Barbarian Seraglio 2
by
Ronin

    Queen Ulrica was incensed.  After three months, Her king, Drogan the
Grim-Eyed, had returned.  While this had filled Ulrica with joy, she was
not happy to see Drogan's new companion.  Thale` was a petite beauty
from the eastern mountains.  She had been given to the barbarian after
he had fought off a band of brigands who had been terrorizing her
village.      She had been more than willing to go.   Her small hamlet
offered her little future.  A few of the local boys had competed for her
attention, but  Thale`  always believed there was something grander in
store for her than to be a wife of a peddler or farmer, and when Drogan
arrived, she knew her feelings had been right.
    Though small in stature, Thale` was perfectly proportioned.  With
emerald green eyes, auburn hair, and an angelic smile, every boy who met
her fell in love instantly.   Drogan  was no different.
    The King had installed his new acquisition in her own apartments in
his new palace.  The rooms looked onto the gardens that the Queen had
insisted on being planted.  She had never known that so many flowers had
existed when she had been living in her barren northern home.  The riot
of color and fragrances delighted her senses.
    The Queen was furious to think that a mere slip of a girl could be a
threat to her position.  She had connived and fought to become  Drogan's
consort.  The blonde valkyrie had physically defeated her leading rival,
Ayesha.
    The desert beauty was now Ulrica's body slave.  The queen was a
cruel mistress who took pleasure in humiliating her former competitor. 
She would lead the dusky belle in public nude, and on a leash.   Ulrica
would frequently beat her slave on a whim.   She enjoyed dominating the
smaller girl.  Ayesha  would beg for mercy, but would receive little. 
On cold nights, when  Drogan  was away, Ulrica would use Ayesha  as a
bed warmer.  They would sleep nude together under piles of furs.  Even
here, Ulrica would dominate, always sleeping on top of the more petite
girl.  Some thought they wrestled in their sleep.   Others said that the
blonde Queen used the desert princess as a sex toy when the King was on
one of his quests.
    One day, Ulrica confronted the mountain beauty in one of the many
corridors of the castle.
    "So Harlot," the Queen declared, "tonight, you and I will fight for
the pleasure of the King."
    Thale`'s face fell.  Ulrica could see fear in her young rival's
eyes.  "But, Your Majesty," the young girl said, "I have no wish to
fight you!"
    Ulrica laughed. "What you wish is of no interest to me." she said
disdainfully,  "You have tried to steal the King's affection from me. 
For that, you will feel my wrath!"
    Thale`   was aghast with horror.  Never in her life had she been in
a physical conflict with anyone, especially another woman.
    "We shall fight to the death." the Queen added.
    This added to the dread the little mountain beauty  already felt. 
Ulrica could see the alarm upon Thale`'s pretty face.  She smiled
cruelly as she saw the fear grow in her smaller rival's eyes.  "Do not
fear. little one." she said with a laugh, "Perhaps you will triumph, and
have the King all to yourself."
    With a dismissive wave of her hand, Queen Ulrica left poor Thale` 
trembling in apprehension of what the night would bring.
    All that day, the diminutive mountain beauty  was in a incessant
state of panic.  She had heard rumors of the brawl the Queen and her
slave.  She had been told that Ayesha  had once been a haughty
princess.  Ulrica had beaten her badly, turning her into a bondmaid, and
pretty plaything of the Queen's.  The once proud desert beauty was now a
forlorn wretch to be pitied.
    Thale`   feared her fate would be the same or perhaps, even worse. 
She spent hours imagining what the Queen would do to her that night.
    That evening, in the banquet hall, Thale`   had eaten little.  Her
stomach felt as if it had been tied in a sailor's knot.  All through the
repast Ulrica had glared at her.  It was as if a tigress was
contemplating a doe she was about to devour.  The regal beauty smiled at
her apprehensive rival.  It was not a smile of kindness.
    That night, as the moonlight streamed through her window, the little
mountain nymph awaited her ruin.  Just before midnight, two of the
palace guards, and a handmaiden of the Queen came for her.  They
escorted her to a bare room in the highest tower in the castle.  Ulrica
was there with her slave, Ayesha.  The Queen was wearing a long white
cloak.  When desert beauty  removed the garment, it was to reveal a nude
goddess in all her splendor.  Thale`   noted with awe how the Queen's
supple muscles glided under her flawless skin, and how her breasts were
perfect in her size and shape, hanging like ripe melons.
