too well how easily Diana had dominated her with the whip.

As they approached, Diana gestured for them both to kneel before her. "Lay out the fruit!" was all Diana said as she walked slowly around the two kneeling slaves, admiring the contrast they made kneeling together. Fairchild’s tanned firm, well muscled back next to Vixen’s softer look. Diana puzzled briefly about Vixen. Neither one of their backs showed any signs of the whipping. She had not expected to be able to bruise Fairchild’s back, not even with a specially designed whip such as she had used, yet currently on Fairchild’s back were faint red whip marks. Yet the far more normal powered Vixen’s back was as fair and unblemished as always. "One of these days I must ask Laura to check into why Vixen did not mutate like a normal woman once exposed to Sh’Lyra’s natural mutagens. Her healing ability borders on the magical, while her strength is barely 25 times stronger than a normal human’s. But what is really puzzling is she is far tougher than she looks. She is not quite invulnerable, but I was able to cut a three foot thick hardwood tree down with just one lash hit from Sh’Lyra’s whip, and I beat Vixen repeatedly."

Stepping in front of the two, she knelt down facing them. "Remain kneeling and display yourselves." Diana gently moved Vixen and Fairchild together so their thighs were touching. "Monitor and if possible guide her thoughts, sweet one," Diana thought to Vixen as she touched her.

Vixen’s eyes flashed her understanding as both she and Fairchild immediately complied with their Mistress’ orders. Diana’s sharp eyes could tell that Fairchild was feeling embarrassed and shy as she began to display herself. As Diana slowly picked out a fruit to eat, Fairchild was startled as Vixen began to moan in pleasure. Blushing, she kept her eyes lowered, wondering just how much of a slut she really was, because she too was feeling a growing excitement. She was startled when she realized that she was moaning softly, she almost missed what Diana said to Vixen.

In a calm voice, as if she were inquiring about the weather, Diana asked, "Vixen, when I order you to display yourself, what do you feel?"

"Pride and love that you feel I am worthy of your attention, my Mistress, and pleasure in being able to give you pleasure."

"Do you feel I am humiliating you, or feel any embarrassment?"

"No Mistress," Vixen answered, puzzled as to where Diana was going with this line of questioning.

"If I was Sh’Lyra how would you answer?"

"If you were Sh’Lyra Mistress, I would still feel pleasure in pleasing you, but I would not feel pride, and I would not love you."

"Explain why, and why you would not feel humiliated. Explain in detail."

Pausing to gather her thoughts, Vixen licked her lips and said, "Because, Mistress, if you were Sh’Lyra I would know that you were a cruel Mistress and it would be my duty to please you. I would know that if I displeased you, could whip me or even kill me. Since I could do nothing to prevent you from punishing me or killing me if you so chose, why should I feel humiliated or embarrassed? Since I can do nothing to prevent you doing whatever you wish, if I want to survive I will obey."

Vixen paused again and then added, "as for feeling pleasure, Mistress, it is in my nature to enjoy being dominated, my sexual climaxes are a lot more intense when I am dominated, and my life is happier. Besides, as a slave I must be honest with myself."

"Thank you, Vixen," Diana said, "now you both may eat."

Lost in thought, Fairchild almost mechanically lifted the fruit to her lips as she mulled over what Vixen had just told their Mistress. Fairchild’s thoughts and emotions were in a turmoil. Vixen had just said she loved being a slave and it was OK to act like one. Her memories of learning to be a slave under Mistress Sh’Lyra now felt like a terrible dream. She remembered longing for any touch from her Mistress, whether one of pleasure or pain it made no difference, or even just any sign of recognition. Even now, when Mistress Diana looked at her, she felt confused and unsure of herself as well as pleasure. Just looking at this Mistress caused intense feelings of desire and need. When her Dominitrix had ordered her to display herself, she felt both excited and embarrassed. Yet Vixen’s words had struck home. Like her former Red Mistress, this Ravenhaired Mistress was far too strong and powerful to resist. She had proved that with her whip. So if she was incapable of escaping her slavehood, why should she feel embarrassed? Embarrassment was for things you could help! "Besides," she reasoned, "Vixen’s description of how intense her climaxes were because of surrendering her will to another is true for me as well." Ever since she had arrived on Earth she had very seldom been truly satisfied. As impossible as it seemed, given her overwhelming strength over almost anyone she had ever met, it was as if her very creation had been for the purpose of surrendering eagerly and completely to One who was stronger than herself.

As cruel as Sh’Lyra had been, when she had taken sex from Fairchild, it was mind blowing. (For Sh’Lyra had never made love, she had always taken for herself, and any pleasure she had ever given, or even ecstasy on occasion, had been incidental to her own pleasures and lusts.) And last night’s pleasures were so far beyond words, as Fairchild had been dominated so totally, yet still had received such love, that it was like an experience from another dimension! Yet somehow she knew that tonight would be even better.

Diana watched in amazement as Vixen and Fairchild began to eat and chew in perfect unison together, as if their two bodies shared one mind. The only difference in motions between the women was that Vixen was sweating as if she was really exerting herself. "Well whatever she is doing, Fairchild seems to really like it, her erect nipples are proof positive of that."

The more Fairchild thought about what she hoped would happen tonight, the more excited she became. Last night her hands had been manacled behind her back. While that sometimes added a delicious sense of helplessness some of the time, for the most part it was just frustrating. Tonight she hoped her hands would be free and she would be able to really please Mistresses Diana and Laura.

"Laura!" Fairchild mulled that name over in her mind, and for a very brief moment she felt panic and shame, then suddenly she decided that it was silly to feel that way. Laura was not only a lover, but Fairchild suddenly remembered that she had confessed to her once that she felt very frustrated having sex with anyone else other than Laura or Kara. Not since David had she felt as completely happy in her sex life as she did now.

Diana frowned as she watched Vixen suddenly become very pale, yet sweat was pouring down her face. Concerned about her well being, Diana decided to interrupt Fairchild’s and her rapport for now. "Fairchild, it’s time to start your training," Diana ordered.

With a start, Fairchild blinked her eyes open. "Besides, if you eat any more of that fruit you will get fat," Diana chuckled. Fairchild’s amazed look was almost funny as she looked at the scant remains of the fruit before her. She had been eating like a horse, and been totally unaware of what she was doing!

"Come!" Diana smiled and held out her hand to Fairchild. Suddenly shy, Fairchild took her Mistress’ hand and walked with her down to the beach. Once there, Fairchild received the surprise of her life as Diana had her go though stretching and balancing exercises.

And then began teaching her how to fight! Against herself! Against her very own Mistress!

***

Laura had been feigning sleep this entire time, but sat up as soon as the other two had left, and knelt next to Vixen. Vixen for her part was still breathing very heavily. With suspicion in her voice, Laura asked "Ok, Vixen what happened? I watched you, and you were using an incredible amount of energy. What did you do to her?"

"Mistress Laura, I did what Diana wanted me to do. I helped her relax and think positively about herself." With some wonder in her voice she added, "If I had not been already within her mind I am not sure that I would have been able to do what my Diana wanted me to do. Fairchild is a very strong willed person when she wants to be."

