Because I'm the biggest geek ever, I'm posting a Xena fanfic I wrote.
disclaimer: the characters belong to the TV show "Xena: Warrior Princess." Not to me.
Hmm, I hope this is allowed on Suicide Girls.
Then It Wouldn't Be a Birthday Surprise
Thank the gods my birthday is finally over, I say, spreading out our blanket on the grass. Although I have to say, Xena, this years birthday pranks were pretty tame.
Tame? Xena breaks some sticks in half and throws them in the fire, then asks me help her un-do her armor. While I am unfastening the hooks, Xena continues, I thought you were really embarrassed by that little black ring around your eye.
No, I wasnt, I insist. The last hook is stuck; I yank at it until her armor falls to the ground. Underneath she wears a black leather bodice, which I love because it is so soft and so pretty, and it always makes a faint crinkling sound whenever I lean against it.
We sit on the blanket and Xena unlaces her boots. I lean against my elbows, watching her and smiling. Tonight our fire is small and the air is cold. Seriously, Xena, I say. A black eye and a dribble cup? They're somewhat...
Yes? By all means, please be honest.
Well, really, I found the pranks to be fairly unoriginal.
Fairly unoriginal. Oh really. She rolls over onto her side so she is facing away from me. She pauses for a few moments, then says, Gabrielle, if I didnt know better, I might think youre asking for worse.
I scoot over closer to her and press against her, my arms around her waist. I rest my head against her upper back, where her skin is bare and warm and soft. No, Im not. Besides, my birthday is over, so you cant pull anything more on me--not this year, Warrior Princess.
Youre right, Xena mumbles. "Well, next year, I guess." Were sleepy and comfortable. We kiss each other goodnight, then fall asleep quickly. At least I do.
*
I awake with a start and discover the other side of the blanket is empty. Where did Xena go? Xena? I call out, my heart pounding. Did something happendid she go off to fight someone again, without me?or worse yet, did someone attack us while I was asleep, and shes been kidnapped? I shake my head to rid myself of any drowsiness, and I try to stand up so I can search for her; perhaps she's only using the bathroom.
But I find that I cant stand up. I discover I cant move my arms, either. My wrists are bound behind my back, and my legs are tied together, too, at the ankles.
Well now, I hear Xena say from above me.
If I am relieved to hear her voice I dont show it. Xena, whats going on? I ask, jerking my head up to peer at her. Im trying to sound annoyed. In reality, I am thrilled at the sight of her, standing over me, the fire behind her, casting shadows on her face. I cant make out her expression and for a second it terrifies me. Sometimes I catch rare glimpses of her darker side, the side that came out when she was evil, before she met me. I see it when she is in battle, or when we are arguing, or even, for a moment, when we are having sex; and then she becomes fiercely violent and rough. And I like seeing it. It scares me but I like it. I wish I saw it more.
Xena kicks her boots on the dry grass, which she has apparently put back on, and she clears her throat definitively. Gabrielle, who said your birthday is over? The sun hasnt yet risen. The day isnt finished. In fact, your birthday night has just begun.
Xena, this is silly. What are you going to do, leave me here, tied up? You know thats not going to happen, youre too much of a softie
Holy Zeus, Xena mutters. You really are begging for this, arent you?
What? No, I just want to go back to sleep.
I dont believe you. Xena kneels on the blanket and leans over me. Her dark hair hangs down and covers my face. I make a spitting sound, so I dont get any hair stuck in my mouth, and Xena laughs. That's funny, you usually dont mind getting my hair in your mouth, she says. Now, what else am I going to have to do to get you to admit that you love my birthday pranks?
Never, I say, giggling. I expect she'll tickle me, or something harmless like that. I scrunch up my nose because I know she thinks it's cute. In fact, Id go so far as to say that your pranks are no better than a young boys idea of flirting with
You know what? You talk too much, Xena says. She yanks me up so Im in a sitting position, and she holds me between her thighs; my back is turned to her and I can't see her face. She cups her hand over my mouth. Right now, I want you to shut up. Dont talk unless I ask you something. Got it?