    The little beauty eyed her opponent with envy and awe.  Ulrica
smiled cruelly at the smaller girl  "Now, let's see what my King finds
so fetching about you." she said, "Disrobe!"
    Hesitantly, the tawny haired girl did as she was told.  In a few
moments, she was naked before her enemy.  The golden haired valkyrie
sneered.
    "It is cold in the mountains." she said with disdain, "Perhaps you
were the best  Drogan  could find to keep him warm at night."
    Suddenly, Thale`   produced a knife from her pile of clothes.  She
slashed at Ulrica's bare body. The big blonde beauty leapt back,
avoiding the blade by a whisker of a mouse.  Thale`   charged the Queen,
lashing and lunging with the dagger.  The golden haired goddess was
backing up until her back was against the wall.
    The little nymph was about to strike the fatal blow, until the
blonde valkyrie managed to catch her wrist.   After a brief struggle
Ulrica plucked the blade from the smaller woman's grasp.  The dagger
clattered against the far wall, as the Queen tossed it away.
    "So," she said through gritted teeth, "the kitten has claws, does
she?  You will pay for that impudence!"  So saying, she back-handed
Thale`   across her face.  The sound of the blow echoed through out the
chamber.  She slapped the mountain beauty  again with a forehand strike.
The tawny tressed belle's head buzzed like a hive of bees.  The little
woman screamed in pain as her breasts were repeatedly punched, slapped,
and grabbed.  After what seemed an eternity to the tawny haired nymph,
the big blonde beauty  released her.  Thale`   collapsed in a sweaty
heap upon the stone floor.  The mountain beauty  wept bitter tears as
the Queen loomed above her.
    "On your feet, Slut!" the regal goddess commanded, "I have not done
with you."
    "No. Please!" implored the mountain temptress, "Don't hurt me anymore!"
    This only angered Ulrica.  She grabbed Thale`   by her hair, pulling
the smaller houri  to her feet.
    "Oh no, Child." said the Queen, "The fight is far from over."
    The cruel goddess kneed the little mountain belle in her crotch. 
Thale` squealed in pain.  Ulrica's laugh was like poisoned honey.
    " Drogan  will have little use for you, now." she said, her voice
dripped with scorn.   She dropped the little mountain nymph onto her
back.  Taking the tawny maned beauty by the ankles, she stretched
Thale`'s legs as far as they could go, actually a bit farther.  Thale`  
screeched in pain.  Ulrica planted her foot between her rival's
thigh's.  She ground her heel into her victim's cunt.  Thale`'s screams
pierced the night.   Ulrica chuckled provocatively.  Releasing her hold,
she watched  Thale`   writhe on her back in agony.
    The big blonde beauty  pounced upon her prey,  covering Thale`'s
pretty little body with her magnificent one.  The mountain beauty 
groaned under the weight of her royal rival.   Ulrica's imposing breasts
enveloped her face, cutting off her breath.   Her pleas for mercy were
muffled in Ulrica's fleshy mounds.
    The Queen felt the smaller belle's struggles subside.  She raised
herself slightly.  Thale` lay inert, her eyes closed as if in sleep. 
The flaxen haired Queen sat astride her conquered competitor for the
King's affections.  She slapped Thale` back to consciouseness.  The
little mountain beauty  awakened with a moan.
    "You are finished, Slut!" the Queen announced.  She wrapped her
well-muscled legs around her prostrate victim and began to squeeze. 
Thale`'s eyes rolled back into her head as the air was squeezed from her
lungs.  She tried to scream, but could not.  Ulrica released her hold,
allowing her prey a few desperate gasps of breath.  Then, she resumed
her scissor hold with more intensity.  Just before Thale` was about to
pass out. Ulrica would let her breathe for a second or two before
reasserting the pressure.   After an hour of this torture, Thale` lay
like a wet towel between Ulrica's thighs, unable to offer the slightest
resistance.  Finally, the Queen grew bored of this pastime.  She stood
up and, glowering down at her erstwhile rival said, "I could kill you
easily, but I prefer to own another slave."   With one last kick to
Thale`'s ribs, Ulrica headed for the King's bedchamber.