Frustrated by her inability to help, Laura peevishly said, "well at least you three could have saved me some fruit."

Smiling, Vixen softly touched Laura on her thigh. "Mistress, I would be honored to get you some fruit. And by the way, I don’t think that you will have to hide your face from Fairchild any more. She knows you are here and she accepts it. She can be a slave, even in front of her dearest friend." Vixen got up and began walking towards the jungle.

"Wait for me!" Laura jumped up and walked side by side with Vixen. Laura suspiciously scanned the jungle for danger, but other than animals she saw nothing. But she had the strongest feeling that they were being watched, and in spite of the innocent looking surroundings, she couldn’t shake a feeling of danger.

Evil green eyes laughed as the blonde haired woman and the red haired slave passed closely by. "Soon, very soon" it thought.

Fairchild’s Training…

Fairchild again dropped her eyes, the reflex harder to break than it had been to ingrain, finding herself yet again unable to obey her Mistress's command!

The beatings she had taken to teach her the lesson to never EVER raise a hand against a Mistress or even a Dom, still held sway over her reflexes. From the first day of this bewildering experience, every time she looked away from Diana, she found herself on the ground. Again!!

This time she began to cry, her need to obey her Mistress’ orders warring within her , battling against her conditioning. She knew she was failing her Mistress and that she would be punished for it, but the punishment was secondary: the displeasure of her Mistress was foremost in her mind. But to be ordered to fight her own Mistress! By her own Mistress herself! The strong, contradicting instincts were overwhelming her with frustration!

She stayed on the ground, shifting only to spread her thighs, showing her sex as she had been taught.

"Get Up! How many times must I tell you slave?" Diana knew how hard she was being on Fairchild. While inside she wanted to hug her and tell it was OK, she dared not. For Fairchild's sake she must be stern. "Up and try again, slut!"

Fairchild was in a turmoil, her every instinct still telling her that a Mistress required her to be a submissive sex slave in her every movement, her every thought. But equally that her orders were to be obeyed!

In this case her Mistress was instructing her in the stylized yet amazingly effective Amazonian martial arts. It required that her eyes be up, watching her teacher, it required that she move quickly, decisively, without orders, under her own judgment, and in opposition to her own Mistress.

She slowly got back to her feet, very aware of her every movement, feeling the ever present golden belt, her only garment at the moment, around her waist.

"Move faster Slave, make me proud to own you."

Fairchild moved much faster than before, still feeling so insecure and self conscious. This new training went against everything she had ever been taught in her other slave training, it ate away at her reflexes, slowly but surely, making her actions totally ineffective.

"Child, do you understand why I am teaching you how to fight?"

Fairchild answered instantly, "To make me stronger so I may better serve you, Mistress."

Diana shook her head slowly, "No child, I am teaching this to you for your own good. Yes, you will make me proud, for I own you, but all others will envy me for my possession of you, because you will not be simply a submissive slave, you will be a strong woman in your own right, physically and mentally and spiritually. And THAT is how you will make your Mistress proud."

Diana reached out to brush a silky golden strand of hair Fairchild's face. "Love this is but the first step; it is the beginning step in our art to help teach you about your body, about how it moves and reacts, how you can make it obey your commands with grace and beauty, how it can be made to achieve the goals you seek. And once you know how to control your body, then you will learn how I wish you to use that knowledge, you will become a powerful woman, and in that you will make me proud."

Diana pursed her lips in thought "Perhaps I am taking this to fast, lets see how she does just stepping though the motions of the dance." "Fairchild I want all others to look at you, my slave with awe in their eyes, and see her for the graceful and self-assured woman that she is. Now do you understand?"

Fairchild mulled this over slowly, her new Mistress was so different from her Red one, she seemed at times so much colder than her other Mistress had been, but at the same time the requirements Sh’Lyra imposed upon this slave were completely different. Diana, her new Mistress, seemed to be saying that she did not just want Fairchild’s submission and sex, but she wanted to be proud of her slave and to be appreciated by all, not just for her beauty, but for her strength of will, for her skill. This was so counter to her training that she could barely entertain the thoughts.

Mistress Diana’s insistent voice broke into her swirling thoughts: "Slave, now begin again. Start from the beginning of the exercise."

Fairchild moved slowly and gracefully, her natural genetics far superior to the talent that any Terran would have exhibited, allowing even her clumsiest movements to seem graceful to an untrained eye.

But Diana had anything but an untrained eye. "Raise your arms higher as you rotate your shoulders, child."

Fairchild again felt herself tensing for the inevitable whip blow that followed a ‘suggestion.’ As she had done so many times before though, this new Mistress did not whip her for the false moves, but was satisfied simply to correct. As she continued to perform the stretches of this beautiful combat style, she found that each movement was placing gentle force against her tendons, over and over, warming and softening them, allowing them to stretch more, always more. It seemed as if the first motions where completely intended for increasing her flexibility, each one adding both to the tensing of the original tendons, and a new one, the movements becoming steadily more complex until nearly her entire body was in constant motion, slowly, precisely, yet with a profound energy investing each movement, each nuance of a movement, as she shifted her arms, legs torso, neck, hands, toes, even her very face in a dozen places and in as many directions.

At first it had felt unbearably complicated, but as she learned to settle into the rhythm of it, she found the center of it, the place where all the motions seemed to flow into one another, she did not even realize as she continued that time was passing, she at first was positive that she would continue as long as her Mistress wished it, but as the cycles became more and more fluid, the shifts and gentle spins feeling as if they were meant to be such, the tensing and stretching each feeling as if the muscles had been born to move in such ways. She began to enjoy her every movement and knew that each graceful movement presented her body to her Mistress’s watching eyes. Blushing at her own feelings of pleasure she continued her dance for her Mistresses enjoyment.

Eight Days later…

On the eight day, for a time she lost herself completely in the monotony of the moment, her mind left to the sensations of the body, not in lust or need, but simply left on its own, her body able to tend to itself, her mind resting, reordering itself.

Diana watched Fairchild intently, her own breathing shallow and nearly silent, her heart beating rapidly despite her outward calm. She could see all the signs of Fairchild losing herself in her soul, every major muscle in her body being tensed in what had begun as a simple stretching routine, but which now looked far more like an ancient dance.

These exercises were the final outcome of the studies done by a race of warrior women, and unbelievable attention had been given to every detail of the movement so as to optimize each instant, but at the same time, the overall beauty of the dance had never been lost. For years they had studied the body’s every reaction, the tendencies and strengths of each muscle, the needs and malleability of each tendon and joint. Once the knowledge had been accumulated in its completeness, they had applied it all to what used to be a simple graceful love dance. For centuries they had added new steps and motions to the dance until what once been the most gentle and caring of love dances, became a dance with all the needs that the body of a warrior would have, flexibility, coordination, agility, endurance, and power.

The dance they ultimately developed could have taken any form, they could have applied their knowledge to worshipful dances, or created an entirely new dance with no other purpose than exercising the body of a woman. But they had chosen the love dance for its affection, its simple beauty, its tranquillity, and as a reminder that life was precious.

