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Into The Dragons' Lair

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“Come and kill me monkey man,” She called out. -RR
While I realize she is under painful duress this is not a polite way to address Gunner...

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...he prefers 'you big ape'...
 
"the wonderful agony of her limbs, taught and displayed, injured and still beautiful"

Remarkable. What more is there to say?
 
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“So you think you are better than me you Chinese sow?” Hydei yelled, he lashed Messaline’s breasts and ribs with his closed fan raising bleeding welts on the taut skin, “You think you can defy me, you think I will grant you death? I will break you, I will break into a thousand pieces and I will display the broken drooling thing you have become to all my guests to show just how broken you are!”

The Shugo of the Otomo Clan spat in the Princess’s face and then called for a whip. “Flog her, flog her till she is flayed,” He commanded his samurai. The first blow of the coiling snake tore the air with its passage and seemed to burn the very skin off of its victim where it struck. Messaline screamed and the strokes followed fast, a harsh tongue of agony serrating bloody wounds across that supple beauty.

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“Is that the best you think you can do, you spawn of monkeys and dogs?” Messaline gasped out.

“I’ll pluck your eye out you hag,” Said the samurai wielding the whip.

“Hold,” Said Hydei, “The wench goads us but we shall not do her bidding, bring the hot iron from the blacksmith’s forge, I want to see her wearing hot chains.” The Japanese laughed and set to their lords bidding.

“I will still be more beautiful than your ugly monkey wife,” Hissed Messaline.

“Ah but in a lot more pain,” The Shugo seemed amused, “Yes I shall keep you and forgo the ransom I shall sell this other one, you will be a demonstration of what a life of pain truly means.”



“You daren’t sell me,” Li’hi called, “I’ll come back and cut your liver out while you watch.”

“Hah but too late to save your friend I think and it will be I cutting those precious titties of yours off and feeding them to you.” Hydei laughed again and then looked around, “What is keeping those fools…ah there you are, where is the blacksmith, where is my hot iron?”

“My Lord I beg forgiveness I have failed you,” Said the samurai going to his knee and then toppling over sideways exposing the broken arrow shafts in his back.

“Not hot iron but cold steel for my Lord Hydei,” Hissed a black clad figure who bounded up onto the back of the Shugo’s throat to whisper those remarks as she cut his throat. All around arrows, and spears and sword wielding women rained down taking the surprised contingent of the garrison by surprise. Even as they screamed for aid from the castle alarm bells rang and smoke and flame rose in a funnel from that mighty fortress.

“Quickly, the Princess, we must get her away to safety,” Li’hi commanded from her bounds.

“Already done Mistress,” Said Twilight Whispers, then she paused concerned, “But I fear for her wounds.” Then she busied herself with the ropes holding Li’hi and catching her when she fell.



Messaline was upon the wheel of torture, it turned and turned and turned. The first time she went done she was passed over sharp knives that slashed her belly and breasts. The second time, hot flames rose and scorched her, the third time it was a bath of acid that corroded her until she was but a melted doll in agony and still the demons turned her.



“Why does she not wake?” Asked Li’hi anxiously of the doctor aboard the ship that was bearing the precious cargo of Messaline and her women to safety.

“It is not her body that is truly afflicted but her mind,” The wise old woman sighed, “I have no magic to heal her mind. She must do that herself.”



Messaline lingered on the rack. Beneath her was hot fires, above her sharp icicles that pressed like thorns into her flesh every time she tried to lift away from the searing agony of the flames. Her muscles protested her the rack drew tighter, stretching her yet more between the icy hell and the fiery abyss. Soon, soon enough her heart would burst and then the demons would carry off to her next torture.

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“Messaline, Messaline my love you must wake up,” Li’hi mopped the sweat from her loved one’s brow. “You are free my love, free, we have escaped.”

In her tormented sleep Messaline whimpered and cried out at some new agony of the spirit.

“No, don’t fear, fight it, come back to me, come back to your love,” Li’hi said and pressed a kiss on those sweet lips though she was not sure they responded. She kissed next upon her Princess’s breasts, the nipples at least showed a definite response, pale things, only recently healed from their mistreatment nevertheless they rose into Li’hi’s hot mouth will all their proud ardency. Now the moans from Messaline were of a different nature but still she did not wake.