Xena, I My words are muffled. Her hand tastes salty, and I bite down to show her I'm still resisting.
Oh, you little whore," she gasps, laughing. She presses her hand harder. I have some rags over there that I can stuff in your mouth if this is going to be a problem.
Im still defiant and intent on showing her I won't play along with her game, and I try to fight against my restraints. But more powerful than any emotion in me, surprise and humiliation and slight annoyance, is the physical feeling between my legsa familiar pulsing that embarrasses me with its strength. The rope holds, not surprisingly. Xena tied me up; of course I cant escape. Come on you little brat, Xena says. Lets get started. Are you going to agree to be a good girl?
I nod, and Xena releases her hand. Thats better. Now stand up.
Xena, you know I cant stand up, not with the way you've tied me.
What did we decide about you talking?
"I'm sorry, but-"
"Talking!" Xena snaps, reaching out and grabbing my throat. "No talking, unless I ask you a question. Look at me. Nod if you understand."
So I nod again, my eyes apologetic. She releases her hold and I gasp for air.
Xena picks me up, slings me over her shoulder, and marches me over to the nearest tree. Before she sets me down, she asks, "I'll take off these ropes if you promise not to struggle. Do you think you can do that?"
"Yes," I answer.
"OK. But if you start wiggling, these are going back on."
I nod, feeling a bit like a puppet, and she instructs me to stand with my back against the tree. A nighttime breeze blows, lifting up my skirt and making me shiver. Xena sees. What's wrong? she asks.
I'm cold.
She grins. I know. Then she pulls out her knife, which she keeps in a pouch at the waist of her bodice. "Are you scared?" she asks me. I shake my head no. With one smooth movement she runs the knife down my top and my skirt, tearing the garmets, and they fall dramatically to the ground. Now Im completely naked, and signifigantly colder.
She comes close to me, her eyes lighting up like they light up when she is in battle, which is frightening and beautiful. She kisses me; she bites my bottom lip, and I bite back. Thats right, she whispers in my ear. Good girl. Bite harder. I nibble at her lip, but she pulls away and, without warning, slaps me across the face. It stings; I think I am blushing.
She snaps, I said harder, Gabrielle, not softer. Don't be such a pussy with me. So I bite her neck, taking the pale skin between my teeth, and she moans, then pushes her tongue in my mouth as reward. But before I can suck on it, she pulls away again, but this time to touch my cheek, her fingernails softly grating against my skin. I stare down at my pale naked legs and feet. No, Gabrielle, look at me, Xena says, hard again. She grabs a fistful of my short hair and yanks my head back so Im staring right into her eyes. They are so blue and so sure, and I believe that she knows what I feel, what Im too embarrassed to ever admit in words to herthat despite my protests, I love this, I love the way it makes me feel. She is cold with me now, harsh and unapologetic, and she also calculates me now without pity; now she can see everything.
You wanted this, didnt you? Xena asks, whispering again in my ear. She reaches down and pinches both my nipples. I squirm, but remembering what she had threatened about the ropes, I try to remain still. She continues, You like it when I humiliate you, dont you?
I shake my head no.
Oh, says Xena. I see I was wrong.
But were both smiling at each other, and she fingers me lightly between my legs, then harder, and then fucks me with her whole hand. Im crying with waves of pleasure, and I look in her eyes again and she says, Beg for it, Gabrielle."
As she fucks me, my back chafes against the bark of the tree. With her other handthe one that isnt fucking meshe scratches her fingernails down my chest and my stomach and my thighs. I dont want it to stop, I dont ever want it to stop. I want more of her inside of me. I want more of her on top of me, against me, over me, I want to disappear in her.
Suddenly she withdraws her hand. "I said beg for it, Gabrielle. Beg for it or Ill stop. Tell me you've been asking for this all along.
As I try to catch my breath, I realize there is still small piece of me that wants to fight against her, and even though I want, more than anything, for her hand to return inside of me, I say, "No, I wasn't asking for this all along."