In all things the Amazons remembered beauty, there existed nothing in Amazonian culture that did not have some element of grace, of feminine attraction, that did not have some trait to endear the soul to it. They had chosen the love dance because it would strengthen more than just the body, it would penetrate deeper. Even with all the changes and adaptations that had been made to this exercise, this dance, nothing could mask its inner values.

Fairchild came out of the trance-like state that the dance induced, for somewhere in the back of her mind she realized she had reached the end of the exercise. She found herself loathe to stop so soon, but also found that there was a sense of completeness when she reached the end. Everything seemed so much brighter, even to her already incredible Velorian eyesight, the natural highs of the body enough to go beyond any drug. As she settled back down to what for her was normal, she knew the next part would be coming, for since her muscles were relaxed, now it was time to use them. And this time it would not be quite so hard to keep her eyes raised.

Nightfall, Laura…

I was amazed at Fairchild’s actions, she now seemed at peace with herself. I had watched for days as Diana had trained Fairchild for hours on end in a martial arts style that even with my own training I was not the least bit familiar with. It had a deadly grace and beauty that I had never before seen in any discipline. Vixen slept with her head on my right thigh as I sat high up on the beach as Diana continued to teach Fairchild the basic steps of this form of stylized combat. While the form was unfamiliar, I was certainly no novice to the martial arts. After watching for many days I decided that Diana was an expert and I would hate to fight against her.

As was becoming a custom at the end of the day Diana led all us to a hot spring for a wonderful shared bath. Again I was amazed as Vixen and Fairchild silently, with no orders to do so, began to wash Diana and myself thoroughly. After the bath, on the beach before a large fire which I had started, Vixen and Fairchild served a delicious meal of nuts, fish, fruits, and coconut milk, that earlier Vixen and I had gathered or trapped earlier. After Diana and I had eaten, Vixen surprised me by serving Fairchild her own dinner in a very sexy, yet very submissive, manner. What was even more startling was Fairchild’s reaction to Vixen serving her. Fairchild began to stoke and tease Vixen until Vixen was in a high state of sexual arousal, but Fairchild rather harshly ordered Vixen to not touch herself or move until she allowed her to.

I could not help becoming very excited myself. Glancing at Diana, I was just as surprised to see a smile on her lips as she watched them. This night was going to be full of surprises, I decided, as Diana informed Fairchild that Vixen was hers to do with as she wished for the next full hour.

Laying back on the ground, watching, I had a sudden insight "I now know Fair better than Fair has ever known herself. As one of the strongest women alive, she’s never been truly satisfied before. With all her lovers in the past, she had always needed to hold back her true strength, even with other Velorian lovers. Like I was before I met Fairchild, constantly frustrated, always having to stifle my own strength, even during orgasm - especially during orgasm - was no picnic, and rarely completely satisfying! Now that I have Fair that is no longer a problem for me. But for Fair, she found being owned as a helpless sex slave, and owned by someone stronger than her, was unleashing her tremendous libido with a power and passion that she had never had the opportunity to experience before. Fairchild actively enjoys being a slave! She does not WANT to be rescued from her condition!" I bit my nail, trying to imagine what Diana’s plan could possibly be. What imaginable way could there possibly be to release Fairchild from a slavery she was now imposing on herself!

As my arousal built up from watching our two ‘slaves’, I wondered how Diana was able to constrain herself from Fairchild and Vixen. Several times in my aroused state I started to get up to join them or even to pull Diana to me, but each time, she said, "Not now." Finally after a long hour of temptation, I was almost out of my mind with lust. Finally, Diana ordered Fairchild to please me while she took Vixen into her own lap.

Growling, I almost dragged a very willing Fairchild into my lap. I grasped the back of Fairchild’s head with thousands of pounds of force as we kissed. My tongue invading and conquering Fairchild’s mouth as my hands slid around her small waist to clasp her naked bottom with all of my strength.

Vixen’s small hand suddenly touched me on my back, and her thoughts infiltrated mine. "Mistress, she needs and longs to be dominated right now, be very rough with her."

For whatever reason, Vixen’s words seem to snap something inside of me. I was no longer able to control myself. Perhaps it was the suppressed anger at all the worry she had put me though for the last month, but it was like a dam breaking within me. I stood up, dumping Fairchild onto the ground, but not releasing my grip on her hair, still grabbing it close to her head. I harshly pulled Fairchild up into a kneeling position, spreading her legs slightly with my foot. I gestured to my own sex, ordering in atone that sounded harsh even to me, "Pleasure me!"

All too eagerly Fairchild dove to obey, her tongue pressing into my sex. Fairchild flung her arms around my legs and grasped my bottom. Using all of her gold depleted strength, Fairchild eagerly pressed her tongue deep into my sex. Using my own considerable strength, I rubbed her head against my mons. As her upper teeth scraped against my clit I screamed out loud, and my entire body trembled from the force of a sudden orgasm that shook me to my very core. Every cell in my body was ringing with pleasure as Fairchild kept me in orgasmic bliss for over an hour. Finally, bonelessly, I slumped to the ground as she continued to cause electric pleasure to spark within me with her talented tongue. "I’ll say this for Sh’Lyra, she sure has taught Fair how to use her tongue!" I thought.

"Get your lovely ass over here, now it’s my turn." I extended my tongue eagerly as she lowered her sweet sex onto my waiting mouth. Using all of my great strength and speed, I vibrated my tongue as I continued to lick and kiss her. At the same time I used my thumb to rub with thousands of pounds of force against her clit. Within seconds she was screaming as multiple orgasms drove the breath from her body. I kept her in that state for over an hour, enjoying the passions she seemed to be broadcasting straight back into my own libido. At last turning her around, I kissed her hard and finally, and held her close as she shuddered with the afterglow of her orgasms.

"Thank you Mistress Laura, I love you. I love every bit of you."

Diana

With a growl of a scream, Diana filled the meadow with the sounds of her own pleasure as Vixen’s tongue played with her clit. Diana, her senses reeling from her own orgasm, watched as Laura pulled Fairchild away from her and forced her face onto the ground with her bottom up in the air and legs spread far apart. Then to Diana’s surprise, Laura spanked Fairchild hard enough to leave red marks on Fairchild’s beautiful Velorian bottom. As Fairchild cried out in a combination of pain, pleasure, and stimulation, Laura plunged three stiffened fingers into Fairchild’s wet sex. Faster than even Diana’s eye could see, Laura began taking Fairchild vigorously with her hand.

Laura looked up into my eyes and mouthed silently, "I want her to pass out from pleasure so we can talk." I moved over to them and knelt down. My left thigh rubbed against Fairchild’s silky right thigh. I cupped and stroked Fairchild’s large sensitive breasts, and with my other hand I found her large clit and rubbed it as hard and as rapidly as I could. Screaming out that she was ours to do with as we wanted, "I’m all yours, Mistresses, do EVERYTHING to me!" she convulsed in orgasm after orgasm. Finally almost an hour later, she collapsed.

After she was soundly sleeping, Diana asked Vixen to have her remember. Seconds later in Fairchild’s mind appeared the thoughts, "remember, love, remember who you are."

