PRINCESS OF POWER
By London Shye
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Princess Of Power
Copyright © 2002 by London Shye
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Chapter 1
The sun is setting on her valley. This is her favorite time of day. She sits high up on her throne, made of gold and jewels, to take in the view of the other women frolicking about under the waterfall. As she watches, the men slaves fan her with large palm leaves. The slaves are shackled at their ankles, which have tight chains attached to penis rings. If one tries to escape, the ring will tighten and quite literally unman the man. She does this to them because she detests men. She remembers when she was a little girl, and men ruled over the women. She remembers being raped at the age of eight. She also remembers women being publicly stoned to death because their husbands had tired of them. Her mother was one of them.
Her name is Leanndra. She is the ruler now. At twenty-six, she has been in power for five years. It seems like yesterday when the uprising occurred. Leanndra led the revolt into freedom for all the women. Many women died that day. But only because they were idiots, she thinks to herself.
A young woman named Teina approaches Leanndra and bows down to her. She is a shy little thing of seventeen. Her dark hair falls across her breasts as if caressing them. Leanndra can’t help but notice how plump they seem and reaches out to touch them. The young woman lets out a soft sigh of approval.
“I’ve drawn your bath, my lady,” the young woman whispers.
Leanndra hardly notices the words. She’s too busy teasing the young woman’s nipples. “Thank you. You may go now.” she whispers back.
As Leanndra stands, she towers over the young woman. Teina gives her a smile and hurries off. Leanndra has become used to the attention. Women fawn over her. And why not? Her beauty is beyond compare. With dark black hair streaked by the sun, reaching her waist and full of ringlets. Her eyes are a steel, cold blue that can cut right through to your soul. Her frame is a solid five feet eight inches, a chiseled body with bronzed skin.
She is mean as a snake. But there is also a softer side to Leanndra, one which she does not like to show. If she had feelings, it would make her weak, which she can’t afford right now. The men slaves hated her. They spit at her when she walks by their caged doors. Once, while inspecting the area, she walked too close to a cage door. A man slave grabbed her arm and pulled her into the door. The force ripped her shoulder ligaments and she couldn’t move it for over a month. That particular slave, for his efforts, was beheaded. Leanndra wanted the others to know she would not tolerate insubordination.
Leanndra’s cottage sits atop the highest ridge in the valley, with a backdrop one hundred feet down to the ocean. Palm trees shade the outside. Inside, the floor is a dark, blue marble. There is a rise in the floor where her sleeping quarters are located. A sheer white curtain separates this area from the rest of the room. Other than her bed - which is made of cherry wood and has intricate carvings of cats going up each six foot post - the only other items in her cottage are a table, chair and ivory bathtub.
While she undresses, Leanndra sits down on her bed and thinks how nice a hot, steamy bath would feel. It only takes one click from her buckle to undo her one piece outfit, which is made of leather and cut high on her hips. Straps cross over her thirty six D breasts. Leanndra lies back so she can pull off her thigh-high boots. I hate these boots, she thinks. But she also knows she fought her best battles in them. And one must always be prepared.
But nothing can prepare her for what is about to happen next.
Leanndra wake to the pounding at her door. Her instinct kicks in and she reaches for her sword as she jumps out the window. She makes her way to the front and peers around the cottage. She sees one of the older ladies of the valley standing there and can see tears running down her face from the light of the lantern she carries.
“What’s wrong?” Leanndra asks.
The woman turns to speak and takes in a quick breath of air, which Leanndra finds odd. “My lady, the guards on the outpost of the valley found a small group of women. They’ve been beaten and several are in very bad shape. It doesn’t look good.”
Leanndra feared one day this would happen. The men who escaped after the revolt were called Runaways. She knew they existed, but didn’t think they would dare come near the valley. “Tell the guards I’m on my way.” The older lady takes a few steps down the path and stops to look at Leanndra for one more brief moment. Then, all Leanndra can see is the light of her lantern traveling through the trees.
As she starts to make her way back into the cottage, she realizes how chilly the night air feels against her bare breasts and why the older woman had paused for a second look.
The sun is rising when Leanndra reaches the outpost. “How many?” she asks.
“There are twenty-two of them. However, three have died. There are another two that I don’t think will make it.” Crystal responds. Crystal is the best guard Leanndra has. She is a tough broad who never sugar coats anything she says. She is also Leanndra’s best friend. “My lady, allow me to hunt down the Runaways who did this. I will bring back their eyes like a sack of marbles.”
Leanndra can’t help but show a slight grin. “Don’t worry Crystal, you will get your chance. We’ll set out to track them at sundown.”
Then her grin disappears. Her eyes are locked on an image huddled against a large boulder. She walks over and kneels down in front of the girl. Slowly and gently, she touches the young woman’s chin to raise her face. Leanndra feels something in her gut and she doesn’t like it. It is a feeling she has never experienced. The one thing she does know is that sitting before her is the most beautiful creature she has ever seen.
“What’s your name?” Leanndra asks.
“Simone” the young girl answers. She can’t be more than twenty-one. Her eyes are the color of turquoise and her curly auburn hair cascades down around her voluptuous breasts. Her skin is a pale white, her lips full and rose pink. Leanndra thinks for a moment what it would be like to kiss them, but she quickly puts the thought out of her mind.