"That's it," Xena barks. "OK. I've had enough. Turn around. Give the tree a big hug."
She encloses my waist with her two hands and forces me to turn around to face the tree. I put my arms around the trunk; Xena ties my wrists again. She tells me to wait for her, and stand very still, and she disappears. I hear a rustling noise in the background, but I can't turn around to see what's going on. Did she decide, after all, to just leave me here? I would hate that more than anything. I have second thoughts about my decision to act defiant.
Right before I am about to yell out my apology, I hear footsteps coming closer to me. I feel Xena's breath on my naked back. "Alright, Gabrielle," she says, "I can see you're going to need the truth beaten out of you."
I feel a little sick to my stomach.
"Do you know what that means?" she asks me.
I shake my head.
"You know that little strip of leather I use on Argo, when she won't obey me?"
"Yes," I answer nervously.
"Well, you refuse to obey me now, so don't you think this is appropriate?"
"Yes."
She steps back and rubs the small riding crop softly against my back. The motion soothes me, making me almost sleepy. But of course, before I can really relax, she withdraws the whip and strikes my back without warning. I wince, unable to struggle. She continues, striking my entire back, my shoulders, and the inside of my thighs. With each lashing--which she makes me count; I am at twenty--I can feel myself getting more and more desperate for her to fuck me. It isn't so much that I want her to stop, because the pain is exciting, and my skin tingles pleasantly after each strike; it's that with each passing moment she succeeds in turning me on more and more by making me realize I am hers. No matter how hard I fight she will always win over me. With this realization I become more desperate for release.
Finally, during a pause when she approaches me, running her cool hand up and down my back and asking me if I'm doing OK, I blurt out, "Xena, I'm ready."
She kisses my neck and reaches down to gently rub my breasts. "Ready for what?" she asks.
"I-I'm ready to beg for it."
"Really?"
"Please," I whisper.
She disappears behind the tree to untie my wrists. She returns, turning me around to face her. Just please?" she asks. "Youre going to have to do better than that.
Please, I say more firmly. Please fuck me.
Please fuck you, and what else? Her fingers hover between my legs, not touching me. I try to re-position myself so she will touch me thereor at least brush against meI am desperate for anything, I'll take whatever I can getbut whenever I shift positions, she withdraws her fingers so I cant reach her. I whimper and she looks delighted.
"Come on," she says.
Xena, I cry. Xena, please fuck me, please put your fingers inside of me, and please make me come, and please do whatever you want to me. I wanted this, I wanted this so bad--
Then something breaks in her light blue eyes. The spark of deviousness is gone now, and is replaced with a sort of kindness, something loving and generous. "You are so beautiful," she whispers. She kisses my mouth, then my neck and my breasts and my stomach. She gets on her knees to go down on me, a movement so indulgent and beautiful that it hurts me. I tilt my head back and look up at the sky, through the bare branches of the tree. The sky is black, and the moon is full, and there are so many tiny white stars. Xenas tongue is gentle and persistent, and after a few minutes she sticks her fingers inside of me. I moan and relax my muscles. She fucks me hard and rhythmically. I orgasm quickly, though it is, honestly, a bit of a disappointment, because it means my final birthday prank is over. Its back to normal sex for us, back to our exchanges of eternal love. Were soul mates, were best friends, were lovers, were supposed to treat each other as equals. And I need that. But I also need this. So after I come, I am very quiet.
When we are, once again, preparing for bed, I lean over to kiss Xena. She grabs my hand before I can turn away from her. You really liked that, didnt you? she asks curiously.
Maybe, I say.
She smiles. Well, I know I rather enjoyed it. Well have to do it again sometime, wont we?
Then I pretend to be all huffy, and I say, I suppose, if you really want to
She smacks my ass and tells me she loves me even though Im a horrible liar. Come on, Gabrielle, she says. You cant pull over anything on me.
I know, I say happily. Its so late, or so early; on the horizon, very far away, the sun is rising. My birthday is over.