Remembering, Fairchild’s dream

It seemed so long ago, but in truth it couldn’t have been more than a year or two. I saw a girl, a stranger on a new planet. She was young, tall and beautiful, with blond flowing hair stirring gently in an island breeze. She had an air of such innocence in her lovely face. Her figure was a wonderful blend of flowing feminine curves and dramatic sinews, all enhanced by a radiant, golden tan. She stood nude and majestic, flexing muscles of steel while a man knelt before her, worshipping her miraculous body with his hands, and with his lips, and with his wordless sighs of adulation. My heart burst in a flood of despair. I knew this man and girl so very well!

Chris. This man’s name was Chris. But the girl was always so frustrated with need, and always had to be so deeply in control of her every movement for fear of hurting him, or hurting other lovers and friends. I sobbed, horrified, I didn’t want to be this woman, didn’t want to be this strong, decisive, sensual goddess. And yet I knew that I was her. "Aurora," I sobbed. "My name is Aurora. God help me, I’m not just Fairchild, but I am the Earth’s Velorian Protector Aurora!" All thoughts of servitude and of submission were washed away instantly, and I wept uncontrollably in great gasping sobs.

Fairchild woke up weeping floods of tears from a dream she could not quite remember. Diana made hushing noises and hugged her tightly, kissing her eyelids and mouth until Fairchild was calm again.

She couldn’t help but spare a hand for Vixen as well, and she stroked her temple tenderly, thinking, "Thank you sweet Vixen."

"You’re welcome, sweet Mistress," was the reply. "Sleep well, Mistress my love."

The next two weeks

Diana made sure that for the next two weeks Fairchild’s routine did not vary. During that time, Diana watched as Fairchild and Vixen became close friends, yet Vixen remained always submissive to Fairchild. Each night after Fairchild fell asleep Diana would have Vixen induce another dream to bring out her memories of Aurora. Each morning Fairchild would cry less and less, but still she could never seem to remember any details of the dream. And during the day, Fairchild would take more and more control over Vixen’s actions.

Diana was again growing a little worried as Laura seemed to be enjoying her own control over Fairchild far to much. If Laura kept this up, then Diana knew that she would need to talk with her about it. But still Diana was happy with the progress Fair was making, and all in all, the four women were enjoying the temporary paradise they had created for themselves in this remote part of Colchica.

For her part, Laura thought the days would have been long and boring if it were not for her own abiding interest in Martial Arts. What Diana was teaching was fairly basic, but still it had so many nuances and details to its style that she had never seen before. A unique combination of grace and power.

On the morning of the 15th day, Diana’s plans were shattered as their paradise was invaded by an evil almost as old as the Ancient ones: one that Diana knew all too well. The morning started out quietly enough, Fairchild woke up as always in Diana’s arms, but for once she was not crying. The dream no longer filled her with despair.

Looking around she could see that, again like always, Vixen was gone. As was Vixen’s habit for the last two weeks, she was already up and gathering fruits for the morning’s meal before anyone else had arisen. Laura was snoring softly off to one side. Fair moaned in gentle arousal as Diana kissed her gently on the lips, her tongue tracing the outline of Fair’s perfect lips. As she was kissed, Fair could hear the jungle birds greeting the morning with song.

Fair’s arousal vanished as a scream of fright and then pain interrupted their morning’s play. "Vixen!!" Diana shouted in fear as she leaped to her feet, her long legs brushing Fairchild to one side as if she was no more than a blade of grass. Fairchild watched as Diana raced towards the jungle.

Before Fair could take more than a few steps towards Laura’s sleeping form, she saw Diana start to shout a sudden new warning as she attempted to twist and change course in mid step. With the sound of steel hitting steel she flew violently backwards, doubled over as if she had been struck hard in the stomach. Diana crashed into a boulder on the opposite side of the glen, her head buried deep in the soft sand at the base of the boulder, her legs sprayed wide over the boulder exposing her sex for all to see. For a brief moment, silence again descended on the glen.

769 years earlier

The wind that normally provided a welcome relief from the blazing heat did not seem to be able to reach this isolated barren spot in Hades Lost Souls canyon on Colchica. Usually only fifteen Amazons guards would be forced to endure the heat during the day. But today the entire Amazon nation was assembled here listening to the Head Priestess.

"Thousand of years ago, after much labor by our mothers and the blessing of the Goddesses, this Great Seal was placed as a barrier to keep the monsters sealed up in the dimension created by the Goddesses. Some say that what we are about to do today is sacrilege, but it is written that Hera Herself said that the monsters kept behind this Great Seal are the failed experiments of the Gods. What else are these so-called Arion Primes that we captured today but failed experiments? Where else can we send them? After many hours of prayer and divination I believe we have Hera’s blessing as we open the Great Seal today. As Head Priestess, I and only I know the sacred ceremony to open and to close the Great Seal. Once the hated Primes and their loyal slaves are inside, we can and will close the Great Seal again. But be warned Sisters, it is written that time travels differently behind that Seal. Who knows what horrors may try to escape when we open it."

As the Priestess droned on to the assembled Amazons the Queen, a very traditional and deeply religious woman, nevertheless leaned towards her General and asked, "How badly were we hurt?"

Frowning in thought, the General, a very intelligent woman and a nonbeliever, answered truthfully "My Queen, in truth I do not know the full extent of our casualties yet, maybe in the next few weeks I will have discovered all. I can tell you we have lost over 500 Amazons today, and 67 of our 75 space worthy flying crafts. As you know, our spare parts are gone." at the Queen’s frown, the General corrected herself, "Your pardon, my Queen, I mean the Sacred Magical Gifts to repair our craft given us by the Gods, have run out. We do not have the knowledge to make the parts required to repair our craft. One more small space battle, and we will run out of flying craft capable of reaching space."

The Queen frowned again. "General Zuria, I like neither your tone, nor your implications that somehow the Gods are at fault." Holding up her hand to still her General, "I know the old argument young lady, you are barely 70 years old, when you get to be 200 hundred years old, as am I, with some gray in your hair, you will perhaps understand. The revisionary group has always been saying, for over a thousand years, that the Goddesses and Gods made a mistake by not giving us the knowledge to understand and make the parts necessary. When I was younger and foolhardy, I firmly believed in revision much as you do today, but as I grew wiser I learned better. You are my General, therefore design a tactic to lose less ships next time. I am sure that the Goddesses will provide a solution."

Pissed, the General stood frowning beside her Queen and watched. The entire remaining Amazon population, now sadly less than a thousand, were all here today, and all dressed for war.

Immediately after the Great Seal was opened, over 200 Arions, shackled in iron, and 19 of their Primes, shackled in gold, were marched through the portal. As the last prisoner stepped reluctantly through, the Great Seal was shut closed once again with all due rituals.

769 Years Later, twenty days ago, The Great Seal Opens Again.

The fifteen Amazons did not stir from their drugged sleep as the Great Seal slowly opened. The Mercenary grunted as her green eyes looked into his. "Too bad she frowns so much, she could easily be the most beautiful woman in the word if not for her constant frown." He thought.

The woman in question completed the ritual and spun around laughing to face her emissary. She was a tall slim woman who’s green eyes radiated power. "Funny," he thought, "after all the importance the Amazons place on this seal you would have expected them at least to have installed a simple alarm system."

