Xena: Calisto's Escape

By BackRub

CALISTO'S ESCAPE

Author's Preface:

This story is to be read only by people beyond their community's age of legal consent. It is intended for mature adults who can distinguish between fantasy and reality and who do not object to graphic descriptions of sexual activities. Others should read no further.

This story was begun the day after I watched the "Calisto" episode of "Xena: Warrior Princess." I've been a fan of the program for some time, and had been thinking about writing something for alt.sex.stories with a Xena' theme. I hope you enjoy it. The story starts at the point where the episode ended.

Backrub (bckrub@aol.com) May 25, 1996

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The blond woman's chest was still heaving slightly from the exertion of the fight just lost. Perspiration dripped from her forehead and long hair, a rivulet running down into her cleavage. Even manacled in defeat she stood tall, her eyes pained, yet defiant. Her thighs were still taut and strong, her arms at the ready, even though her wrists were bound by chains. Her fingers deftly searched the manacles for a weakness, as her mind searched people for a weakness that she could exploit.

The raven-haired woman also had a sheen of perspiration over her body, the musky scent of battle and the exhilaration of release. She walked down the line of prisoners, a shorter golden-haired woman by her side.

"I'm glad you spared Calisto," said the blond companion.

"It was the right thing to do," replied Xena, as they passed the end of the line of captives, ignoring the vanquished Calisto.

Calisto overheard and a smile returned to her face. "The right thing to do . . . that's what they think."

Xena and Gabrielle moved quickly ahead of the slowing-moving line of captives, returning to Delphi where they planned to spend a few days for Calisto's trial before moving on.

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As the column of Calisto's small band passed through the middle of the forest, she completed her defeat of the crude manacles. Waiting for the moment one of the village guards was at her side, she sprang, without her usual attack cry. Smashing the guard in the face with the manacles and her fists, he collapsed unconscious, but not before she had taken the sword from his scabbard. She used it to quickly cut the leather bonds of one of her warriors, just as a second villager was alerted and came running. He was met by a sword for which he was no match, and he fell dead. A second sword captured and another Calisto warrior freed, another inexperienced Delphian fallen. The rout had begun. Calisto's warriors were freed in minutes and their former captors lay dead, wounded or unconscious. Melas, who had thirsted so much for Calisto's blood, lay face down with a lump on his head. He slept until villagers found him hours later. Calisto's band moved into the forest, returned to their old encampment, gathered weapons and supplies and then appeared to vanish into thin air.

There were no more raids by Calisto and her warriors for weeks. No attempt to further malign Xena's name with slaughter. While Xena was concerned when she heard of Calisto's escape, two weeks of searching produced no clues to the whereabouts of her nemesis.

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Gabrielle was haggling with the vegetable monger in the village square when she felt a bite at her neck. As her vision blurred and knees buckled, she saw the horse-drawn cart approach. That was the last thing she saw until she awoke many hours later, tied to the rack.

The rack had been built specifically for its purpose, of strong, but relatively flexible branches. The rack was mounted on six posts at the four corners and two more at the midpoints of the sides, about one foot off the ground. Carefully lashed into a lattice, the branches were covered with fabric or moss to soften them. Large openings were provided at strategic points for the subject's breasts and the area from his/her hips down to the mid-thigh. Gabrielle lay face down and naked on the rack, her arms and ankles tied to the four corner posts.

As she regained consciousness, Gabrielle drank from the cup placed at her lips before she had time to think of anything except that she was thirsty. The drink tasted of mint and herbs and she drank much of it as her head cleared. She thought better of it only when it was too late. The first things she saw and felt were the hand holding her hair, lifting her head and pouring the potion into her mouth, the beautiful, gleeful face of Calisto inches to her side, and the tall, muscular naked male warrior standing at the head of the rack, slowly stroking his hard member as he poured olive oil onto it. The hard shaft glistened in the light of the large, warm camp fire and even in her dazed state, Gabrielle blushed slightly at the sight of the erect cock.

"Well, well, here we are again, aren't we, little one?"

"This doesn't change anything, Calisto. Xena will just find you again and kick your ass all the way back to Delphi for trial."