-THE END-
disclaimer: the characters belong to the TV show "Xena: Warrior Princess." Not to me.
Hmm, I hope this is allowed on Suicide Girls.
Then It Wouldn't Be a Birthday Surprise
Thank the gods my birthday is finally over, I say, spreading out our blanket on the grass. Although I have to say, Xena, this years birthday pranks were pretty tame.
Tame? Xena breaks some sticks in half and throws them in the fire, then asks me help her un-do her armor. While I am unfastening the hooks, Xena continues, I thought you were really embarrassed by that little black ring around your eye.
No, I wasnt, I insist. The last hook is stuck; I yank at it until her armor falls to the ground. Underneath she wears a black leather bodice, which I love because it is so soft and so pretty, and it always makes a faint crinkling sound whenever I lean against it.
We sit on the blanket and Xena unlaces her boots. I lean against my elbows, watching her and smiling. Tonight our fire is small and the air is cold. Seriously, Xena, I say. A black eye and a dribble cup? They're somewhat...
Yes? By all means, please be honest.
Well, really, I found the pranks to be fairly unoriginal.
Fairly unoriginal. Oh really. She rolls over onto her side so she is facing away from me. She pauses for a few moments, then says, Gabrielle, if I didnt know better, I might think youre asking for worse.
I scoot over closer to her and press against her, my arms around her waist. I rest my head against her upper back, where her skin is bare and warm and soft. No, Im not. Besides, my birthday is over, so you cant pull anything more on me--not this year, Warrior Princess.
Youre right, Xena mumbles. "Well, next year, I guess." Were sleepy and comfortable. We kiss each other goodnight, then fall asleep quickly. At least I do.
*
I awake with a start and discover the other side of the blanket is empty. Where did Xena go? Xena? I call out, my heart pounding. Did something happendid she go off to fight someone again, without me?or worse yet, did someone attack us while I was asleep, and shes been kidnapped? I shake my head to rid myself of any drowsiness, and I try to stand up so I can search for her; perhaps she's only using the bathroom.
But I find that I cant stand up. I discover I cant move my arms, either. My wrists are bound behind my back, and my legs are tied together, too, at the ankles.
Well now, I hear Xena say from above me.
If I am relieved to hear her voice I dont show it. Xena, whats going on? I ask, jerking my head up to peer at her. Im trying to sound annoyed. In reality, I am thrilled at the sight of her, standing over me, the fire behind her, casting shadows on her face. I cant make out her expression and for a second it terrifies me. Sometimes I catch rare glimpses of her darker side, the side that came out when she was evil, before she met me. I see it when she is in battle, or when we are arguing, or even, for a moment, when we are having sex; and then she becomes fiercely violent and rough. And I like seeing it. It scares me but I like it. I wish I saw it more.
Xena kicks her boots on the dry grass, which she has apparently put back on, and she clears her throat definitively. Gabrielle, who said your birthday is over? The sun hasnt yet risen. The day isnt finished. In fact, your birthday night has just begun.
Xena, this is silly. What are you going to do, leave me here, tied up? You know thats not going to happen, youre too much of a softie
Holy Zeus, Xena mutters. You really are begging for this, arent you?
What? No, I just want to go back to sleep.
I dont believe you. Xena kneels on the blanket and leans over me. Her dark hair hangs down and covers my face. I make a spitting sound, so I dont get any hair stuck in my mouth, and Xena laughs. That's funny, you usually dont mind getting my hair in your mouth, she says. Now, what else am I going to have to do to get you to admit that you love my birthday pranks?
Never, I say, giggling. I expect she'll tickle me, or something harmless like that. I scrunch up my nose because I know she thinks it's cute. In fact, Id go so far as to say that your pranks are no better than a young boys idea of flirting with
You know what? You talk too much, Xena says. She yanks me up so Im in a sitting position, and she holds me between her thighs; my back is turned to her and I can't see her face. She cups her hand over my mouth. Right now, I want you to shut up. Dont talk unless I ask you something. Got it?