"You know what to do," she hissed, "find me allies and I will reward you with eternal youth. I will open this door again in twenty days, pay attention to the watch I gave you, it should remain true to our time. Do not fail me, for the gifts I have given to you I can also take away!"

"Yes Ma’am," he said as he bowed to her. Massive, powerful legs propelled him forward as he leaped into the portal.

"Fool" she thought as she quickly she shut and sealed the Great Seal once again. With a wave of her hand, all signs of her passage were removed. Removing a vial from her bag, she carefully placed a drop of liquid into each sleeping Amazon guard’s mouth. As she raced away she chuckled as she heard faint weak groans of pain and retching begin to issue from the throats of the guards. She knew that once more, food poisoning would be blamed. After all she had seen to it personally that several other cases of Salmonella food poisoning had plagued the Island recently.

Twenty nights later, with the moon hidden from sight, she had no reason this time to spare the lives of the guards. As ordinary Amazons they stood no chance against her. Carefully stepping over the dead bodies of guards foolish enough to try and stand against her, she began the ritual to open the Great Seal. Within moments, the Great Seal began to crack open. From the mists within the Great Portal stepped her servant, followed by Others. She laughed as Eight cruel looking men and two mutant giants stepped forth. She smiled ruefully. There were not as many as she had wished, but it would do for a beginning. She wondered which one was going to try to betray her, and whether it would happen now or later. "They all look so hungry," she thought.

With a guttural cry in a polyglot mix of Ancient Greek and Arion, a massive man suddenly yelled, "Kill them, we are now free!"

Thinking he was a very foolish man to expose himself so, she watched as he attacked and killed her servant by thrusting a crude sword though his powerful chest. Expecting this betrayal of trust she had come prepared, and certainly didn’t care about a servant so stupid that he had not been on his guard at such an obvious moment. She smirked as seven pairs of eyes lit up with red light and fired heat beams at her body, or at what they believed was her body. "Apparently," she thought, "one of them has lost the ability to use heat vision." She watched as her illusory body withstood their attacks without harm, smiling she herself struck back from another location. With skill honed from over two thousand years of practice, she casually cast her spells on the ringleader and on one other descendent of the original Arion Primes. As blue flames erupted from their bodies, they began to scream like the lost souls they were. The overwhelming pain they were obviously feeling caused shivers of delight to run up and down her spine. Licking her lips in arousal she watched as the others stopped their attack and watched in horror as two of their numbers slowly changed before their very eyes.

She could hear their bones grind together as their bodies transformed them. Her hands rose up to cup her own breasts and pinch her nipples though her almost sheer green silk gown. Her loins grew wet, another climax cresting like a wave within her, as their screams change from human screams to something no longer human.

When the screaming stopped she smiled and said "You others will join me in life, or you will join them in death! Now kneel and show respect for your Mistress and Queen," her illusion calmly stated in both Ancient Greek and in Arion. As the two men she had struck assumed the shape of fat pigs, she smiled an evil smile as small orgasm caused her to softly gasp.

Gulping, fear showing plainly in their eyes, the men knelt, watching in horror as the pigs knelt as well. She smiled to herself, knowing all too well that to these men what she had just done was dark evil magic. In a way it was, for since she was the last living daughter of one of the very last Ancient ones ever to reside on the earth, she had often confused magic with science in her own practices. It was not until just a few years ago she had learned that her favorite spell, which had made her famous a millennium and a half ago, was part science and part magic, instead of entirely the latter. She still had no idea just how much more of that ancient nano-technology stuff was still hidden within the Ancient Ones’ vault, or for that matter even where the damned vault was. She only knew that she had the means to transport small qualities of the weird stuff to any target and that it always turned men into pigs. But unfortunately it only worked on men. Perhaps, in some unimaginable fashion, the ancient who had made that stuff hated men, for after all were not men already pigs?

Concentrating, she used her telekinesis to send eight silver headbands floating over to the eight remaining humans and giants. As each man gasped, a headband settled into place and adhered itself to his head. Her illusion vanished as she herself stepped out from the shadows and into their view. "You will address me as Queen if you address me at all. You are to be my warriors, assuming of course that I don’t kill you or worse. In return for your steadfast loyalty I will reward you." She smiled as one of the men suddenly screamed in pain and fell face first onto the ground. "Oh yes, on the other hand if you try to cause me any harm in any fashion, or to run away from serving me, your mind will be blasted by the most excruciating pain. If need be, I can administer this pain in such a way that I will have forgotten all about you for centuries before it finally destroys you."

With a pretty shrug of her shapely shoulders she muttered and cast another spell. Once again the remaining men stared in horror as another of their numbers turned into a fat pig. "Anyone else?" she asked with almost a hopeful lilt to her beautiful voice. No one dared to move, and just in case, they endeavored not even to think!

"Good; I see you can learn new tricks. Well never let it be said that I am a parsimonious Mistress, are any of you hungry?" At their careful nods she smiled and added, "I seem to have an excess of delicious tasting pork; please help yourselves." She watched fascinated, a small smile on her perfect lips, as the giants (huge four-armed, two-headed men, well over ten feet tall) leaped at the pigs. The others were not far behind. Singling out one of the men she commanded "You! cook a couple of ribs for me, I find myself to be just a little hungry, don’t burn them."

This morning

After they had eaten their fill of pork, only one of the pigs managed to escaped, she had tested them and was delighted to discover that they were far stronger than she expected. Two were at least as strong as modern male Prime, while the others were almost as strong. The Giants, proved to be slower and not as smart the others, but were even stronger than a full Arion Prime. But still, all were little more than savages and brutes.

Casting a spell of invisibility over her palace troops, as she liked to think of them, she led them towards the glen where she had spied Diana and the Velorian Protector. She laughed as fortune seemed to smile on her as all of her troops seemed to excel in sneaking around.

Less than one hundred feet from the edge of the cove one of the smartest ones quietly captured the redheaded slave girl. Carefully, she supervised the transfer of the slave to one of the giants, ensuring that the girl’s mouth was covered the entire time so that she could not cry out a warning. Quickly she ordered her men into position. Once they were ready, she smiled and stepped up to the terrified slave girl. Removing the giant’s hand from the girl’s lips she ordered, "Scream now bitch, scream for your Mistress."

She frowned in disgust as the silly girl silently shook her head ‘No’ and remained stubbornly quiet.

"Break her leg, she will scream then." Amazed, she watched as one giant actually had to strain a bit before, with a loud snap, the leg broke. She growled in anger as the silly slut turned very pale, but actually remained stubbornly silent. With a vicious smile on her lips she grasped Vixens shapely ankle and pulled and twisted the injured leg. She could hear bone ground on bone. After several vicious twists Vixen finally screamed in intense pain and fainted. "Hold her," she ordered the giants.

She missed seeing one of her men hitting Diana in the stomach, sending her flying back to crash head first into a boulder.

Canceling the invisibility spells, she raised her voice. "Surrender, my princess and become my slave bitch again," a woman’s commanding voice rang out. Suddenly, appearing as if by magic, five powerful human males appeared at the edge of the glen, one of whom was rubbing his knuckles as if he had just hit something. Behind them, stepping out of the jungle were two ten foot tall monsters, with Vixen’s limp form hanging between them. Just a step behind the men, floating afoot above the ground, was a woman wearing a green tunic.

