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Subject: {ASSM} Kindred, Chapter 16 (MF, death, violence, MF)
Date: Mon, 29 Sep 2003 21:10:04 -0400
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Chapter 16:  Cleaning House


It was ten days after we announced the formation of our band, and the
selection of my personal guards. It had taken us seven days of thorough
interviews, mock battles and drills to select the officers and leaders. In
the end, we divided the women into four bands, each band consisting of five
squads of ten, each squad with a squad-leader, and each band led by a
Lieutenant. I chose to act as chieftain. The days had been full.


The last seven nights had been equally full for me. My personal guard in the
end consisted of twenty women. Twenty women that had shared my bed.
Actually, twenty-one had shared my bed.


It was the fourth night of interviews, and the third hour after the new day.
Her name was Zithia. She was one of the few women that had been officers in
any of the bands, and the only one that had shown interest in personal
service. She came into my bedchamber dressed in a red silk blouse and
leather trousers, her short sword hanging at her hip. She had long, lustrous
black locks, and very pale skin. Her blouse was tailored to be quite tight,
and her nipples thrust out from the material in challenge.


She unbuckled her belt and laid the sword alongside the bed as every other
applicant had. Then she stripped before I could offer to assist. I looked
her over, and was shocked to find her pubes as naked as a newborn child. I
was even more shocked when she lay back on the bed, spread her legs wide and
proceeded to masturbate herself to orgasm. When she'd recovered, she turned
over and knelt in the middle of the bed, and then in a voice of command, she
told me, "Come fuck me, you bastard. Fuck me in the ass. Let me see if
you're any good."


I'd never taken a woman in this manner. I know I'd implied differently about
the women of Dianisia, but the truth was they had made love like every other
woman I'd met. But Zithia's words and the idea made me swiftly erect, and I
stripped off my robe. I crawled up on the bed behind her. She reached behind
and spread the cheeks of her bottom apart, exposing the puckered hole to my
inspection. I played with it for a moment before putting the tip of my
finger inside her. She sighed softly, but I found her dry and tight. I knew
if I took her as she demanded now, it would be painful, even if not for her,
then for me.


So, I began to stroke her pussy, coating my fingers with her post-orgasmic
juices. I rubbed these against her asshole, then slid my fingers inside her
again. I did this half dozen times, making her passage slippery and causing
her to moan with anticipation. Then I slid my cock into her pussy, and gave
her a dozen hard deep strokes, making her squeal in outrage until I pulled
my well lubricated cock out and set the tip against her ass.


I slowly pressed the tip of my cock into her, stopping when the head was
lodged inside.


"Fuck my ass, you bastard! Drive that branch up there and stuff me!" As she
was speaking, she was pressing against me, trying to push me deeper.


I reached around her and gripped her breasts in both my hands. I prefer to
make love gently. Zithia obviously didn't. I grabbed her breasts and dug my
fingers into them, and used them for leverage as I drove myself completely
inside her. She howled, a sound not of pain or rage, but of animal joy. The
sensation on my cock was indescribable.


She held herself upright with one hand and reached between her legs with the
other. I could actually hear her fingers thrusting into her pussy. Then she
pushed back, and drove me onto my back. In this position, she used her legs
to piston herself on the staff buried in her bottom, and used both of her
hands on her pussy and clit.


When I knew she was near, her screams and groans filling my ears and her
hands frantically stroking and thrusting, I pulled her backwards and down.
When her ass pressed against my pubes and her back pressed to my chest, I
pressed my lips to her throat and slid my fangs into her flesh.


As she felt my strike, her ass clamped on my cock as I poured my seed into
her, and I could almost feel her driving her fingers into her slit as she
screamed out in complete bliss.


She slowly crawled off me, and knelt on the bed beside me. I had never seen
a woman look the way she did. I could see the juices dripping from her slit,
and my seed running down the back of her leg. She bent over and kissed me
hard on the lips. It was the only kiss we shared. "God of Hell, you are a
good fuck. I'm almost sorry it has to end this way."


