Just a Story
By: Callisto
Wolf
Disclaimer:
This is an Uber story. Xena and
Gabrielle do not belong to me. They
belong to MCA/Universal and Ren. Pictures.
I am not claiming them as mine.
Just borrowing their likeness.
Violence:
There is violence. Nothing too
graphic. In other words, nothing you
wouldn’t see on T.V.
Love/Sex Disclaimer: This story depicts a relationship between two women. One the master, the other the slave. There is no graphic sex. Just mild sex.
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I’ve grown accustom to my new life here. In all actuality it’s not a very bad
life. I get three meals a day, and
plenty of rest. So what if I’m considered
a slave. I don’t hate my master, to
tell the truth I’ve grown quite fond of her.
And I know in my heart she’s fond of me too, even though she refuses to
admit it. I know she can’t admit it; it’s against her station. Things come between us all to frequently. My inability to speak one of the most common
problems. I secretly despise the other
Nobles; they twist my masters thinking to their way.
After she found me, we settled into a comfortable
routine, almost dissolving titles away.
Some nights, after I have cleared the evening meal away, we sit in the
foyer. My master seated in her favorite
chair, while I sit myself at her right side on the floor. She would sit quietly, drinking her mead
idle, not paying it much heed. I
usually took this time to catch up on the sewing or write fanciful tales that
my master so enjoyed.
When her mead was nearly finished, she’d ask me some
little question or inquiry usually about how my day was. On rare occasions she’d tell me what she
planned to do to me that night, causing me to blush. She had begun learning my gestures soon after she discovered I
was mute. I sign to her, sometimes
having to write what she doesn’t understand.
She told me once, during one of these “talks”, that she was very
grateful I could hear and understand her as perfectly as a normal person
could. Glad that the only thing wrong
with me was that I couldn’t speak.
The Nobles would come sometimes alone, sometimes
with one of their own slaves. I never
really was able to talk to these visiting slaves. Sure they would start a conversation with me but stop after
realizing that I couldn’t speak. I was
without friends, except for my master.
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A Noble came by today bringing her slave in with
her. These Nobles only pay my master
visits to show off before her. When I
first arrived here I thought my master was of a higher rank than she
undoubtedly is. I assume she is a lower
ranking Noble than the ones that visit.
These Nobles bring their slaves mainly to have sport
with us, as if we were lowly dogs in a ring.
I guess that’s how they view their slaves. Just mere dogs. I dreaded
these humiliating contests. I try my
best at them, but I usually end up defeated.
I want so badly to bring my master honor with my victories, but they are
few and far between.
Other times when no challenges were issued, the
visiting Noble would sit with my master talking of different events. All the while their eyes were on me, willing
me to make a mistake. Belittling my
master by saying she wasn’t training me properly. Saying that I was an unfit slave, needing punishment.
They would stare at my master, wanting her to
disagree with them. She never
disagreed, she simply said “Punish her.”
They would grab me and pull me to the floor, ripping my clothing out of
their way. They’d use their phallic rod
on me. I never really understood why
they carried it; even my master carried one.
I understand now.
I lay there, unemotional, not showing anything. I let my eyes drift to my master, seeking
comfort in her. She turned away from
me, but not before I saw the hurt on her face.
The Nobles never took long in dealing my punishment. I never was seriously physically injured;
only my pride was wounded. The only
physical evidence was that they left me tender and raw.
When it was over I was a model slave, not making any
mistakes. Of course my master would
have to bear their verbal downgrading as they proclaimed that their slave was
how all slaves should act. That the
better the slave, the better the Noble.
My master would listen to these harsh women. Then for the remainder of their visit she would deal with me as
if I were an insolent child. Days after
the visit, she kept the unyielding ice attitude; as if she were afraid they
were watching.
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There was one Noble though that was descent. Her name was Anya. She was slight of build and reminded me of someone from my past
with here fair hair and skin. You could
almost say she looked a bit like Princess Jade’s daughter from my
homeland. I suspected that this Noble
was a different line than the rest of those heathens. She never challenged my master for that I was grateful. When my master saw that it was Anya visiting
instead of one of the others, she brightened and relaxed. Anya’s slave was even kind to me.
When Anya’s slave and I would work together in the
kitchen or where ever we were told. She
would “talk” with me as if I were like every other person. She even tried to understand me. I was surprised one day when Anya’s sent her
to deliver a message, stating that I write a tale for her. I was excited at the news and cold barely
hide the fact. Praying that my master
would concede to such a request. My
master’s face mirrored my excitement at the mention of my talent. Giving me permission to scribe, for Anya,
the best tale I could imagine.