“Come back to me my love, come back to my hair,” Li’hi trailed her locks, grown long and dark on this voyage across the belly of the semi-comatose woman, “Come back to my lips,” She kissed Messaline’s hands each a hundred time and then her face and then her lips and this time she felt her love respond but as yet she did not wake from her dream. “Come back to my heart,” Li’hi took those up again and pressed them to her heart and then to her breasts and then she pushed one down below the belt of her silk trousers and squeezed it between her legs until she felt her juices flow.

The fingers twitched and Li’hi gave a sudden start. The hand turned and curled up, cupping and caressing her womanhood. “No who is a naughty Mongol minx?” Asked a tired voice.

“I am sorry My Princess, I wanted you back,” Li’hi said suddenly contrite but it was hard to be truly sorry about anything with that hand so hot and firm and wise spreading and caressing and pressing her just so until she felt the pleasure would make her scream but all she could do was whimper and moan and press her wet eager pussy down onto that hand.

“What a nice present to wake up to,” Smiled Messaline and kissed Li’hi with the hunger of lips that have gone without for a hundred nights though in fact she had slept but ten.

“You should eat,” Whispered Li’hi mustering all her willpower.

“Later, later my darling, first we make love, my soul needs feeding too and you are its light, its sun, its stars and and my one true love,” Said Messaline and the two bodies blended together in ancient instinctive harmony.

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To Be Continued​
 
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“I see what you mean, those sails have been tracking us for two days,” Li’hi peered over the stern rail of the junk and then shrugged, “Even so I really think we need not worry about then for another couple of days.”

“Are you mad?” The Captain of the junk gazed at Li’hi and Twilight Whispers in outrage, “Those are clearly pirate dhows, even if they take two days, even four when they catch us they will board us and take us all as slaves, you bitches might look forwards to being raped but I have no intention of being gelded and nor do my men, we’ll alter course tonight and no more of this nonsense about a mad rush to Basra.”

“And how long will that take?” Asked Li’hi.

“Two days added to our journey…well maybe more but no matter we are well supplied with food and water from our stopover in Ceylon, we can easily complete our journey in safety once the pirates have lost us,” Said the Captain sounding firm, clearly he felt he had pronounced and that was the end of the matter.

“No we shall waste no more time dancing around with pirates, your plan might work or merely result in them lying in wait ahead of us, we could be dodging around a week or more, tonight you will take in all sail, the ship can drift for a while, we are far from land we won’t hit anything,” Li’hi instructed and Twilight Whispers nodded.

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“Are you mad, the pirates will be right on top of us come morning,” The master of the junk was aghast.

“That is my intention, I intend to board them,” Li’hi smiled winningly.

“You are quite insane, I have fifteen crew and twenty women passengers, one of whom is sick and one a doctor sworn not to hurt anyone, each of those ships might carry a hundred armed and hardened warriors,” Protested the outnumbered man.

“Can your sisters handle ten pirates each Twilight Whispers?” Li’hi asked casually.

“Wearing blindfolds oh Heart of Our Most High Lady,” Twilight Whispers said.

“I just won’t do it, we change course and that is ulp…” The blade of the female ninja suddenly appearing at his windpipe urged the Captain to silence.

“Oh we will do it Captain, no be a sensible fellow and do as you are told and we’ll let you and your men loot the dhows when we are done,” Li’hi advised.



Before the coming of the dawn Li’hi rose to go to war.

“Help me on with my armour,” Messaline commanded rising naked from her bed and reaching for the woollen jerkin and leggings she wore under the metal.

“You are barely recovered, it is far too soon for you to fight,” Li’hi scolded.

“I have taught you everything you know about war and the martial arts, I know when I am ready to fight,” Snapped Messaline with all of her customary imperiousness.

“I really think you should hold back though…” Li’hi tried to argue.

“Nonsense I am the Princess, I shall lead my warriors into battle, I hide behind no woman any more than I hide behind men,” Messaline dismissed the matter with contempt, Li’hi sighed knowing that short of trying to tie Messaline up, which might result in embarrassing failure, there was nothing she could do.

“Oh great, you are all suicidal she devils,” Muttered the Captain as they came up on deck, he peered anxiously into the murk. Somewhere out there were the twin black hulls of the pirates but bearing no lights they were impossible to see.

