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She Slayer



I am a she who slays and a slayer of she's.
I am the she slayer, master assassin to the lord Sa'am Hoo Sin.
My name is Ba Ba Ann although only a tiny number of people know that name and none speaks it. My twin sister Ba Ba Ra was a guard in the service of the lord, cruelly and foully slain by the agents of Jor Boos.
Now my lord has given me the task of revenging my sister and destroying for all time the palace of Jor Boos.
I wound the assassin's cloak around my slight figure. I am of middling height, thin and hard without much in the way of breasts, my only pronounced femininity of body being my well rounded bottom and the swaying hippy walk which betrays me as one of the weaker sex. I have long crinkly hair and it has been said that I have a certain cuteness of face. I favour flamboyant and showy make up with an emphasis on minimal powder, devilish bright red lipstick and very dark eye kohl. Clad in my pantie briefs and laced sandals and wrapped in my cloak I am a creature of the darkness and the night and can move with wraith like stealth when on an assignment. My long hair is tied back into a pony tail with a thin and extremely strong leather thong and this doubles as my strangler's cord, my ligature of death!
I set out on my quest mid week aiming to arrive at Jor Boos's palace in time for the mid summer festival.
Now, on a warm evening I crouched in shadows at the base of the rocks where the palace stood. The palace of Jor Boos stood on an outcrop of sandstone and was half dug into this rocky base. From where I lay in hiding I could see the huge columns of the facade and main entrance and the light spilling from within where the palace lackeys of Boos caroused blissfully, unaware of the assassin who lurked without.
The palace was guarded by sentries from the Kae Na Deen folk and all of these were women aged between eighteen and thirty five and like all of their folk they were fit and athletic and good fighters with almost any weapon. They wore the strapped leggings and long vermillion loincloths which were the livery of the house of Jor Boos and each woman carried both spear and knife and they were, I knew, formidable foes.
I was watching one of these girls, a young, tall, lissome warrior who was patrolling the side entry maybe a hundred metres from the main door to the palace. I worked my way stealthily to a position below and to the side of where this girl's post was. I waited until she set off for a regular patrol of her assigned beat. Like a shadow I moved into place. She returned and looked around before taking up her place, spear at the rest position. I carefully removed the thong shaking my hair loose and then after calming my mind I moved like the lightning of a summer storm and my hand was around her mouth before she knew she had been attacked. I knocked her spear aside and dragged her to the ground. My garrotte encircled her slender neck. Using my knee I pinned her legs while my left hand tightened the circlet of leather around her throat. My right hand went beneath her loincloth and found her warm, damp, woman's slit and the nubby little flesh mound of her clitoris within. I stimulated this with fingers skilled by hours of practice and kept up the relentless and ever increasing pressure of the ligature at the same time. I brought my face to within millimetres of hers and watched her eyes reflecting pure pleasure and utter fear at one and the same time.
"My darling, feel the pleasure, feel the pain," I whispered.
Terror filled her eyes and yet she was rolling them in an ecstasy of orgasmic delight. She was trying to say something but my leather thong had bitten deeply into her neck and totally closed her windpipe. Even so she managed to gasp, "Thank you," and then her body went into a paroxysm of twisting, writhing, shuddering spasms and I felt her love canal fill with wetness and her breasts heaved and she croaked out a horrendous sound and then she quivered under me and then finally went still.
I checked that she was truly dead and that no pulse beat anywhere in her veins and then grasping her under the arms I hauled her into deepest shadow. There I laid her out and unwound my thong from her neck and retied my pony tail and stripped her of her loincloth. This I donned, wrapping my cloak into a neat bundle and then I strappped on the dead sentry's leggings and slinging my bundled cloak over my shoulder I armed myself with the dead wench's weapons and set off into the palace.
I had to locate the twin keys, flat black obsidian stones that controlled the power house of Jor Boos's palace.
To do that I had to find and destroy the queen Astrid and her main rival the concubine Brigitt.
I found myself in a well lit open foyer.
The bed chambers were upstairs.
I heard voices and looking up saw the sandalled feet of two more guards coming down the stairs.
Hide, I must hide.
