Captured Chapter 3

Captured  Chapter 3

Written by Virginia Leonard

Copyright 1997

                The four women sat in silence, no one really daring to look at

the other until Gabrielle cleared her throat.  “You want us to do what?”

                Xena cut her eyes over towards Rhoane and nearly burst out

laughing.  Her long time friend was leaning back in her chair, hands

clasped in front of her mouth with her forefingers forming a point.  She

had them pressed firmly against her lips, no doubt in an effort to keep

from blurting something out that would be best left unsaid.

                “I want you to get it back; steal it if you have to.  I don’t care

how you do it I just want it back.”  Brandy answered.

                “I don’t know.” Gabrielle trailed off, looking towards Xena

for some direction.  She could not be positive but she would almost be

willing to swear that she heard Rhoane whimper.

                Xena blew out her breath through pursed lips not daring to

look at Rhoane.  “Why don’t you just ask him for it?”

                Rhoane closed her eyes. 

                “Because he won’t give it back. He intends to sell it at the

Debtor’s auction.  It doesn’t mean anything to him, but it means

everything to me.”

                “How so?”  Gabrielle asked.

                “It was the only thing my mother gave me before she died and

I couldn’t stand to lose it.?

                Rhoane felt a knot form in the pit of her stomach.  Sentimentality

had never been an emotion she allowed herself to feel.  She could not. 

Not in her chosen profession and not if she wanted to be very successful

at what she did.  However, she had allowed herself to develop very

strong feelings for the young woman sitting next to her and that threw a

big kink into her plans.

                Brandy leaned across the table and put her hand on Xena’s

arm, “Xena, please.  There isn’t anything you can’t do and I’m asking

for help.”

                “What do you think Rhoane?  You up for it?” 

                Rhoane nodded yes while leaving her fingers pressed against her

lips.  She was certain that if she tried to speak, the only sound that would

come out of her mouth would be a high pitched and embarrassing

squeak and Zeus forbid she should ruin her reputation.

                “Good.  We’ll get back with you on the details.”

                Brandy looked worried.  “You have to do this tonight.”

                “Tonight!”  Rhoane squeeked, annoyed that her voice betrayed

her.

                All three women looked in her direction at the same time.  “Do

that again,” Gabrielle teased.

                “Shut up.  Why tonight?”  

                “Because tomorrow is the debtor’s auction.  You don’t do it

tonight and it gets sold tomorrow.”

                “BRANDY!”

                “Oh great.  That’s my father.  I have to go,” Brandy said as she

stood up.

                “Wait.  We need some details.”

                Brandy leaned over the table and came face to face with Rhoane

who was having a very hard time maintaining eye contact considering all

the cleavage that was being presented to her.  “He sleeps on a pallet in

the kitchen and he keeps the necklace under his pillow.  Now, I have to

go or he’ll get mad and you’ve seen what he does when he gets mad.”

Brandy punctuated her statement with a sound kiss on Rhoane’s stunned

lips.

                “So now what?”  Gabrielle asked, somewhat perplexed by the

sudden turn of events.  What was supposed to be a nice quiet stay in a

small village was turning out to be a royal pain in the...well, there too

but that was not what was causing her discomfort at the moment.

                “What?”  Rhoane replied.  “Oh, we wait until it’s well past the

moon’s apex then I get to go digging under Mr. Gooddisposition’s head

for a necklace that I was sent here to steal in the first place but now

can’t steal because I’ve been asked to steal it which isn’t exactly

stealing now is it?”

                Xena and Gabrielle stared at the babbling thief, trying to make

some sense of what she had just said.  Xena shook her head and stood

up, “For some strange reason my head hurts.  I’m going to go lay down.

You two entertain yourselves.”

                Rhoane smiled at her friend then winked at Gabrielle.

                “On second thought, don’t you have equipment or something

that needs some attention?”  Her question was directed towards her

long time friend.

                “She doesn’t trust you,”  Gabrielle leaned over and quietly said

to Rhoane.

                “No, she doesn’t.”

                “And I shouldn’t.”

                “But you should trust Gabrielle.”

                Xena opened and closed her mouth several times before

spinning on her heal and disappearing down the hall towards the room

that she and Gabrielle shared.

                “I just love doing that to her.  She gets so tense sometimes and

begins to take herself seriously.  Someone has to tweak her every once in a

while.”

                “You’ll have to give me lessons.”

                “Gabrielle, I don’t think you’ll need lessons.  You have her in a

particularly vulnerable position as it is.  You really want to have some

fun with her?”

                “Sure.”

