Barbarian Seraglio I
by Ronin

Drogan, the iron thewed barbarian king of Azaterra, was returning from
yet another victory.  He had cleaned out a nest of black sorcerers
plaguing his people.  Now, standing on the parapets of his castle, two
beautiful women awaited his return.
Ulrica was a big blonde from the far north.  Drogan had saved her from
a fearsome troll. She had been meant to  be the monthly sacrifice to the
monster.  Her fellow villagers had chained her at the mouth of the
fiend's cave.  When the beast emerged from its lair to devour her,
Drogan had intervened.  He had attacked the ogre with his bare hands,
grappling with it for hours.  In the end, the champion had torn the
demon's arm off.  It ran back into its cave to bleed to death. Ulrica,
not wanting to return to the people who had betrayed her, followed
Drogan  on a few adventures.  In that time, she had become infatuated
with the grim eyed barbarian.
Ayesha was a dark beauty from the deep desert.  Her father, a tribal
chieftain, had given her to the hero after Drogan had saved the tribe
from vampiric marauders.  In truth, she had begged her father to let her
go with the mighty warrior.  He had cut the head off the master vampire
just as the bloodsucker was about to feast on the lovely desert virgin.
At that moment, she had given her heart to Drogan.
The two lovelies watched as the barbaric champion rode towards them.
Each hoped that they would be the first to welcome him.  Although the
barbarian had many women in his seraglio, these two were his favorites.
Both had dreams of becoming queen of Azaterra.  They viewed each other
as an obstacle to that goal.
They vied constantly with each other for the king's attention.  When
they spoke of each other, it was with searing contempt.  In Drogan's
absence,  Ayesha  had tried to poison  Ulrica.   Ulrica, in turn, had
paid a servant to murder  Ayesha.   Both attempts had failed, of
course.  Bothien, Drogan's chief counselor had found out about the
plots.  As soon as his lord returned, the counselor informed Drogan.
His Majesty was annoyed.  He had both woman locked in their quarters.
At midnight the rivals were escorted to the king's chambers. They had
both donned their finest silks, and had applied their best perfumes.
They were surprised and dismayed to see one another.  They eyed one
another with searing hatred.  He had taken of his armor, and was sitting
on a camp stool wearing only a samite loin cloth.  His broad shoulders
and massive sinew ached with fatigue after his last battle.  His eyes
flashed angrily when he saw his two favorite concubines.  Ayesha and
Ulrica admired his herculean physique.
"I have decided to take a queen." Drogan announced, "She must give me
strong sons.  Since you two wish to kill each other, you will do it here
and now.  You will fight with your bare hands.  If the loser survives,
it will be to become the winner's slave."
Without another word, the two rivals pounced upon one another. 
Ulrica  grabbed  Ayesha  by her raven tresses.   Ayesha  struck the ice
maiden in her generous bosom.   Ulrica  threw the desert flower to the
floor.  She threw herself upon the slim, dark hair beauty.
Ayesha  raised a knee, catching the northern girl in the stomach. 
Ulrica  landed on her side, squirming in suffering.   Ayesha  got to her
knees.  She cheerfully tore the blonde's skimpy silken garments from her
curvaceous body,  leaving her totally nude.  The Norse goddess kicked
the exotic southern girl in the chest.  The  desert beauty screeched as
she fell on her back.  The  two sirens got to their feet.
Slowly, they two circled each other, like a panther and a mountain
lion. Suddenly, Ulrica grabbed Ayesha by the throat, forcing the sable
haired princess back onto a rough hewed table.  Putting one hand over
Ayesha's mouth, and pinching her nose shut with the other, Ulrica began
to smother her hated rival.  Ayesha's eyes were wide and round with
panic.  Her lungs were starved for air.  Her hands fluttered about as
helplessly as captured butterflies.
Ulrica released the raven tressed girl's nose just long enough to shred
her silken brassiere, exposing her flawless breasts.