“How badly are you hurt, Simone?” she says, already knowing the answer. She can see the deep bruises on her inner thighs and the slash marks on her back.
“I’m ok,” the girl responds as she slips into darkness.
Leanndra feels a surge of anger growing inside. She picks up Simone and heads back to her cottage, shouting back at Crystal, “We leave at sundown!”
Leanndra, Crystal and five other guards head out on foot exactly at sunset. Crystal has spoken to a few of the hurt women, who have told her where to find the Runaways. There are six in all that have done this crime.
“I want them all alive. Does everyone understand?” Leanndra growls.
The women have never seen such fury in their leader. Challenging her decision would not be wise. Leanndra herself doesn't know where this anger is coming from or what is fueling it. All she can think about is Simone.
Chapter 2
As Leanndra approaches her cottage, Mary - the woman left to take care of Simone - greets her. It has been 10 moons since Leanndra went to find the Runaways. Mary can see that Leanndra has fought a hard battle. Her first instinct is to help Leanndra inside, but before she can say or do anything, Leanndra asks, “How is Simone? Is she any better?”
Mary replies, “Come see for yourself, my lady,” as she takes Leanndra's arm and guids her into the cottage. When they enter, a cool breeze sweeps through the room. The curtains that surround her bed blow up and she can see Simone sleeping.
She looks like an angel, Leanndra thinks to herself.
“Let me have your things and I’ll draw you a hot bath, my lady,” Mary said.
“No, I’m fine. I wish to be left alone. You can go now Mary,” Leanndra responds, still not taking her eyes off Simone.
As Mary reaches the door, she turns and asks, “Was your mission a success?”
Leanndra still doesn’t take her eyes off Simone as she replies, “What do you think?”
Once Mary is gone, Leanndra walks over to the bed and looks down at Simone. That feeling in her gut is growing stronger. At that moment, Simone wakes. She smiles up at Leanndra and reaches out to her. “Please lay with me.”
Leanndra crawls in beside of her. “Thank you,” Simone whispers and drifts back to sleep. Leanndra is afraid. For the first time in her life, she can say how fear feels. She knows - looking down at this young woman - that her life will never be the same. That's what scares me, she thinks as exhaustion overtakes her.
When Leanndra wakes, Simone is not next to her. She sits up quickly in a panic.
“You’re awake,” she hears a soft voice say. Simone walks through the curtains and Leanndra thinks she is having a dream until Simone takes her hand. “I’ve drawn you a bath. It’s still hot. I also made you some bread. I went out this morning and picked strawberries, too, so you also have some fresh jam.”
At this point, Leanndra knows she must be dreaming. Simone smiles at her which makes Leanndra weak in the knees. “Come now, before the water gets cold. I’ll be back in a minute.”
All Leanndra can do is watch her walk out the door. Sore and stiff, Leanndra makes her way to the tub and eases herself in. Damn, this feels good. Leanndra lays her head back against the tub and closes her eyes. Her mind is racing with thoughts about Simone that she shouldn’t be thinking. At that moment, Simone enters the cottage unnoticed. Leanndra feels a soft sponge caress her neck and make its way down to her breasts. She smiles. Something she isn’t used to doing.
“Where did you go?” she asks.
“I saw some wildflowers growing and I wanted to pick some for the room,” she replies. “You don’t mind, do you?”
Actually, Leanndra isn’t used to all this girly stuff. But when it comes to Simone, she doesn’t mind. “No, not at all,”she muses. She is enjoying being bathed. It has been a long time since she felt the touch of another woman.
“Now that you’re all clean, let me dry you off,” Simone whispers in her ear. It makes Leanndra shudder. How can someone have this effect on me? she wonders. As she steps out of the tub, Simone greets her by wrapping a cloth around her.
Softly, Simone takes her hand and leads her up the rise to the bed. She reaches up and places her hand behind Leanndra's neck to bring her down to her. “I wanted to thank you again for taking such good care of me.”
Leanndra can’t fight these feelings any longer. Looking deeply into Simone’s eyes, she presses her open lips against hers. She pulls Simone into her body and kisses her with the most passion she had ever felt. Her clothes fall to the floor at the same time Simone takes off her robe. Leanndra has never seen a more beautiful woman. She looks like a Greek goddess.
“Other than...” Simone pauses.
Leanndra puts her finger to Simone’s lips, “shhhhhhh.” It doesn’t take a genius to figure out what Simone wants to say. Other than being raped by a Runaway, she has never been intimate with anyone.
Leanndra isn’t quite sure how to approach this. Her very being wants to ravage her. Instead, she gently lays Simone on the bed. Simone’s body feels like a bed of hot coals under hers. On fire. And the sensation turns Leanndra on even more.
There is no need for words. Leanndra raises Simone’s arms above her head and caresses her skin as if her fingers are feathers. Her mouth covers Simone’s while her tongue pries her lips apart. Then Leanndra sucks on her bottom lip like she had first imagined at the outpost. As her lips make their way to Simone’s neck, she gives a gentle squeeze to her left breast. Simone’s nipples are hard and begging to be suckled. Leanndra trails the tip of her tongue down Simone’s neck until she reaches the nipple. She teases it by flicking her tongue back and forth over it before she takes it into her mouth and bites down with her teeth.