                “Try this...” and Rhoane began to whisper instructions into the

bard’s ear.  When she was finished, both women burst out laughing.

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                Xena?s eyelids fluttered as she drifted up into a light doze.  She

tried to turn over but found that she could not move her arm, in fact she

quickly discovered that she could not move either arm and her eyes flew

wide open as she looked around the room.

                “Hi...”  Gabrielle was standing at the foot of the bed, leaning

against a table with nothing on except her short linen shift.  Her arms

were crossed beneath her breasts and her legs were slightly apart.

                Xena raised her head and looked at the red headed woman

then at the sashes tied around each wrist and looped around the posts at

corner of the head of the bed.

                “...you don’t know how glad I am that you chose to take your

nap with nothing on.”

                “I knew I shouldn’t have left you two alone.  This stinks of that

busybody thief.”

                Gabrielle just grinned.  “I thought you might be hungry so I

brought us a snack.  Rhoane persuaded Brandy to raid the cellar.”

                She stepped away from the table and began to slowly pull the

covers down towards the foot of the bed.  With each inch, more and

more of the warrior’s body was revealed and Gabrielle made certain that

her eyes took in everything, from the steely blue eyes to the dark

triangle of hair. 

                Gabrielle reached through the metal bars that formed the

arched footboard and pulled the sheet completely off the bed, letting it

puddle in the floor then propped one foot on the bed, opening herself up

so that Xena could easily see how wet and eager her lover was.  “Like

what you see?”

                “Very much.”

                Gabrielle adjusted her shift which allowed the bottom enough

slack to drop down and cover herself.  She slide her hand along her

raised thigh and watched Xena’s eyes when that hand disappeared

beneath the material.  “It’s a shame you can’t see my hand.  You should

see what it’s doing,” Gabrielle said, her voice dropping, becoming a

little huskier.

                “I have some idea.”

                “ I guess you do.” Gabrielle’s voice trailed off as she

felt her body beginning to react to the touch of her own fingers. 

                It was a small one by comparison but big enough that Xena

could tell what had just happened and she felt certain changes taking

place within her own body.  She strained against her bonds, wanting

desperately to take Gabrielle in her arms and place kisses all over the

bard’s hot flesh.

                After a short moment of recovery, Gabrielle picked up the tray

of fruit and walked around the bed, placed it on the bedside table then

sat next to the aroused warrior.  She let her left hand lay flat against

Xena’s hard belly, feeling it move up and down with each breath, certain

that each breath was coming just a little faster than the one before.

                Without saying a word, Gabrielle began to unfasten the buttons

on her shift, letting the right hand work at each button slowly and

deliberately until all were undone and she carefully shrugged it over her

shoulders then dropped it on the floor. 

                She kneeled over the warrior’s body, straddling Xena’s

hips then gently settled herself down and smiled at

 the sight of light curly hairs mixed with dark ones. 

                “I’m hungry,” Gabrielle said as she leaned over and picked up

the bowl of fruit.  “You want some?”

                Gabrielle did not wait for an answer instead, she took one of

the cherries and holding it in both hands, she pulled it apart.  Juice

appeared, covering her thumbs with the sweet red nectar, dripping

onto the belly beneath her.  She raised the cherry to her mouth and

took the pit between her teeth, smiled at Xena then blew it onto the

floor.

                The bard bent towards the warrior’s face and placed the dark

fruit against Xena’s lips.  She held it there until Xena opened her mouth

and wrapped her lips around the fruit also taking in a generous portion

of Gabrielle’s thumb and finger.

                What a stark contrast there was between Xena’s

tongue and the smooth fruit, between the hot salty skin and the

fruit’s juice when she licked  it off Xena’s stomach.  Gabrielle took two

more cherries, tearing them open then placing them over each of Xena’s

nipples, squeezing and watching the dark nectar run down the sides of

Xena’s breast.

                Gabrielle twisted each cherry and moved it across the top of

the now hardened nipples then popped the pieces of fruit into her

mouth.  She sucked each nipple clean and marveled at how the juice

stained Xena’s nipples an even darker color.

                More cherries were eaten by each woman, more skin surface

was stained and before long, Xena was twisting and writhing  beneath

the wicked bard.  Gabrielle sensed Xena’s building arousal and moved

to kneel between the warrior’s spread legs.  She picked up a peach and

examined the furry covering.  She rolled it around on Xena’s belly, down

her legs, back up and around each breast then picked it up in both

hands, slowly digging her fingers inside the sweet flesh  and pulled it

apart.