That is for those who used only their eyes to see, “There, right there, you can hear the water lapping against their hulls,” Messaline pointed.

“Indeed most high lady, when they come closer my archers will be able to pick the individual men out by the sounds of their breathing,” Twilight Whispers agreed.

“From even further if someone makes them breath louder,” Messaline decided, she looked around a moment, “Li’hi grab that rope.” Unsure what it was about Li’hi did as she was bid.

To her horrified surprise Messaline drew her sword and in one swift stroke cut the line. Free of the tension the rope hurtled skywards with Li’hi as a mast rattled, “When you reach the end of the return swing let go, you should land on the nearest pirate ship.”

“What if I miss,” Li’hi called out in the general direction of Earth swirling somewhere below her.

“Then swim towards the noise,” Called Messaline cheerful as she leaped over the side of the junk.

“All very well if you can run on water,” Muttered Li’hi as her stomach floated obscenely in her belly as the rope seemed to come to a standstill in mid-air. Then she was hurtling back the other way, when the rope finally slowed again she released and closed her eyes.

The next thing she knew she was landing like a cannonball among a gang of pirates who had been munching a cold breakfast of meat in pocket bread before the light gave them a chance to see what their quarry might have gotten up to in the night. They were looking in the right direction because of all the yelling but that did not stop pirates and pita breads from hurtling in all directions. Li’hi skidded across the deck before bounding to her feet and drawing her sword.

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Messaline came summersaulting over the side rail, “Li’hi don’t forget to keep yelling your battle cry,” She called out over the sounds of fury from the startled pirates.

“Why?”

“So the ninjas don’t hit you by mistake,” Messaline yelled as the first arrows came zipping out of the fading night.



When the dawn light had taken full hold and the junk had come alongside the captive dhow the Captain immediately began to complain, “You promised me I would be able to loot both pirate ships!”

Messaline gave Li’hi a querying look. “I said once we had beaten the pirates he could loot them, I rather expected that they would be coming to us…somehow,” Li’hi responded with a sigh that suggested that the world was quit unfair.

“You show more respect to a Princess of the blood, be thankful that I do not have to flayed for such insolence, now go about your stealing, the other pirates decided to sail away, be glad I do not make you swim after them,” Messaline glared at the Captain who realised that a woman covered with the blood and gore of her routed enemies was not one to be messed with, he scurried off.

“Now Li’hi accompany me below, I wish to wash and you need to do so also,” Messaline commanded and Li’hi agreed meekly but not without a smirk towards Twilight Whispers who pretended not to respond but Li’hi knew better.

“First you will scrub my back and then I will scrub yours,” Messaline decided when the bath had been drawn from heated sea water, which was not the perfect way to wash but beat the alternative. Of course two women ardently in love scrubbing each other and then rubbing away the salt with soft towels inevitably led to other past times.

Suffice to say much pleasure was had.


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Soon enough though the voyage was at an end, the thronging ships and gleaming minarets and towers of Basra greeted the new arrivals as if nothing had changed. The shouted greetings and questions from the decks and wharfs though told a different story, war had come once again to the House of Islam.


To Be Continued​
 
A Roofless Rodent Presentation

Staring Messaline and LittleSiss (as Li'hi'sisu)

Script by Racing Rodent

Illuminations by Messaline

Into The Dragons' Lair

A story of Messaline of Jin

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The ship was large compared to the other junks in the fleet with three masts carrying broad latticed sails. Yet it felt awfully cramped after being on land and unlike the land it moved. Li’hi was not sure how she felt about that. It was not remotely the same of the familiar rolling gait of a horse on the steppe but at least she had avoided the seasickness that afflicted so many, landsmen and new recruits alike.

“Ha that one feeds the fish Miss, you see, same time every morning, can’t keep his breakfast down,” A laughing sailor paused from coiling rope to point and turned to share the joke with the attractive young woman who seemed rather more approachable that her fearsome Mistress.

“Why do you spend so long coiling rope?” Asked Li’hi already somewhat bored of the boorish attentions, Messaline was plotting something with Captain Po who acted as admiral of the convoy as well as commanding his own ship.