Then she reached for her sword and drove it into my throat. I gagged as the
blade sliced through flesh and blood vessels. It was only my unnatural speed
that saved me, as the blade missed my spinal cord. But I could feel
existence ebbing away. Then I struck out at her, knocking the blade from her
grip and across the room. Then I wrapped my arms around her, pinning her
against me. She struggled to escape, but I knew instinctually I had one
chance to survive.


I pulled her down and tore her throat apart. At first, I had trouble
swallowing, the sword having slashed my esophagus, but the blood that ran
down the ruined passage mended it, and soon I was drinking deeply.


She struggled madly against me, but her blood strengthened me even as its
loss weakened her. And then the blood became sweeter, richer, more powerful.
It was like the finest wine, or the rarest whiskey. I'd never tasted
anything like it. It was addictive, and I knew that forever more, I would
have to fear that addiction. And in my mind, I realized it was heartblood,
and I'd killed a lover for the first time.


I finally laid her body back on the bed, and moved to the basin to wash my
self. The wound in my throat still gaped slightly, but I could see it
shrinking as I watched. But the blood had run down my chest and pretty well
covered my right side. I moved instead to the bath, and was stepping in when
the door opened, and Nalita slipped inside, shutting the door behind her.


She looked at the body lying on the bed, then moved to me. She said not a
word, but lifted my head and inspected the wound. "You were fortunate. If
she'd chopped instead of thrusting, you'd likely be gone." Then she stripped
and helped me into the tub with her. She washed the blood from my torso as
she waited for the slash to finish healing. "Did she give you some reason
for the attack?"


"No. She sort of apologized, in a way, before she struck. She said I was a
good fuck, and was almost sorry it had to end this way. Then she stabbed
me."


Apparently satisfied she could wash my throat painlessly, Nalita cleaned the
rest of the gore from my skin. "So, she planned to kill you, probably from
the moment we announced we were employing all of the women. Or do you think
she was sent with that intent to begin with?"


"I don't think it matters, truthfully. Obviously at least one chieftain
suspects our intent. Not that it changes anything. My only regret is the
possibility the chieftains will abandon their soldiers and flee before we
strike."


I looked back at the body on the bed. "Have you ever done that, besides
granting the Gift? Have you ever killed your kine?"


"Yes, though I try not to. The temptation to free the Beast is too great
when we take heartblood. It's a horrible addiction, love, and one painfully
difficult to control."


"What shall I do with her? I can't let anyone find her this way, and I don't
want Kiro to see what I am capable of." We got out of the pink tinged water
and dried each other.


"Wrap her in the bedclothes, and put her in the wardrobe for now. I'll have
Angeline take care of it while everyone is in the tent. And if anyone asks,
which is unlikely, we'll tell them she decided to return to her band."


As it happened, no one did ask.


Now it was six nights later, and the bands that I had collectively
christened the "Warriors of the Green" were waiting, in full regalia, for
their first actions. I stood before them, the selected warriors that would
become known as My Garden arrayed around me.


"Tonight, we begin taking back the honor that your former warlords deprived
you of. Your instructions are simple. We will enter the camp of the Shinta
Savagers tonight and kill every warrior, and anyone who raises a weapon
against us. Those who were former members of the Savagers, I want the
chieftain and his senior officers alive, if at all possible. Any
non-combatant that surrenders will be bound until the battle is over, then
freed after at least two former Savagers confirms them to be bona fide."


We moved out shortly after this. The trek to the camp of the Savagers wasn't
far; they had turned out to be a lazy bunch, with little interest in any
kind of effort. It turned out they were stupidly trusting, as well. A simple
flirtation with the guards lured them to a silent death. In fact, it was a
silent slaughter until someone missed a stroke and the victim's death cry
rang out. Even then, it wasn't much of a battle. My Garden stood in loose
formation around me, but few of the enemy wandered near, and those that did
were cut down swiftly.


In less than two hours, the slaughter was done. The warlord and his two
lieutenants knelt before me, and the half dozen of my force who were injured
were being cared for.