She sent us to the study to complete the task. Soon as the door was closed Anya’s slave
began talking, telling me all about her day.
It didn’t surprise me that she never talked about her master or the
other Nobles. She did sometime mention
other slaves though. I wondered what
went on between other slaves and their masters, but I hadn’t broached the
subject as of yet. She started to ask
questions today while I wrote my tale. I was glad to be near plenty of paper; I
could actually answer her without acting my answers out.
She inquired about my homeland. I told her how my mother was an assistant of
the Sacred One, our ruler. I told her
that there weren’t any slaves in Giya.
How I had been traveling to the Far Provinces when our ship was hit bye
a fierce storm and lost at sea. I had
seized a barrel and swam as best I could.
I watched her read my thoughts. Watching her expression as she realized how
lucky I was to be alive. My master came
in and took the paper from Anya’s slave assuming it was my story. My throat tightened as she started to read.
When finished she ordered Felicitia, Anya’s slave,
from the room She then calmly spoke to me, asking why I never told her about my
past. I simply replied that she never
really asked me. I saw her eyes flash
anger, and then quickly vanish. She
gently cupped my cheek and told me that I was free to speak of what ever I
wanted. I wanted her to stay with me so
that I might continue to gaze into her crystal blue eyes, that’s what I
wanted. Felicitia re-entered and I decided
to tell her everything about my master and me.
She told me that her relationship with her master
was very similar to mine. But the
others Nobles never pressured Anya that whenever they were alone, they were
equals. I longed for when, if ever, my master
and I would be equals. I finished the
story and Felicitia departed. I know
not what possessed me to tell my master all Felicitia had revealed to me. I felt she needed to know that she wasn’t
the only Noble that had feelings for her slave. She remained silent for the rest of the evening, going to bed
early.
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The next day Anya paid my master a visit in high
spirits. She presented my master with a
scroll, declaring that a tournament was being held within the next three
days. The winner’s prize was a
promotion to Battle General, Anya’s current rank. From what I understood, this rank would be several ranks above
most other Nobles. My master so
deserved this. I had watched her train
and knew she was an excellent warrior.
My master told Anya that she would attend the tournament. Anya seemed giddy as she rode away.
There was something strange about how Anya acted
compared to the other Nobles. They
never showed outright emotions. Never
smiling when war or violence was not mentioned. Anya on the other had did show some emotions. I wanted to find out more about her, but I
didn’t know how, even Felicitia only knew a limited amount of her past. There was something extremely familiar about
her. Of course my master is also just
as mysterious of her past. That night
my master described what the tournament events would consist of.
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Today was the tournament and my heart sand with the
thought that my master might not make it through. I have faith in my master’s ability, but this tournament was to
the death. She dressed in her chain
mail and leather. I wanted to kiss her
for luck before she entered the arena, but I held back. She walked out with her head held high
emanating pure confidence in her victory.
Anya and Felicitia joined me in the private box. Slipping her hand in mine Felicitia smiled,
reassuring me.
My heart leapt into my throat as the horns blew
signaling the start. I watched knowing
I could not look away even if I tried.
Awe struck at the speed in which these two women were moving. Nearly crying out when my master was felled.
A steady hand kept me rooted to my seat as Anya held me in place. I stared as my master regained her feet in
mere seconds. The battle grew bloody
then when my master drew first blood, driving her sword into the woman’s
leg. The warrior continued on, but it
was evident that she was tiring fast.
The woman now lay on the ground trying to regain her
footing for a final attack. My master
stood above her waiting for her to stand.
The woman slashed at my master, with agile reflexes she jumped out of
the way. The woman’s blade only caused
a flesh wound on my master's thigh. I
wanted to rush down there to her side and make sure she was all right. My
master finished the battle quickly by slicing the woman’s throat. I couldn’t stand the wait for her to return
to me. I couldn’t even hear the Grand
Noble announce her victory over the pounding of my own heart.
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That night, after I had tended to her wounds, we lay
in our bed as she told me how she had changed during that one fight. How she was tired of the Noble’s and their
thoughts of her. I wanted to tell
her I agreed but I decided to let her finish.
She turned to me and gazed into my eyes telling me that she didn’t
want to deny her feelings anymore. That
she wanted the whole world to know about us.
I cried tears of joy as she said that she would even give up being
a Noble just to be able to hold me in public.
“I love you.” She said and
I returned it fully.