Fairchild

Quickly kneeling down at Laura’s side, I fully intended to wake her up. But she was already muttering "What the fuck," as she struggled to wake herself up fully. She looked like she was having a hard time keeping her eyes open. The woman in green ordered, "Capture them, you may beat them if you wish, but capture them alive if you value your souls! The Velorian Protector is the naked blonde, the one with the gold belt is just a sex slave. My magic will aid you in capturing the Protector." Three grinning savage Primes leaped at Laura and me. Before they hit us, Laura pushed me away, sending me tumbling off to one side.

Sitting up, I could not help staring in horror at my friend Vixen. She was hanging limply from two monsters’ hands, and I could barely detect any signs of life within her. But in my heart I knew that my mighty Mistresses would protect me and her.

Unable to see or hear what had just happened, Diana righted herself, pulling her head and shoulders from the sand. She cursed as she stood up, shaking her head and flipping her black hair from her eyes and back behind her. She was not badly hurt, but she was shaken. Who could be attacking? Especially here on Colchica?!! That blow had actually hurt. She was startled to see two savage looking men leaping towards her, covering fully thirty yards in one bound.

Diana stepped lightly to her right side, avoiding completely one assailant’s attack, and grasped the left arm of the other attacker. Using his strength and speed to her own advantage, she twisted and slammed him into the other. With the sound of two armored cars crashing together, they went down in a tangle of limbs. In the blink of an eye and seemingly unhurt, the Primes leaped back to their feet and attacked her again. This time they separated and attacked from both sides using some degree of skill.

Fairchild was terrified to see Laura and her three attackers rolling over and over on the ground.

Laura for her part, found that she could not seem to concentrate enough to fight these smelly men effectively. Already she had discovered that she was just stronger than any two of them, but three were proving to combine too much force for her to deal with effectively. As two struggled against her, trying to pin her mighty arms against her sides, the other had wrapped his legs around her waist and was hitting her head with all his might. Her head ringing from numerous blows, she struggled to fight back. Seemingly unable to hit any of them, she switched tactics, and chose one of the men who was trying to immobilize her arms, she wrapped her own legs around his head. As if by magic, her strong but still feminine legs became living bars of steel as massive muscles sprang into action. The man whose head was now between her legs screamed as he felt pressure like he had never felt before deforming his skull.

The muffled screams of their companion startled the other two. The one hitting Laura’s head stopped and stared in shock. Not only was this woman powerful enough to be still fighting them, but his best blows seemed only to make her more angry, and the sheer size of the muscles on her legs were mind boggling. Her legs were now larger than his own powerful legs! Screaming a war cry, he redoubled his efforts, striking her head with his iron hard fists.

Fairchild watched in helpless horror as a giant lumbered towards her Mistress. Her friend Vixen, unconscious, was still draped across the hands of the other giant. She screamed, "NO!!" as the giant ripped off his own dirty kilt. As his massive and very dirty member, fully 24 inches long and 4 inches in diameter, revealed itself.

Vixen woke up groaning in pain as her broken leg was twisted again.

Diana forced herself to relax and stop thinking about what could be happening to Vixen. Distracting thoughts of Vixen being hurt was hampering her fighting ability. As she stepped back and to one side, preventing one of the men from attacking her from behind, she analyzed their tactics and skill. Deciding that neither one of them had any great skill at all, she allowed her attackers to approach her from either side.

Waiting until they had committed themselves to a specific attack, she used her flying power to lunge sideways towards the man on her left and grabbed him by his wrist and elbow. This time she used her own strength to add to her attacker’s strength and speed. Pulling her attacker’s arm over her own shoulder she ducked, spun to face her other opponent, placed her left foot against his knee and flipped him over her. Holding onto his wrist, she used him like a giant hammer to hit the other attacker on the head.

Sand and rock blasted up into the air as the men were driven into the soil. Leaping to one side Diana stumbled as she saw for the first time Circe. Her knees suddenly felt as if they were to weak to support her as the word Mistress thundered compulsively through her head. She suddenly felt very unsure of herself. She had prayed that she would never meet Mistress Circe again. Even after all these thirty plus years, she found to her horror that the mere sight of Circe could still cause her to tremble in dread and fear. Taking a several rapid deep breaths she strove to calm herself as she dodged a clumsy swing by a giant.

Suddenly Laura’s confusion seemed to end. She used her free arm to strike the one hitting her head. Striking with her fingers held stiff like a spearhead, she struck his sternum with all of her might. She felt her hand actually indent his heavily muscled abdomen to a depth of several inches before he shot off of her like a rock launched from a catapult. He landed in the surf several hundred yards away.

Frantically Karic pounded massive blows onto the woman’s legs. Never in his life had he felt such power from a woman. He was afraid that she was literally going to squish his head. Suddenly he remembered the tales of the Old Ones about a hero that had defeated a blonde female Goddess by using her own sex against her. Desperately, seeing no other option, he moved one hand down until he could feel her labia. With one hand he reached up and grasped one of her large breasts and began to massage it with all of his strength. Using his thumb he began to vibrate her nipple with thousands of pounds of force. With his other hand he spread her lower lips and exposed her clitoris. Using his hands and heat vision he played with her clit, simulating her forcefully.

Laura arched her back, as undesired and almost overwhelming pleasure slammed into her brain. The other man quickly used all of his strength to force her arms back behind her back.

"My beautiful slave kneel before your true Mistress," Circe said in a commanding tone to Diana while bright green unearthly fire created fascinating designs just over her hands.

Fairchild watched in shock as first Laura was overpowered and now Diana stood motionless, staring at that woman, mouthing the single word Mistress over and over again, seeming oblivious to the giant’s approach. Behind her one of the savage men was slowly regaining his feet. Vixen’s sudden scream of pain shattered the air, shaking Diana and Fairchild to the core.

Fairchild was horrified to see her lover and friend Vixen scream in pain as the giant holding her forced himself inside of her. Tears were streaming down her face a she wailed in pain.

Diana frantically dodged as the Giant behind her swung its massive fists. Barely avoiding its clumsy strikes, Diana set herself to kick the giant in one of its heads. She froze and her heart sank as Circe called out in a ringing, clear voice, "Stop fighting you sluts, or this slave will die most painfully."

As Diana stopped, Vixen desperately screamed out, "No, keep fighting Mistress."

Looking at Vixen, now impaled on the giant’s member, her gentle head held firmly between two of its large hands, Diana replied sadly, "I cannot, little one. There are simply too many for me to defeat, and many of them are stronger than I."

Circe laughed, "Diana, once you used to be my best sex slave before that super bitch Kassandra, stole you away from me. But never mind the loss. Now I will simply have the fun of breaking you all over again."

An Arion Prime staggered up behind Diana, grasped her unresisting wrists and pinned her arms behind her back. Laura cried out in pain and pleasure as the two Primes forcing themselves on her proceeded to use her own body’s reactions against her.