“Well the rope needs to be coiled see and it is easier than some of the other jobs that need doing so long as I am doing it none of the officers give me another job but it does not pay to finish too fast, I never finish too fast if you know what I mean,” He added with what he thought was enticing suggestiveness but just struck Li’hi as rather desperate leering.

“I say is that a real mermaid?” Li’hi called and pointed the man went almost over the side in his haste to crane his neck and see the fabled beauty. Li’hi skipped away while he was distracted, she knocked politely before drawing the curtain that shielded the entrance to the Captain’s map room.

“Oh come in Li’hi,” Said Messaline grandly, “The good Captain here was warning me that there will be a lot of Song activity in Palembang, our secret mission for the Emperor might be fraught with danger.”

“Oh terrible, we must be careful to avoid them, do we know in which quarters of the city they hang out?” Li’hi’sisu asked in wide eyed dutiful innocence.

“On the east bank of the river mostly,” Said Captain Po his demeanour which would normally be gruff converted to eager earnestness in his desire to please the daughter of his Sovereign. He helpfully got out a more detailed map and even made note of which taverns the captains of the Song ships hung out at and which were more favoured by their crews.

“Very useful, well I shan’t wish to keep you from your business, Li’hi and I have matters to discuss,” Messaline said pointedly and the Captain took the hint, bowed deeply and scurried through the curtain and out on to the deck.

“Messaline,” Whispered Li’hi careful to check there really were no ears just the other side of the thin partition, “Was is wise to have Twilight Whispers and the other Ninja’s depart back at the port, we might need them in Song?”

“It may not have been wise but it was just,” Messaline responded, “They had served me long and well but their losses mount, hopefully I can accomplish this mission without need for the more intimate kinds of violence,” She grimaced, there was no doubting that armies would march one way or another once it was learned where she intended to end up.

Still Li’hi nodded, she agreed with her heart that it was best that the female order of ninjas be allowed to seek out and establish some hidden sanctuary and training base. It was her head that sounded the note of caution.

“How long till we arrive in Palembang?” She asked.

“Oh many weeks but do not worry, these ships all sail faster than the fastest horse and as fast as any ship my father might send out after me,” Said Messaline and then heard glad cries from up ahead, “Oh flying fish, let us go see these creatures for ourselves,” She broke into a run with almost girlish delight.

It was several days later before there was serious trouble. “Your Imperial Highness you must come quickly,” One of the soldiers attached to the crew called out in urgent alarm hurriedly buckling into his armour.

“What is the cause of all this Captain Po?” Asked Messaline striding forth onto the quarterdeck.

“Princess Messaline, we are ambushed by pirates, you can see they have their fleets arrayed to catch our convoy in a pincer movement,” Po pointed out the flock of sails either side of the channel between two islands towards which the Jin ships were headed.

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“They seem a long way away, can you not simply take another channel and sail around them?” Asked the Princess curiously.

“No, the wind prevents us turning around and in these narrow waters…the fleet is too large,” Po shrugged, “We are committed to a battle, you must stay below for your own safety.”

“Nonsense,” Responded Messaline, “I and Li’hi are you best warriors and by far the best equipped summon our armour we shall lead you in the fighting should it come hand to hand,” Said Messaline confidently.

“Oh it will come hand to hand Your Imperial Highness,” Warned Po grimly but sent for their equipment and weapons to be brought to them all the same.

The sea battle seemed awfully slow at first. The ships slowly edged towards one another, both side dropping sail to sacrifice speed in the hopes of making the other lot move first and yield an advantage.

Still things speeded up dramatically as the first ships began to slam together and men leaped across the gaps with weapons in their hands. Not every man made it and many a would be warrior disappeared into the ocean, armour or no few could swim and most of these swiftly drowned.

“The Dread Pirate Java Ti,” Called out an hysterical sailor as a blue sail with a red eight pointed star was raised up the masts of several of the attacking ships.

Neither Messaline nor Li’hi were much concerned with this concentrating instead on using their bows to winnow the ranks of pirates crowding the decks closing with their own. Yet with the inevitability of the turning of the moon two of the pirate ships ran up either side of Po’s and grappling hooks were cast forth to bind them fast.