I hopped easily off the boulder I had observed from and approached the first
lieutenant. I pulled him easily to his feet, then off them. "Behold,
Warriors of the Green! Behold the fate of those who betray thy trust, and
abuse their duty to you!"


When I felt all eyes upon me, I let both sets of fangs unsheathe. There were
a few gasps from my assembled warriors, but none moved. Then I pulled the
unfortunate man against me and ravaged his throat before tossing him away to
choke on his own blood. I was turning to the second lieutenant when one of
my Garden called warning, and a quickly raised shield deflected the javelin
aimed at my back.


I turned to see who had made the attack, and saw a scuffle among the middle
ranks. The scuffle ended when the attacker was clubbed into unconsciousness.
"Bind her for now. I would speak to her before deciding her fate."


Then I turned back to the second man. The terror in his eyes was strangely
gratifying, as I lifted him as easily as his comrade. I snapped his neck as
if he were a kitten. Then I knelt in front of the warlord.


"You will tell me, very quickly, where you have hidden the gold I've been
paying, where you have your extra weapons and equipment stored, and any
other information I desire. If you deal honestly with me, your death will be
easy and nearly painless. Lie to me, and I'll give you to these two
centuries of warriors to avenge themselves upon you."


I wasn't surprised that he was completely honest. Although he hadn't been
the worst of the chieftains, I knew he was thoroughly hated by his former
personnel. And when one of my Garden thrust a stiletto through his ribs, he
did die quickly.


After sorting the captives into work crews, we stripped the camp. I was
quite pleased to find the dead man was cheap with his labor, but a
connoisseur when it came to his equipment. He'd also had a most extensive
collection of gemstones, and several bags of the gold I'd been overpaying
him for the last five years.


We made our way back to Nasai. Nasai had shrunk a fair bit since the plague.
We had converted a large neighborhood of empty estates into the orphanage,
and were turning the surrounding buildings and homes into a fortress and
housing for the Warriors. Nalita's home was near the orphanage, and we were
now in the process of walling off several of the estate that had adjoined
mine into a single estate for my Garden and myself. We met there to discuss
the night's events.


Let me take a moment to introduce the some more of my Garden. The first were
Talia, Kirish, and Alaysia. Seraphina came the next night, with her black
pageboy cut hair, dark eyes, and crossbow. Then Calista, with her shoulder
length light brown locks, eyes of hazel, and a pair of scimitars. Jeanvieve,
with her runaway mane, green eyes, and falchion.  The following night, Red
haired Kayla and her battle-axe, haughty dark haired Beryl and her short
sword and Daniella of the soft lips and the vicious mace. Gabriell, whose
soft curls framed her oval face, and whose skill with the bow was
astounding. Lysbeth, the gypsy girl with the hidden daggers, and Hycinth,
the only islander that chose to join my Garden, but would soon come to
epitomize the Warrior's of the Green.


After discussing the night, and what should have been done, the discussion
turned to my attacker. All agreed that my revelation was necessary, and we
decided to keep a careful watch for those who might desert, rather than
acting openly. Such deserters would need to be captured, not for punishment,
but to modify their memories. So I sent for the thrower of the javelin.


She began to struggle against her captors when she saw me, then turned
frantic when I approached. They held her firmly and I took her chin my hand.
"Why did you attack, miss? Do I terrify you that much, that you would slay
me out of hand?"


"No, I attacked because you are a creature of evil, a creature that must be
destroyed."


"Evil, by whose measure? I give care to the orphans that wander among you. I
offer your sisters a place to hone their skills, and take vengeance against
those who have injured them. And you call me evil, for showing you the truth
of what I am. So be it. In my evilness, I am going to free you. But for my
protection, you shall forget what you learned of me tonight. And since I am
evil, I shall give you passage back to your homeland, rather than simply
loosing you outside the safety of our walls."


"Take her to my study. I'll be a long shortly."


The next night, we struck again, and another camp of mercenaries was removed
from our lands. Again, I displayed my nature, but this time there were no
overt attacks, and the deserters we watched for did not appear. But that
night, one of the officers told of what she'd observed. And asked Hycinth
bluntly if she could teach other's what the officer had seen.


