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Subject: {ASSM} Amazon Story by Laura Lynn Davis, F/f torture, bondage
Date: Mon,  7 Jan 2002 21:10:03 -0500
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Amazon Story by Laura Lynn Davis, F/f, torture, bondage
Copyright 20002

	We lost the battle with the Romans and they rounded up the survivors with 
their usual efficiency.  Those who were only lightly wounded were forced to 
stand and watch, weeping, while they butchered our fallen sisters.  It was 
the worst defeat an Amazon army had endured in more that 100 years.

	My name is Ariane and I was a young warrior, just nineteen years old.  I 
stood there, weeping in rage, while they butchered those too badly injured 
to survive the forced march to the slave pens in the nearest 
Roman-controlled town.  Then I watched them crucify the surviving officers, 
about twenty in all.  A group of Romans took turns raping them while the 
crosses were put together.  Then the broke their legs, spiked them to the 
crosses, and raised them up.  The women hung there, screaming, until they 
had no breath left to scream with.

	There were about 200 of us that the Romans felt were fit to run for days 
until we reached the nearest town.  We were stripped and raped and then tied 
in coffles of ten.  Our hands were bound behind our backs and we roped 
together by the neck.  And then we ran.  We ran naked, gasping for breath in 
the heat of the sun.  Our bodies burned, our skin cracked, and we broke and 
begged for water.  The Romans laughed and pissed on us and we knelt, 
panting.  But, in the end, they gave us water because we were too valuable 
as slaves for them to let us die.

	I was one of about 170 to survive and reach the slave pens at Eturias.  
Most of us were sold to brothel owners.  Romans love to fuck Amazons and the 
brothel owners knew we'd make them lots of money.

	But I wasn't sold to a brothel. Instead, I was bought by a Roman general, 
as a present for his sixteen-year-old daughter.  The general, Marcus 
something-or-other, stood in front of me and gave me a choice - serve his 
daughter faithfully as her bodyguard and bed warmer, or go to the cross.  I 
spat in his face and said, "I'd rather go to Hades than warm the bed of a 
Roman slut!"

	He smiled and punched me in the face, breaking my nose.  "That can be 
arranged.  Crucify the bitch."

	I was already naked, had been since being captured, so they didn't even 
have to strip me.  Being naked didn't bother me but being naked in front of 
Romans was totally humiliating.  They dragged me out of the slave pen and 
over to the side of the road.  Six of them took turns raping and sodomizing 
me while the cross was prepared.

	They had me laid out on the cross and were about to break my shins when a 
soft, husky, female voice rasped, "What do you think you're doing with my 
slave?"

	Before they could reply I heard the hiss of a sword and one of the guards 
lost his head.  The others gaped in surprise at the sight of a young Roman 
woman wielding a sword with deadly intent.  Her face was set in an 
expression of intense anger and the guards fled in terror.

	She stopped and laughed as she watched them run.  I sat up and she turned 
her attention to me.  She hefted the sword and said, "I'm Claudia, daughter 
of Marcus.  Will you serve me or do you prefer to die?"

	She wasn't beautiful.  She wasn't even pretty.  But there was something 
about her that made her very attractive.  I smiled and said, "I'd prefer to 
die, my lady, but I will serve *you* and only you."  I went to her on my 
knees and kissed her hand and swore to serve her faithfully.

	She laughed, delighted, and gave me the sword.  "I accept you as my 
bodyguard and servant, Ariane.  You're from Gaul, aren't you?"

	I nodded, "Yes, my lady.  I'm originally from Gaul."

	She smiled.  "I thought so.  That red-gold hair and pale complexion are a 
dead giveaway."

	I glanced down at my body.  I was still sunburned and blistered but 
starting to tan.  "Not so pale now, my lady."

	She touched my arm.  "Come, I have some salve in my tent that will ease the 
pain."  I followed her to her tend and stretched out on my stomach while she 
rubbed a soothing salve into the worst spots from my shoulders to my ankles. 
   Then I rolled onto my back and studied her face while she did the same on 
the front of my body.

	She was rubbing salve into my breasts when she glanced up and caught me 
staring.  "Am I that ugly that you can't take your eyes off of me?"

	I shook my head.  "No, not at all, my lady.  I find you quite attractive."

	She blushed.  "Call me Claudia when we're alone."

	I nodded.  "Yes, Claudia."

	"Do you really find me attractive?"

	"Very much so .... Claudia.'  I reached and touched her arm.  "You're soft, 
yet strong.  I find you *very* attractive."  Of course I was just trying to 
put her at ease, seduce her into believing me docile and tame with the idea 
of eventually escaping but something funny happened over the next few weeks 
- I fell in love with her.

	Claudia was a spoiled brat in many ways and could be a cruel as any Roman 
at times.  But she had a good heart and she was kind and generous most of 
the time.  She kept me naked for the first month and I suspect it was 
because she liked looking at my body as much as anything else.  Although I'm 
sure she was afraid I might run.  I didn't mind it when we were within the 
walls of her father's villa but it was agony when we were out in public and 
I was bare for all to see.

	(Author's note:  in the *real* Rome nudity was uncommon because the Romans 
were, by and large, rather prudish about public nudity.)

	She was fascinated by the scars I'd accumulated in the three years that I'd 
been a warrior and I had to explain how I'd acquired each one in great 
detail, even the scar on my knee that I'd gotten when I fell on a sharp rock 
when I was twelve.

	She was sexually insatiable and my tongue got more exercise than any other 
muscle in my body.  She was slender and small-breasted but she had lovely 
legs and a firm little butt.  She resisted the first time I spread her 
buttocks to play with her anus, and she cried and whimpered while I played 
there, but she had a very satisfying orgasm despite her tears.  Afterward, 
she had me hung my my ankles and whipped bloody for using her like that 
without her permission.

	I hung there, sobbing, while she laughed and chatted with one of the other 
slaves, a pretty Arab named Alyia.  Then she crouched and warned me that I'd 
go to the cross the next time I did something like that.  She had Aliya, who 
hated me, rub salt in my wounds and laughed while I screamed and begged for 
mercy.  The following day, in the garden, she asked me to do it again, this 
time with my tongue.  I complied and she loved it.  So did I.  I didn't 
enjoy it quite as much when she made me do Aliya that way while she watched.

	I was with Claudia for a year before she grew tired of me and decided to 
sell me.  During that year I saw the beautiful Aliya go to the cross for 
theft.  As much as I hated her I cried as she writhed in agony, begging for 
a quick and merciful death.  That night I risked death by sneaking out and 
ending Aliya's torment by cutting her throat.  She thanked me even as her 
life slipped away.

	I reminded Claudia of my vow to serve nobody but her.  She pouted but in 
the end she granted my request and tomorrow I will be crucified at the 
crossroads just outside the gates of her father's villa.

The End















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