"Maybe, maybe, maybe. And perhaps this time we will approach things in another way. Perhaps this time you will tell us who is close to Xena, whose death would wound her as she has wounded me."

"I would never tell you anything, you crazy bitch!"

"Oh, but I think you will my irritating little friend. Before we fought Xena as warriors on the battlefield. That time will come again, but before it does, we will defeat Xena with the magic of the black arts and the gods. The potion that has quenched your thirst will also satisfy my need for knowledge about Xena's weaknesses and her plans. You are smarter and stronger than I thought, little slit, but the potion will force you to choose between your need to be silent about Xena and other needs that you refuse yourself all too much. I know those needs have been aching in your heart and your loins. After a time, those needs will bring you to think that telling me about Xena would not be so horrible, compared to satisfying your other . . . urges. To defeat the potion you will have to refuse those needs, and ripe little woman, I do not think you can do that at all. Once you submit to your hunger, you will submit to me."

Calisto looked up and nodded to someone Gabrielle couldn't see. She heard the sound of someone sliding across the ground beneath the rack, and then she felt a mouth kissing the insides of her thighs. She saw naked warriors who had been standing nearby slide under the rack and then she felt their mouths on her breasts. Other unseen hands gently rubbed and stroked her back, ass and thighs. The potion was beginning to make her feel euphoric and the tongues and hands were something she had not felt in a long time.

She felt anger at being captured, some humiliation at her exposure, but she also felt a rising warmth in her body, a warmth that was hard to deny. She thought about kissing Iolaus those many months ago, and how she could feel his hardness rub against her as they held each other for those moments before he left. She thought of the longing that burned many nights and the desire she had repressed to grind herself against Xena's strong thighs under the stars. The two mouths sucking on her nipples and the other now licking her love petals were beckoning her toward a release she had only been satisfying with her hand, beneath a blanket at night, muffling her cries so that Xena would not hear. Xena's stoic lifestyle and work ethic never seemed to leave room for pleasures Gabrielle needed. She had steeled herself to deny those needs, but they were always there.

Gabrielle feared that her release would lead to betrayal, and she tried to gather her thoughts, even as she felt a fourth warrior grab and spread the cheeks of her ass and begin flicking his tongue across her tiny puckered anus. She fought for control, trying to gather her anger. She tried distraction, concentrating on recalling the names of the contestants at the first Olympic Games that Hercules' had organized to provide an outlet for aggressive warlords.

Gabrielle lifted her head and glanced to the side to see Calisto watching her intently, straddling the face of a warrior, her pelvis grinding over his mouth as his tongue slid over Calisto's pussy lips and she clutched his hair. Calisto's face went through waves of lust and mischievousness. She seemed to be looking at something or someone behind Gabrielle and an impish smile spread across Calisto's face.

Thwack! The large strong hand came down flat and hard across Gabrielle's ass and she almost lost complete control right then. Slap! Again. And again. The mouths sucked harder and began to gently bite her nipples, while the one beneath found her clit, his lips wrapping themselves around her throbbing nub. He laid his hands against her pelvis to brace her against the impact of the spanking and used his thumbs to spread her pussy lips, exposing her clit to his swirling tongue and sucking lips. Gabrielle began to whimper and tugged at her bonds as her body tensed, gasping desperately for release. The muscles that had grown strong from her weeks of travel and adventures with Xena stood out, well defined.

The sound began deep in her throat and broke from her mouth as a loud cry, just as she felt a lubricated finger slide into her ass, and another into her pleasure sheath. She shook violently, her hips thrusting against the hungry face beneath her. The waves of pleasure continued as the fingers slid in and out of her ass and pussy and the tongues continued their wet slide over her clit and nipples.

And then a hand grasped her hair and lifted her head. Calisto swung her body onto the rack and presented a wet, musky pussy to Gabrielle's face.

"I'm sure you want Xena's, but you'll have to lick mine! It seems only fitting to complete your submission, little girl!"

The potion and the heady scent of musk and sweat overcame what little resistance Gabrielle had left. She licked and sucked enthusiastically, drawing more pleasure as the tongues and fingers continued their attack on her sweet body. She came again with Calisto's cunt grinding against her face. Her tongue slid into Calisto's cunt as she came.