Li’hi and Messaline gave each other a look, set down their bows and drew their swords and sprang aboard one of the pirate ships landing in the midst of the startled would be boarders who instead found themselves boarded. A flurry of kicks, blows and sword strokes cleared a space around them and then the two women warriors truly went on to the attack. By the time Po and urgent honour guard caught up with them the surviving pirates were scrambling for safety on to an allied vessel tied up just beyond.

“Captain Po, concentrate your men and sweep clear the other pirate vessel, these carrion feeders are no match for Li’hi and myself we shall take care of them,” With that Messaline went bounding aboard the third pirate vessel leaving Po to turn on and rout the crew of the other. Li’hi followed close behind the Princess but she was not sure she needed to. Three pirates rose up before her and went back down again just as quickly two missing their heads one just a pair of legs as his torso disappeared into the ocean. Messaline was if anything having even less trouble with adversaries who mostly relied on numbers and bluster and were not remotely trained to her level.

Indeed so terrible were the women that pirates were flinging themselves into the sea regardless of the odds of their staying afloat long enough to find something they could cling to in order to escape the certain death that the Princess and her companion in arms represented.

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Then from the pirates came a great hollering and raucous cheering, it was hard to make out the words in their uncouth foreign tongue but “Jai Ti, Jai,” Became clear easily enough.

Emerging from the stern structure of a larger gilded pirate dhow came a masked man clad in armour of human bones reinforced with iron bands. “I am Jai Ti, commonly known to sailors of your nation as Java Ti,” He roared, “For once I hear of a warrior nearly my match in battle and I would know his name?”

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“Her name is Messaline of Jin and I will have your head you pirate dog,” Said Princess but for a long while nothing happened as the great pirate ship was slowly edged into position with the vessel she and Li’hi had stricken of its crew. Then with a bound Jai Ti was before her as his foremost cutthroats attempted to seize and grapple Li’hi.

Li’hi smashed the first cutthroat in the face. Ducked the lunge of the next and slammed a group of them down by shoulder charging one into the others but the main battle it soon became clear was between Messaline and Java Ti. He smashed at Messaline with a mace while she was distracted fending off the sword in his other hand and she went arcing head over heels into the sea.

For a single horrible moment Li’hi thought her lover was doomed and then Messaline’s feet struck water. Hard. So hard it set for a brief span as hard as stone. She leapt up and kicked down again. For a few moments she looked like nothing more than a petulant child leaping up and down in the throes of some tantrum and then she was away sprinting the wave tops as if they were so many stairs. The Princess grabbed a rope and running in a long arc used it to swing herself up and around on board an Imperial ship had been besieged but a moment before.

Li’hi seeing the pirates around her distracted, chopped at the pins and ropes holding a mast upright and leapt atop it, riding its motion to join her lover on board the Imperial junk, there she and Messaline set to swiftly reversing the previous course of the action aboard that vessel.

“After them you fools, would you lose the battle?” Roared Jai Ti, went leaping from deck to deck until he could once again confront Messaline while his slower minions scurried along behind. In the meantime a fresh mob of pirates descended on Li’hi and she lost herself in the dance of swords and fists as she sent many of them to meet their ancestors.

“You fight well for a barbarian,” Messaline complimented the Pirate Chief, “Almost as well as a Chinese.”

“I was fortunate, once when a typhoon had me ship wrecked I was lucky enough to pluck a Master of your Martial Arts out of the water. Mistaking me for a humble fisherman we spent the months stranded on a small island with him teaching me all he knew. When he had done so I killed him and signalled one of my ships to come rescue me and have ruled these seas ever since as the undisputed pirate king.”

“You boast much,” Said Messaline, “Let us test your boasts,” She launched a flurry of kicks and sword thrusts that would have broken or spitted most men. Indeed they drove Jai Ti back to a mast and then up it as the two warriors ascended the collapsing sail with its multiple rigid yards.

Then Messaline was forced to leap clear for safety landing upon the deck of yet another ship, she turned once again to face Java Ti as he descended like a thunderbolt. Each struck the other in a cascade of blows so hard that sparks and shards of armour went flying off but neither could gain an advantage.

Li’hi tried to cut her way through the press of pirates to come to Messaline’s aid but always the two were one leap, one step and sometimes one ship’s deck ahead of her as the fight between the furious pair whirled around the entangled fleets.