Finally, Ayesha's left hand lighted on a clay pot.  Bringing it up in a
large arc, she smashed it against Ulrica's right temple.  The blonde
staggered backwards, dazed by the unexpected blow. 
After taking a breath, Ayesha went on the attack.  She chopped the
blonde in the throat with edge of her hand.  Ulrica gagged.  Her hands
went reflexively to her throat.  The desert beauty kicked the northern
girl in the stomach.
The blonde maiden went to her knees, retching.  She rocked back and
forth in terrible pain.  Ayesha walked over to her victim, kneeing her
in the face.  Ulrica sprawled on her back on the cold, stone floor.  The
princess of the wastes looked down on her northern foe.
"I shall be Drogan's queen." she pronounced, "You are but a worm under
my feet."
She raised her dainty foot to stomp on Ulrica's ample bosom.  At the
last moment though, the northern girl caught Ayesha's leg, and twisted
her ankle.  The dark girl went down abruptly, hitting her head on the
flinty flagstone.  Stars appeared in front of her eyes.  She was only
half conscious as her rival crawled atop of her.
With a wicked laugh, Ulrica tore the rest of Ayesha's costume from her
exquisite body.  Now both woman were equally nude.  The big blonde
bestraddled the dark beauty, slapping her mercilessly.  She used each
slap to punctuate a word.
"Drogan...is...mine!" she said through gritted teeth,
"You...are...an...ugly...toad."
With a spurt of strength borne of heartache and fear, Ayesha was able
to throw her opponent off her.  As she tried to stand, she felt Ulrica's
sleek, powerful legs clamp around her middle.  The breath was forced
from her body.   She let out a squeak of pain, not having enough air to
scream.    The desert beauty's hand reached into the blonde's crotch.
Ulrica screamed indignantly.  Her legs snapped open.  Ayesha gasped for
air.  The valkirye got to her feet.  The desert belle was only on her
knees, when she was grasped by her hair, and was hauled to her feet.
The northern goddess backhanded the desert princess across the face.
Ulrica wrapped her powerful arms around the poor dusky skinned beauty,
squeezing her against her massive breasts.
Ayesha could only whimper.  Ulrica gave a wicked laugh.  "What is wrong
little toad?" she asked mockingly "Do you wish to give up your claim to
Drogan/"
Ayesha shook her head with defiance. Ulrica laughed again, and let
Ayesha fall flop to the floor.  The  desert enchantress sprawled on the
floor of the royal chamber.  She turned her head to look over where
Drogan was sitting.  She remembered their first night in the desert, how
tender he had been.  She knew she was losing the fight.  Her heart broke
when she realized she would never be in his arms again.
Ulrica kicked her rival on to her stomach.  Taking her right arm, the
big blonde twisted Ayesha's arm behind her back.  The dark haired girl
grimaced in pain.  With her free hand, the Northern amazon, grabbing a
handful of ebon locks, pulled Ayesha's head back.  The dark haired
beauty's neck was wrenched excruciatingly backwards.  The triumphant
woman planted her knees in the small of the smaller girl's back.
Ayesha's scream was heart rending.
For some time, Ulrica sustained her hold.  Then, she bent her opponent
backwards.  She wrapped her upper arm tightly around Ayesha's throat.
After, a few moments, the helpless girl mercifully passed out.  The
victorious girl looked to the king.
"Should I snap her neck, Sire?"  she asked the king.
"Do you wish to?" he asked back.
She shook her head.  "I have always wanted a slave." she said.  She
picked up the conquered girl, and flung the desert girl over her
shoulder.  She dropped Ayesha at Drogan's feet.  With the shreds of the
discarded garments, Ulrica tied Ayesha's wrists and ankles together.
Ayesha came around.  She was tied to a chair.  Ulrica had splashed a
cup of wine in her face.  Ayesha looked up into the eyes of the nude
blonde goddess.
Ulrica smiled down at her victim.  "Drogan belongs to me," she told the
raven tressed beauty, "as do you." 
Ayesha was forced to watch Drogan bed Ulrica.  Her sobs were heard
throughout the castle.