Gabrielle felt the splatter of cum on her back. She looked up into Calisto's eyes, but could only guess that the warrior's lustful stare was at a group of naked warriors gathered around the rack, stroking their oiled cocks. She heard loud male grunts and groans as they stiffened and spurted all over her back and her ass. She heard the wet sound of strong hands stroking slippery cocks.

She felt someone straddle the rack below and she felt the soft/hard head of a penis at her pussy . . . in it slid. She was so wet that it found no resistance at all. The warrior leaned forward half-lying atop her and slid in and out of her warm grasping sheath as the tongue below continued licking her clit. She felt herself opened up and after many minutes and another wave that crashed her against the shore, she felt him shudder and come, his hot breath on the back of her neck and his withdrawn cock rubbing and spurting against her ass.

Calisto was kneeling next to her, her face inches from Gabrielle. Grabbing her hair to raise her head, Calisto whispered into Gabrielle's ear, "Now little flower, tell me what I want to know."

She held her ear to Gabrielle's mouth as the young woman spoke, her face going from a triumphant grin to a scowl.

"You haven't told me anything I don't already know! Telling me that Xena cares for you, and her village, and Hercules and oppressed people everywhere' does me no good! The potion was supposed to loosen your lust and your tongue!"

"Hey, one out of two ain't bad. Maybe you were sold some bad herbs, Calisto. Can we try again? Especially with the guys underneath me?"

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Xena approached the nude warrior standing furthest from the camp fire. He was stroking his cock, watching the warriors stroke themselves off on Gabrielle, waiting his turn. She moved quickly from behind, pinching an artery at the base of his penis. He winced as whispered into his ear, "I've just stopped the blood flow to your cock. If I don't release the blood flow within two minutes, you'll never come again. So tell me how many men are in the camp and how many are nearby?"

After she pinched the artery to reverse the damage, Xena stood behind the warrior, and stroked his cock with her other hand until he shuddered and came. His groans were muffled by her hand over his mouth.

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"C'mon, Calisto, why don't you introduce me to the guys with the educated tongues?"

The chakram whistled through the night air. It hit one post on the rack, freeing one of Gabrielle's feet, bounced off a boulder and then hit the bonds holding her two wrists.

Xena's war cry pierced the night. She catapulted into the camp site, throwing herself against Calisto just before the rebel could start to react.

"Be hospitable, Calisto. You really should introduce Gabrielle to her new friends."

"Kill them!" Calisto ordered her warriors.

Only a few started to move and they hesitated when they found themselves confronted by Xena's icy stare, and her sword.

"You know, Calisto, I always used to have a rule for my army: no sex before a battle. It saps their will. And it's never a good idea to sleep with your adversaries. Only the most cold hearted want to kill someone they've shared pleasure with. Your warriors are basically good men. Call it a night and surrender."

Gabrielle had untied the last of her bonds and was now sitting on the edge of the rack, with two of her lovers at her sides. Her fingers ran through their curls. "So, my name's Gabrielle, what's yours? Do you enjoy poetry? Homer? The plays of Pericles?"

"Calisto, Xena continued, "I was once like you. You need to see beyond your hatred, see that there's much more in life. I learned that. If you never learn that lesson then there will always be someone else. There will always be someone who is faster than you. Always someone who wants to prove themselves against you. History just isn't on your side, or mine . . ."

"I don't care what you say, Xena. I won't be happy until you are destroyed."

"And what will you feel then Calisto? Will that bring your family back? I don't want to fight you, Calisto. We're going to leave. If you stay on the road of death and oppression I will raise an army against you and perhaps next time there will be no trial, no due process. I hope with all my heart that day does not come. Think about it. . . sister."

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Gabrielle and Xena walked in the dawn light back toward Delphi.

"This won't be the last of Calisto, will it Xena?"

"I'd like to think so, but I wouldn't bet on it."

Gabrielle fingered a piece of papyrus in her hand.

"I got their names: Lubricus, Satyris and the one without a foreskin is Abraham. They live only a few villages away and Abraham even writes his own poetry and local histories. Could we stop at the hot springs near Delphi? My back is pretty sticky."