                Juice sprayed both women, leaving them dripping, sticky. 

 Gabrielle took one half and bit into the center of it, filling her

mouth with the sweet meat then leaned over to let Xena suck the

juice off of her chin and to lick it off of her throat. 

                Gabrielle took the other half and placed its fleshy center against

Xena’s fleshy center then began to press and move the ripe fruit over

her lover’s soft center, slick and glistening until nothing was left and then

she leaned in to clean up her mess.        

                Xena could no longer lay still, her clit was pounding and she

needed to feel Gabrielle’s fingers inside her.  She ached to be taken by

the smaller woman.  She begged and soon Gabrielle relented.

                The first touch of Gabrielle’s fingers sent Xena’s head back against

the pillows and brought hips up into the air to join with the rest of

Gabrielle’s hand.  The bard pushed inside Xena as far as she could and

spread her fingers wide, brushing against the collection of live nerves

that sent electricity through Xena’s body.

                Gabrielle then took the remaining half of the peach and held it up

and over Xena slo wly closing her hand into a fist and watched

as the juice squeezed out through her fingers, dripping down over the bare

skin beneath her.

                Gabrielle stretched out between the strong legs and began to

suck up the sweet peach juice that puddled in her hand.

                The orgasm came hard and fast, racing through Xena’s body

leaving every nerve and muscle twitching.  Cords stood out in Xena’s

neck and she opened her mouth in a silent scream while her body

went completely rigid, bucking against the intense orgasm. 

                At that moment, the women heard a loud crack and the rails

gave way, the footboard and headboard folding in on themselves,

pinning the two women against the bed and against each other.

                Neither Gabrielle nor Xena could gain enough leverage to push

the frame away so there they lay, hoping that it would not be long

before someone found them. 

Xena heard the footsteps first and recognized the gate. 

“RHOANE!  Get in here!  Sweet blessed goddess I can’t believe

I’ve just called her in here.”

                “I don’t see that we have much choice,” Gabrielle chuckled,

“unless you want to die like this.”

                “Funny.”

                “It won’t open,” Rhoane called through the closed door.  “It

must be locked.”

                “Just open it.  I don’t care how but get in here.”

                They heard some muttered curses then the door exploded into

the room, sending pieces of splintered door frame flying.

                “RHOANE!”  Xena exclaimed.

                “Sorry, I didn’t have my picks with....” Rhoane’s voice trailed off

when she finally noticed what had happened.  She looked at Xena then

at Gabrielle, obviously biting her cheeks to keep from laughing.

                “Don’t...not one word,” Xena threatened, her face peeking

through the space between the bars that held her captive.

                Rhoane shook her head, looking at Xena’s wrists which were still

bound to the bed and the pieces of fruit that had rolled all over the floor

when the bowl was tipped over.  She saw the red head that was trapped

between the warrior’s legs and finally, she looked down at the bare legs

protruding through the bars at the end of the bed.

                She could not hold back any longer and sat down in the nearest

chair, laying her head down on the table.  Xena could not hear the

laughter but she could certainly see the body shaking therefore knew

what her friend was doing.

                “Gabrielle, I’ve decided that today is a good day to rid myself

of this pest.”

                Rhoane burst out laughing and looked up at Xena, tears

streaming down her face.  “Oh THAT’s really going to make me help

you.  Can you hold this position while I go find a sketch artist?  This

must be saved for posterity sake.”

                “Rhoane....” Gabrielle pleaded.

                “Oh fine.  I’ll help you but do I have to help Miss

Congeniality?”  Rhoane was still snickering.

                “Rhoane...” Gabrielle repeated.

                “Yes’em.”  Rhoane put her foot through the bars and pulled back

on the footboard with enough strength to give Gabrielle maneuvering

room.  Once the bard was out, they both grabbed the footboard and

were able to move it completely out of the way.

                Rhoane then grabbed the headboard and pushed it up, holding it

while Gabrielle untied Xena’s wrists and helped her up off the bed.

With Xena out of the way, Rhoane let the metal fall then turned and

looked at the two naked, somewhat embarrassed, but grateful women.

                “My my..., Gabrielle, Darlin’, you ever get tired of this

bonehead you’ll come find me won’t you?”

                Gabrielle grinned and pulled on her shift.

                “Out,” Xena said, pointing towards the door.

                “Fine, I’m going.  I’ll be in the main room having a drink...”

Rhoane walked out and was down the hall when she finished her

statement, “ …and telling stories probably.”

                “RHOANE!” Xena yelled after her.

                All they could hear was laughter echoing back down the

hallway.