Hycinth was reluctant, but at last agreed to teach a handful the stealth and
expertise the officer had seen. The stealth that would become the hallmark
of the Warriors for the next eight hundred years.


One of the problems with having a harem, or garden, was choosing one partner
out of twenty. The gems that I had collected from the first warlord had
given me an idea, though. I took twenty of the stones, all unique in color,
shape and cut, and placed them in a wide-mouthed bag. Then each woman chose
one to be her token. I then had them all place them back in the bag, and
drew one.


Thalysia was the first winner of the new lottery. She was a small brunette,
with shoulder length hair and grey eyes.  She entered my chambers shortly
before the new day, and stopped in the doorway. I approached her with a
reassuring smile, and she offered a shy grin in response. I took her hand
and drew her deeper into the room, then stepped back to admire her. I saw
her blush at my appraisal, then she gave a slow pirouette and another grin.


I stepped close and took her into my arms and kissed her softly. Her
responding kiss was equally soft to start, then became hungrier. She pressed
her mouth against mine and slid her tongue between my lips. As our tongues
stroked and danced, her hands were busy stripping my shirt off, and then
fumbling with the laces of my breeches. She finally let go of my mouth and
sank to her knees, unlacing me quickly and dragging them off my hips as well
as my under-garment. She reached up and ran her fingers along my shaft and
giggled as it gave a twitch.


"I've never done this, m'Lord. Would it be all right if I suck on it? Some
of the others say it is very enjoyable."


"I'll show you something even better, Thalysia. But first stand up, and let
me undress you." She stood obediently, and turned away so I could unlace the
back of her top. I slid it off and then reached around her and cupped her
tiny breasts while I rubbed her nipples with my thumbs. The little nubs
quickly stiffened and stood upright as she sighed in pleasure.


I unbuckled her leather skirt, and smiled as it fell to the floor. She wore
no undergarments tonight. Then I took her hand and led her to the bed. Then
I lied down in the middle of the bed, and pulled her to me and kissed her
for a few moments. "Now, turn around, and scoot down just a bit. No, stay on
me, Thaly."


She looked at me curiously, then turned over and scooted down. She thought
she understood what I intended as she leaned down and kissed my penis. But
as she began to lick it, I spread her legs apart and began to kiss the
insides of her thighs. And as she took me into her mouth, I ran my tongue
between the lips of her pussy.


We pleasured each other for a long time. Her first orgasm was painful for
me, when she accidentally bit me, but that was the only drawback. She came
twice more before I cautioned her. "Thaly, I'm very close, perhaps you'd
rather use your hands now?"


Her response was to suck more firmly upon my cock, flicking her tongue
around it caressingly. At last, I could hold back no longer, and sprayed my
seed against her throat. As she eagerly swallowed, I slid my fangs into her
thigh. As she gave a muffled shriek, I watched in amazement as the lips of
her pussy fluttered and then spread open before my eyes. As I drank, I could
see her nectar ooze from within her sex and coat her outer lips. At last, I
sealed the wounds I'd opened, then enjoyed myself cleaning up her slit.


The final battle came one week after the first. The fighting was fierce and
bloody, and for the first time, I had deaths among my forces, and serious
injuries within my Garden. In fact, if not for my Gift, the Flowers who were
injured would have died as well. But at last, the fight was done, and the
warlord stood before me.


"Tell me why," he demanded. "If you were done with us, why didn't you just
tell us, and have us gone?"


"Several reasons, honestly." I replied. "First, it gives the women closure
for the abuse they had endured before. Second, it gave us a chance to see
the coordination we'd achieved, and the areas that were still wanting.
Third, it gives us much needed equipment and supplies that we take as
plunder, as well as labor in the form of your servants and followers. And
fourth, it swells my coffers by looting you and yours."


"And lastly, with you dead, I don't have to worry about you returning with a
new employer. Await me in hell, Sirrah." With those words, Alaysia swung the
heavy two-hand sword she carried, and the warlord's head leapt from his
shoulders and thudded to the ground before his corpse collapsed.

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