The fight seemed destined to go on for ever between the evenly matched pair until at last they stood upon the deck of a pirate ship that was almost entirely a roaring inferno. Suddenly the deck gave way beneath Messaline. She kicked hard to avoid going down into the flames but the distraction was enough. A blow from the hilt of his sword sent Messaline into unconsciousness and he held her with his blade pressed against her throat, then leaping to safety aboard another Jai Ti called all, “Surrender you dogs lest I kill your precious Messaline of Jin.”

For Li’hi who up until that moment had been having a fairly good battle against lesser opponents there was no choice and she laid down her sword, dispirited the Chinese sailors did likewise.

“I am Jai Ti and you are all my prisoners!” Cried out the Pirate Chieftain in a bellow of triumph.

To Be Continued​
 
"O Arr! Ahoi therr! Shiverr me timbers! Fifteen men to a dead maans chest. Yo ho ho an' a bottle o' rum!
Oi be Cutthroat Jake, sworrn enemee o' Caapta'n Pugwash an' his ship the Blaak Pig.
Oi be traavelin' the 'igh Caaribbean Sea in my bespoke sloop with it's extrerr maasts!
As those Amerrican Beach Boys would sing
"We sailed on the sloop John B,
My grandfather and me.
Round Nassau town we did roam
Drinking all night, got into a fight,
I feel so broke up, I wanna go home.
So hoist up the John B's sails
See how the mainsail's set
Call for the captain ashore, Let me go home
Let me go home, I wanna go home (Yeah yeah)
Well I feel so broke up
I wanna go home".
So to my piirate kids trav'lling with me Oi say
"Aay up and a bottle o' pop!"
Farrewell for now me 'aarty landlubberrs! Oi go to boarrd Caapta'n Bluebearrd's barrque!
And when I do, he'll waalk that plaank wi' me piirates sworrd behind him! Arr!"
Lance Corporal Jones of Warmington-on Sea Home guard platoon;
"They don't like the cold steel up 'em Captain Mainwaring!"
 

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So basically you like what you've read? ;)

Don't worry folks I am working on the end but I am trying to make sure the last three chapters fit and produce a polished ending :)
 
So basically you like what you've read? ;)

Don't worry folks I am working on the end but I am trying to make sure the last three chapters fit and produce a polished ending :)


...tree regrets to say this means he is polishing his knob...

T

...yes, Ulrika, that is a reference to masturbation... what? Yes squirrels can do that...

...dumb bitch...
 
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Baghdad was burning. The Mongol hordes had broken through the gates and now made good on their vow that any city which defied them would perish. The hot rasp of fire and the taint of sooty smoke was thick upon the air. The sound flames only challenged by the ringing clash of metal and the sounds of screaming, the endless screaming.

Baghdad was dying. The Mongol horde hell bent on punishing the Caliphate had unleashed the customary sack in the wake of their triumph but without any of the usual norms of restraint. No elite bands of disciplined troops guarded the most sacred, the most prestigious and the most noble of buildings. Mosques, churches and synagogues all were being pillaged and smashed, then put to the torch. Libraries were looted by the more intelligent and refined of the invaders or simply burned by the less discerning. Precious collections generations in the gathering to be scattered across Asia or worse burnt to so much useless dust in a world with too much dust and ashes.

Baghdad was undone. Men were killed without mercy. One by one or by the tens or by the scores, simply butchered whether they cowed or stood or overwhelmed if they tried to fight. Only a few skilled artisans might hope that their skill would earn them a life of slavery but as salvations stood that was chancy. For the women there was rape and for those taken into slavery it might yet be they would envy their sisters who had died.

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“Hold still,” Messaline commanded, the woman, wife or concubine or possibly well regarded slave, it was difficult to tell among all this opulence, flinched, Messaline and her warrior women had taken up station inside the harem of some wealthy magnate, a lesser sultan maybe or some merchant prince. They were not here in hiding but in ambush. They knew so rich a prize would draw Mongol scavengers like human flies. Having seen the guards were run off they would not be expecting much resistance inside. The women of the harem cowered, these strangers almost as terrifying to them as the foes outside destroying a world that most of them knew only by gossip.