Vixen screamed "No, not because of me, I love you too much, Diana!!" Then as Fairchild and Diana watched horrified, Vixen lifted her good leg up, then using all of her remaining strength, pushed and twisted her body. The loud crack of her neck breaking tore Diana’s heart right out of her chest, leaving her feeling that her very soul was a sudden bloody ruin! Fairchild screamed, Vixen’s heroic act snapping something deep in Fairchild’s mind.

Fairchild felt herself getting angrier and angrier. Screaming like a mad woman, she struggled and pulled at her belt. As the giant behind Circe dropped Vixen’s limp body to the ground, Circe watched in amazement as the blond mere sex slave fought against her golden belt. Her formerly slim and fit femme arms were swelling with previously unrevealed muscles. The tendons on her wrist looked like steel cables as she slowly stretched the gold. Suddenly sensing danger, Circe cast, but held off activating, a spell.

Suddenly purple lightning shot out from the slave’s body in all directions as the gold belt dropped to her feet. The slave’s scream of hate and anger rose in volume, filling the clearing. Amazons a hundred miles away stopped what they were doing and listened in awe as a Goddess screamed. "I AM AURORA, MAY THE GODDESS HELP ME!!!" In a far lower tone she added firmly "My name is Aurora. Forgive me Vixen."

Quickly yelling "kill them!" Circe waited until the last giant lumbered past her towards Aurora before she activated her spell.

Like an avenging angel of death, Aurora moved so rapidly that to the giant she was a blur as she smashed into him, knocking him upwards. Following him into the air, her hands became a blur as she struck him blow after blow in his stomach. Her eyes narrowed in anger as the world turned red. Like twin megawatt lasers her heat vision lashed out and hit the giant’s stomach. Instantly vaporizing his hide garments as her fists struck again and again in the same spot. Each blow knocking him higher into the sky.

The vision of Vixen’s body falling bonelessly to the ground still filling her mind, for the first time in her entire life, Diana felt the urge to kill her opponents! Seeing red, she screamed an oath of vengeance, and using the Arion Prime behind her as a stable platform, she kicked out with both feet, catching the giant square between his legs. Her kick lifted his three thousand pound bulk completely off the ground and sent him careening fully thirty feet away.

Using the momentum she had just gained from the kick, she reversed direction and struck her heels hard into the right ankle of the Prime still holding her. Both of them hit the ground hard, the Prime losing his hold on one wrist as Diana twisted like a madwoman. She spun in his arms, striking with the heel of her hand against the bridge of his nose. At the same time she kneed him as hard as she could, then struck at his eyes with her fingers. She knew that she could not seriously hurt a Prime with such blows, but she was hoping he would let go of her other wrist.

As the painful blows slammed into him, he instinctively released her arm to strike back. He discovered she was far faster than he was. All of his blows were easily blocked by her bracelets while she landed twice as many blows as he did, even if they were weaker. Hope briefly flickered in his cruel eyes as his friend attacked this black haired witch of a woman. His mouth dropped open as Diana continued to hit him while she dodged his friends every blow.

Diana slammed blow after blow into him, and repeatedly she was able to deliver round house kicks to his head. Gathering her strength as her adrenaline flowed, she give him no chance to recover or to gather his thoughts. Finally after almost a hundred blows he was swaying like a drunk.

Her normally pleasant smile resembled a grim reaper’s smile. Like the warrioress she was Diana found herself actually looking forward to her next series of moves. So rarely was she truly able to delve into her more deadly fighting techniques, against a strong and evil opponent that she felt really deserved death.

In an instant she made her attack, her motions again becoming a blur to these savage foes as she stepped forward and to the Prime's side. She felt every muscle in her arm turning to warm steel as she struck, her fingers extended straight out, her sharp, invulnerable fingernails leading the way.

A shockwave exploded outward from her strike, the raw power behind the blow more than even the Princess of the Amazons could normally bring to bear, and she applied herself completely to the strike, holding nothing back.

No attention was available for defense in this supreme effort, for a moment her guard was completely down, every ounce of her concentration, anger, and love for her friends funneled through not just her arm, but her entire body, the muscles of her whole frame straining for each touch of extra force.

The devastating strike impacted just behind his jaw and beneath his ear, the fingernails forcing themselves up among the connective tissues, between the bones, shifting softer tissues in ways they were never meant to move, not tearing the skin, but dislocating his jaw.

Instantly the nerve clusters centered there went into veritable convulsions, his body was driven away from Diana with all the excessive force of the blow, his totally unconscious body landing several hundred yards away.

"Praise Hera! I have just knocked out a Prime!" she thought as she spun around expecting to be struck by the other prime. She was surprise to that her opponent had vanished.

The sound of thunder rolled across the heavens, shockwaves from Aurora’s punches to the giants midsection. Miles high in the morning sky, Aurora grabbed the unconscious giant, flexed the tight flying muscles of her own buttocks and legs, impelled herself with the giant straight downwards at over a hundred gee's of force. Spotting a finger of rock projecting from the sea just off the coast of Colchica that Diana called the spear of the giants, she threw him as hard as she could. Sea birds scattered as the giant’s body smashed onto the point of the hard granite spike. Hard rock flew in all direction as the giant laid still, three feet of granite protruding from his back.

Laura moaned as her legs were slowly forced apart by the two Arions. Subject to the most pronounced weakness of her Velorian race, she was totally lost in passion simply from the physical stimulation she was receiving, and the fact that her lovers were enemies had been driven completely out of her consciousness!

It felt so good as a powerful hand massaged her breasts and nipples while an equally powerful hand rubbed her clit and nether lips. When the Prime between her powerful legs was able to force his head forward and take her clit between his teeth she orgasmed, losing control of her arms and legs. Quickly, the Prime holding her arms tied both hands behind her back, using her own invulnerable hair.

Her arousal triggered the release of her pheromones. The smell of honey and wild flowers exploded into the air, filling the glen as the Primes’ desire to harm her was instantly washed away by tides of their own lust.

Flipping her onto her back, both Primes ripped off their kilts. The one leaping again in between her legs gripped her hips and thrust her onto his aroused member, surging into her. With a primal scream he thrust into her, bending down to suck on one breast, his teeth biting down on her large nipples.

The other Prime picked her up by her free breast, bringing the entire weight of his comrade-in-arms along by default! He poised, preparing to rape her from behind.

His arousal vanished instantly as a powerful fist hit him just below his ear. He tumbled end over end to smash into a grove of trees. Laura gasped as the other Prime was torn off of her and thrown straight up into the air. Aurora quickly flipped Laura onto her front and untied her hands.

With a maniacal roar of rage the first Prime charged out of the trees. With an equally unlimited scream of rage Aurora flew to meet him only to be flipped over his shoulder and into the ground. Screaming, she stood up and swung at him only to see him avoid her blow and strike her twice with his fists. Again and again she tried to strike him only to be blocked, tripped or flipped and then hit solidly in the face.

Laura shaking her head to clear her thoughts, glared upwards, waiting for her own Prime to fall back down to her. Diana arrived on the scene and could not figure out what Laura was doing as she ripped a boulder from the ground and placed carefully it in a specific spot, until she followed Laura’s eyes upwards. Watching Aurora fighting the other Prime, she judged that Aurora was in no real danger. Hearing a groan of pain from the jungles edge, Diana’s heart almost stopped. Not daring to hope she took off running.