Xena, I My words are muffled. Her hand tastes salty, and I bite down to show her I'm still resisting.
Oh, you little whore," she gasps, laughing. She presses her hand harder. I have some rags over there that I can stuff in your mouth if this is going to be a problem.
Im still defiant and intent on showing her I won't play along with her game, and I try to fight against my restraints. But more powerful than any emotion in me, surprise and humiliation and slight annoyance, is the physical feeling between my legsa familiar pulsing that embarrasses me with its strength. The rope holds, not surprisingly. Xena tied me up; of course I cant escape. Come on you little brat, Xena says. Lets get started. Are you going to agree to be a good girl?
I nod, and Xena releases her hand. Thats better. Now stand up.
Xena, you know I cant stand up, not with the way you've tied me.
What did we decide about you talking?
"I'm sorry, but-"
"Talking!" Xena snaps, reaching out and grabbing my throat. "No talking, unless I ask you a question. Look at me. Nod if you understand."
So I nod again, my eyes apologetic. She releases her hold and I gasp for air.
Xena picks me up, slings me over her shoulder, and marches me over to the nearest tree. Before she sets me down, she asks, "I'll take off these ropes if you promise not to struggle. Do you think you can do that?"
"Yes," I answer.
"OK. But if you start wiggling, these are going back on."
I nod, feeling a bit like a puppet, and she instructs me to stand with my back against the tree. A nighttime breeze blows, lifting up my skirt and making me shiver. Xena sees. What's wrong? she asks.
I'm cold.
She grins. I know. Then she pulls out her knife, which she keeps in a pouch at the waist of her bodice. "Are you scared?" she asks me. I shake my head no. With one smooth movement she runs the knife down my top and my skirt, tearing the garmets, and they fall dramatically to the ground. Now Im completely naked, and signifigantly colder.
She comes close to me, her eyes lighting up like they light up when she is in battle, which is frightening and beautiful. She kisses me; she bites my bottom lip, and I bite back. Thats right, she whispers in my ear. Good girl. Bite harder. I nibble at her lip, but she pulls away and, without warning, slaps me across the face. It stings; I think I am blushing.
She snaps, I said harder, Gabrielle, not softer. Don't be such a pussy with me. So I bite her neck, taking the pale skin between my teeth, and she moans, then pushes her tongue in my mouth as reward. But before I can suck on it, she pulls away again, but this time to touch my cheek, her fingernails softly grating against my skin. I stare down at my pale naked legs and feet. No, Gabrielle, look at me, Xena says, hard again. She grabs a fistful of my short hair and yanks my head back so Im staring right into her eyes. They are so blue and so sure, and I believe that she knows what I feel, what Im too embarrassed to ever admit in words to herthat despite my protests, I love this, I love the way it makes me feel. She is cold with me now, harsh and unapologetic, and she also calculates me now without pity; now she can see everything.
You wanted this, didnt you? Xena asks, whispering again in my ear. She reaches down and pinches both my nipples. I squirm, but remembering what she had threatened about the ropes, I try to remain still. She continues, You like it when I humiliate you, dont you?
I shake my head no.
Oh, says Xena. I see I was wrong.
But were both smiling at each other, and she fingers me lightly between my legs, then harder, and then fucks me with her whole hand. Im crying with waves of pleasure, and I look in her eyes again and she says, Beg for it, Gabrielle."
As she fucks me, my back chafes against the bark of the tree. With her other handthe one that isnt fucking meshe scratches her fingernails down my chest and my stomach and my thighs. I dont want it to stop, I dont ever want it to stop. I want more of her inside of me. I want more of her on top of me, against me, over me, I want to disappear in her.
Suddenly she withdraws her hand. "I said beg for it, Gabrielle. Beg for it or Ill stop. Tell me you've been asking for this all along.
As I try to catch my breath, I realize there is still small piece of me that wants to fight against her, and even though I want, more than anything, for her hand to return inside of me, I say, "No, I wasn't asking for this all along."
"That's it," Xena barks. "OK. I've had enough. Turn around. Give the tree a big hug."