At last the first of the jackals had arrived. Some Mongol lordling though his retainers were not of his people, Kazakhs or Uzbeks or any one of a hundred kinds of Turk, it was such as these that now swelled the Horde. The Lord barked out a harsh and jeering greeting, meaningless words to the normal stock of the Harem but Messaline understood that hated language well enough.

“I am Bataar, the heroic, the strong and before this night is done I will have diddled all you wenches so that you swoon with pleasure, come now and bow before your new Master!”

“Hard to diddle without a cock,” Challenged Messaline emerging from behind a pillar, an arrow plunged from her bow deep into the man’s groin. Whether she had hit the presumably minuscule target or not mattered little. The male reflex to check those parts left Bataar’s throat unguarded and Messaline holding her bow in her left drew her sword with her right hand and struck his head away with one blow.

“Attack, kill them all,” She commanded and the Turkish Mongols died in a cacophony of screams and ringing steel.

A short while later Li’hi presented her Princess with an unusual prize.

“What is this? It looks like a damp slug,” Asked Messaline.

“They are moustaches, if we are to disguise ourselves as Mongols it might be easier if we look more like men, now put it on above your lip quickly before the glue dries else it will get really awkward.” Li’hi insisted.

“I hate skulking,” Muttered Messaline.

“Well plan A of fighting the entire Mongol Horde by ourselves did not work out so well so we go with my plan this time,” Li’hi snarked. Messaline sighed and attached the fake moustache, after some long moments it finally stuck.

“This really itches,” She complained.

“Maybe that is why men are so bad tempered so often?” Suggested Li’hi and then went about organising the rescue of the Harem women. Not that they seemed to be eager to be rescued though this if anything only made the prodding sword points and sudden whip blows from the newly minted ‘Mongol’ soldiery all the more convincing. Genuine terror was easily more impressive than the acted sort and soon enough the women were bound to the saddles of ponies who might have noticed their masters were a tad lighter on average and were maybe a little confused when some at least mounted the wrong horses but overall took it all as a normal day of looting and pillage.

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They were certainly glad enough to head away from the fires and smokes and fumes and screams of pain and terror. A brief moment of uncertainty arose when Messaline was challenged by another Mongol Lord.

“My Lord Bataar is returning to camp to enjoy his day’s spoils, he will resume his part in the sack on the morrow,” Li’hi claimed, shaking the standard with its wolf tails of the now very late Bataar.

“Meh whatever, there is still more to plunder yet, I have heard tell they had broken into the citadel and routed out the Caliph but whatever, you miss the fun if you want to,” Sniffed the other Mongol whose bloodshot eyes clearly showed he was in the grip of the killing craze, he shrugged his shoulders and he and his company wondered off in search of more Baghdadis to slaughter.



That night the party of false Mongols and wailing, footsore former harem women camped out under the stars, further west of the main siege camps than most but still within all too easy sight of the fires and earshot of the sound of tumult.

“Can I take this damn moustache off?” Asked Messaline.

“Not yet,” Said Li’hi, “We have only so much glue and besides taking it off and putting it on again will only be more painful the more often we do it.”

“I am not making love to you with a moustache,” Said Messaline firmly.

“Oh I don’t know it could be fun,” Laughed Li’hi brushing her own bogus lip fringe which ended in bedraggled curls.

“Damn things tickle,” Complained the Princess.

“So, make me giggle some more,” Li’hi laughed and lay back, “We are alive and I want to be reminded of that fact tonight more than most.”

Messaline nodded, “But I tell you as soon as we win ahead of these damn Mongols then these beards come off.”

“Moustaches they are…oh…oh yes,” Li’hi sighed as Messaline set her lips gliding over her friend’s body. Aches stole away forgotten as arms entwined, cares ceased awhile as skin quickened to touch, hurts were forgotten and legs writhed.

Once again there was the joyous exploration of life. Breasts so potent with feminine power and ardour, bellies that yearned to quiver with delight, well-toned muscles in arms and legs that leapt with spark of electric joy at the caress of a lover, rounded buttocks like peaches ripe for kissing and lips oh so hungry lips, topped by the soft yielding fur of…

“Dammit these moustaches are so weird,” Messaline groused once again.

“Stop worrying My Princess, My Love, go to my jade gate and pleasure me there, I wonder what it might feel like,” Li’hi giggled, “And then of course I shall return the favour.”

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To Be Continued​
 
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