Laura waited, knowing that the falling Prime was helpless to dodge or even to block her blow effectively. From his flailing around she could tell he knew nothing about free falling or she wouldn’t even attempt this stunt. Fortunately for her, he was falling roughly feet first.

Waiting until the last second, Laura grabbed his ankles, and adding her great strength to his speed she slammed him face first into the four foot granite boulder she had so carefully placed. She was amazed that the boulder did not break, but instead it was literally pounded half way into the ground. Swinging the Prime up again by his ankles, she slammed him back into the boulder. Satisfied that he was unconscious and would remain so for quite a while, she turned to help Aurora.

"No Laura, it’s her fight, let her learn, heal, and grow from it," Diana called out to her friend and lover. "Instead come over here and help me."

Only Laura’s trust in Diana allowed her to turn from her friend, she could see that this Arion Prime had some skill in fighting, while she knew her Aurora did not.

Aurora grunted as his fist hit her again on the jaw. "How can I beat him if I can’t even hit him?" she wondered. As she picked herself up from the ground for what seemed like the twentieth time, Diana’s voice floated softly across the glen. "Aurora, brush the Unicorn’s mane."

Aurora

"I am so stupid sometimes," she thought as she stood up and faced him. Sliding her left foot forward, turning her right about forty five degrees away from her left foot, she cupped her right hand at chest level as if she was holding a brush, and holding her left hand just under her right elbow, she waited for his attack.

I watched as he confidently closed to punch me in the face yet again. She imagined that he was thinking "She may be far stronger than he, but he had so far proved to be the better fighter."

Diana somehow knew that I was still listening to her. I could hear her whispered instruction to me, and I could only hoped the Prime could not. As he jabbed with his left hand, I was as surprised as he was when I succeeded in grabbing his left wrist, pulling him off balance and allowing me to land my first blow with my left hand. I smiled as I struck his armpit as hard as I could, remembering Diana telling me something about a pressure point. "Very good, now Dance" Diana whispered.

Hurt, he struggled to break her grip, his eyes widen in shock and disbelief when discovered he couldn’t! Her arm was huge bulging with muscles, now larger than his own.

Suddenly the ‘Dance’ Diana had been teaching me made sense. I continued the steps of the Dance and a part of me watched in awe as I hit him again and again. Part way though the dance he slid into inky blackness thinking that Circe had been completely wrong about who the true Protector was. Blow after blow struck the unconscious prime until he began to bleed from his ears and nose.

Opening my hand I allowed his body to fall to the ground. Suddenly the rage in my heart felt empty and hollow. I turned and stared, seeing Diana and Laura next to Vixen’s body proved far too much for me to bear. I was so ashamed! It was my fault that Vixen was dead! Whatever must they think of me!

I couldn’t imagine how they could force themselves to even touch me! A weak, despicable slave, who couldn’t even save her friend! Their very flesh must be crawling in revulsion! Vixen was the true hero, for without power or the skill to fight, she had still managed to turn the tide of the fight towards victory in her own fashion.

I collapsed to the ground sobbing, no longer powerful, a pitiful heap of flesh. I was surprised as Laura picked me up and cradled me in her arms. Though my tears I watched in helpless horror as she carried me over to Diana and to Vixen’s body. Laura set me down next to Diana. I almost screamed in despair as Diana gently placed Vixen’s dead hand in my hand. But then all the breath left my body and I froze as Vixen’s thoughts invaded my own: "Don’t cry honey, I am not dead, I’m just hurt."

"She’s not dead, Vixen lives," Laura confirmed, as I looked frantically around at Laura and Diana.

I found myself unable to meet Diana’s eyes as I started to sob again. Tears of relief and self hatred seemed to flow from my eyes at the same time. "How can you endure to even be near me?" I sobbed. "Look what I’ve become! I’m so hateful! I am supposed to be a Planetary Protector, yet even now I feel the urge to kneel down at you feet. It was only luck that Vixen was able to survive. I am a worthless slave!"

Laura began speaking gently into my ear. "Dear heart, I don’t hate you, and I never could. You are my love, my lover, my dearest friend, and I would eagerly give my very life for you. You took me when I was merely human, and made me into your superwoman and your friend. You’ve shared your life, your bed, and your Chris, and given me your passion and your love. You have been so generous and so freely giving, never asking a thing in return. You are strong, you are beautiful, you are courageous, and you are so very, very sexy! I’ve been hopelessly in love with you since the day we met on the airplane, and I’ll love you till the end of my life. You are my creator, my goddess, my beloved Aurora!"

Diana continued in my other ear. "You are the Protector of Earth. You are all that stands between the frail inhabitants of that planet and certain death at the hands of the Arions. I admire you profoundly. I know your true strength, and in spite of this recent tragedy, this subjection to the Red Mistress, I know sincerely that your power is undiminished. If you had truly been broken by Sh’Lyra, if Aurora - your wonderful inner woman of depth and beauty - if she had been gone forever, you would have recalled your true self somewhat, even if only as a distant memory. But your essence is so strong, so beautiful, and so invincible that it had to be buried completely for this insidious brainwashing to have its effect. My dearest sister, I also love you, and I love you deeply. Even as Fairchild you have inner strength and an urge to protect. How else do you explain how you, a helpless slave as you just called yourself, just managed to save us all. You tore off a solid gold belt. I am afraid that you my sweet Aurora, or sweet Fairchild if you prefer, are a true hero and I am proud to have fought beside you this day."

Deeply moved by their convincing words, I gently held Vixen’s hands and studied both Laura and Diana. Carefully searching each of their faces carefully through a veil of hot tears to be sure. All I could see was sincerity, openness, affection and tenderness. And I wept anew at the deep wells of moisture brimming and overflowing from each of their beautiful eyes. But my sobs and tears were now those of release and relief. I gratefully embraced these two strong and resourceful women who had been willing to endure so much on my behalf!

Healers, both of them! Strong, powerful, courageous, loving healers who had been willing to play the parts of tyrannical sadists for me at such painful cost to their true gentle natures, and to play these parts so completely that they had been able to reach past my self-delusions and into my very soul and pluck me out!

These two strong and compassionate women now joined freely in my weeping as we all caressed and hugged each other, and kissed, and wept, our tears soon becoming mutual tears of joy and ecstasy!

Until suddenly a weak thought echoed through all of our minds, "Hey Mistresses, you’re getting me all wet down here, can’t a poor injured foxy love slave get a little respect?" A second later Vixen blinked her eyes and stared at Aurora and gulped weakly "Yes Mistress" as Aurora’s thoughts thundered in her head.

"Vixen," I thought tenderly yet very sternly as I stared into her green eyes, "I forbid you from ever doing such a stupid heroic thing again as long as I am this worlds protector. If you do I swear I will tan your fair bottom until you cannot sit on it for a month."

A weak smile and a "Yes my friend and Mistress" was her only answer.

Sharon Best, Aurora Universe, Copyright 1995,1996,1997

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