She encloses my waist with her two hands and forces me to turn around to face the tree. I put my arms around the trunk; Xena ties my wrists again. She tells me to wait for her, and stand very still, and she disappears. I hear a rustling noise in the background, but I can't turn around to see what's going on. Did she decide, after all, to just leave me here? I would hate that more than anything. I have second thoughts about my decision to act defiant.
Right before I am about to yell out my apology, I hear footsteps coming closer to me. I feel Xena's breath on my naked back. "Alright, Gabrielle," she says, "I can see you're going to need the truth beaten out of you."
I feel a little sick to my stomach.
"Do you know what that means?" she asks me.
I shake my head.
"You know that little strip of leather I use on Argo, when she won't obey me?"
"Yes," I answer nervously.
"Well, you refuse to obey me now, so don't you think this is appropriate?"
"Yes."
She steps back and rubs the small riding crop softly against my back. The motion soothes me, making me almost sleepy. But of course, before I can really relax, she withdraws the whip and strikes my back without warning. I wince, unable to struggle. She continues, striking my entire back, my shoulders, and the inside of my thighs. With each lashing--which she makes me count; I am at twenty--I can feel myself getting more and more desperate for her to fuck me. It isn't so much that I want her to stop, because the pain is exciting, and my skin tingles pleasantly after each strike; it's that with each passing moment she succeeds in turning me on more and more by making me realize I am hers. No matter how hard I fight she will always win over me. With this realization I become more desperate for release.
Finally, during a pause when she approaches me, running her cool hand up and down my back and asking me if I'm doing OK, I blurt out, "Xena, I'm ready."
She kisses my neck and reaches down to gently rub my breasts. "Ready for what?" she asks.
"I-I'm ready to beg for it."
"Really?"
"Please," I whisper.
She disappears behind the tree to untie my wrists. She returns, turning me around to face her. Just please?" she asks. "Youre going to have to do better than that.
Please, I say more firmly. Please fuck me.
Please fuck you, and what else? Her fingers hover between my legs, not touching me. I try to re-position myself so she will touch me thereor at least brush against meI am desperate for anything, I'll take whatever I can getbut whenever I shift positions, she withdraws her fingers so I cant reach her. I whimper and she looks delighted.
"Come on," she says.
Xena, I cry. Xena, please fuck me, please put your fingers inside of me, and please make me come, and please do whatever you want to me. I wanted this, I wanted this so bad--
Then something breaks in her light blue eyes. The spark of deviousness is gone now, and is replaced with a sort of kindness, something loving and generous. "You are so beautiful," she whispers. She kisses my mouth, then my neck and my breasts and my stomach. She gets on her knees to go down on me, a movement so indulgent and beautiful that it hurts me. I tilt my head back and look up at the sky, through the bare branches of the tree. The sky is black, and the moon is full, and there are so many tiny white stars. Xenas tongue is gentle and persistent, and after a few minutes she sticks her fingers inside of me. I moan and relax my muscles. She fucks me hard and rhythmically. I orgasm quickly, though it is, honestly, a bit of a disappointment, because it means my final birthday prank is over. Its back to normal sex for us, back to our exchanges of eternal love. Were soul mates, were best friends, were lovers, were supposed to treat each other as equals. And I need that. But I also need this. So after I come, I am very quiet.
When we are, once again, preparing for bed, I lean over to kiss Xena. She grabs my hand before I can turn away from her. You really liked that, didnt you? she asks curiously.
Maybe, I say.
She smiles. Well, I know I rather enjoyed it. Well have to do it again sometime, wont we?
Then I pretend to be all huffy, and I say, I suppose, if you really want to
She smacks my ass and tells me she loves me even though Im a horrible liar. Come on, Gabrielle, she says. You cant pull over anything on me.
I know, I say happily. Its so late, or so early; on the horizon, very far away, the sun is rising. My birthday is over.
-THE END-
bugroff:
that is officially the longest journal entry i have ever seen
carriella:
you are CRAZY. and i love it! haha