But then I thought why? I was dressed as a guard myself and perhaps these two women would take me to be one of their own. Only seconds had passed and there was no time to hide so flicking my hair loose I gripped my leather thong in my hand and walked towards the descending feet.
"Good evening," I said as I came face to face with two girl guards, one short and dark and the other tall, slim and brown haired.
"Password sentry," said the dark haired one.
Apples?" I replied with a half smile.
"What nonsense is this?"
The tall one was looking at me with a quizzical expression and her hand had gone to her sword hilt.
I smiled. "Isn't it apples?" I said guilelessly.
Both swords were sliding from their sheaths.
I lashed out with my foot kicking the short girl fair in the crotch and she dropped to her knees her hands clawing at her pussy and her eyes crossed in pain. My leather thong flicked around the tall girl's neck and as her sword clattered to the floor I jerked tight and hard, cutting off her wind and cracking her hyoid. She went down kicking and jerking in spasms and I wrapped my thong around the dark girl's neck and finished her in a few seconds. I turned from her corpse to the still gagging and writhing tall brunette and with my garrotte finished what I had started with a hard single pull. I dragged both dead bodies over and under the stairs and rolled them into the deep shadows of the space where the staircase met the wall.
I walked up the stairs, not too quickly nor too slowly, trying to look as though this were my legitimate business that I was about.
I met another guard along from the top of the stair, where the corridors to the sleeping chanbers began. Obviously she had heard nothing of the skirmish in which I had killed her two companions. Before she could ask me for the bloody password I said, "I am from the outside detail with a message for the queen. Quick which is her chamber?"
"There at the end of the passage, the padded door with the quilting and the golden sun embroidered thereon."
"Thank you friend."
She turned away and then half turned back and said, "The password guar.........................."
My leather ligature was around her neck and she croaked and cacked and writhed and then carked.
I dragged her limp corpse over to her station and, hoisting her onto her feet, propped her into the wedge between two walls and tried to make her look as though she were on guard but dozing. Hmmm, I had to admit that to me she looked dead. Oh well.................
I hurried down to the queen's bedroom.
I walked up to the thick padded door.
Beyond lay the Queen's bedchamber. Queen Astrid, consort of Jor Boos and reputed to be both a great beauty and a fiercely cruel woman. The sentry posted outside the door finger waved at me, thinking me one of her comrades. I smiled warmly and thought that this had to go with a minimum of fuss and in absolute silence. I came up to her, she was in her early thirties and wiry but strong. At the last second my fingers, held straight and rigid, lunged out and crushed her vagus nerve. She went down hard and I caught her and lowered her quietly to the floor. Loosening my hair I freed my leather thong and finished her as she lay senseless outside the door. It took less than thirty seconds and as she died her body thrummed but I used my knee to keep her feet from beating a warning tattoo. I dragged her by her hair to one side of the door and hoped no-one would come by in the next minute.
I eased the bedroom door open and slipped inside. By a dim candlelight I could make out the sumptuously furnished boudoir. Incense burned in ceramic holders and the bluish smoke curled lazily upward, perfuming the air.
On the huge bed a nude girl lay tied hand and foot to the four corners of the bed. She was moaning softly and piteously. I was looking at the glorious bare back of the queen as her titian haired head buried itself in the girl's groin sucking and slurping at the honey pot between her thighs. The queen's bare backside was pointed straight at me and her flushed and swollen cunt throbbed with orgasmic arousal where it nestled between her thighs. Her long fingered hands and sharp nails kneaded and pinched and scratched at the girl's breasts and nipples.
I was behind the queen, she mindless of me and fully engrossed in her own pleasures.
The girl on the bed saw me and her eyes widened and she let out a little gasp. I held my finger to my lips and then, as I saw realisation dawning in her eyes, I struck, my leather thong snaking around the queen's neck and snapping tight.
I hauled back with all my strength.
The queen uttered a shriek of rage and then we were locked in a life and death struggle.
Her body twisted and turned and quivered and shuddered and she writhed furiously in her attempts to break my hold, my strangle hold. I used all my strength to keep up the choking pressure on her throat. Oh how she flailed and thrashed. Little by little though I could feel her strength waning. I was relentless and only kept increasing the tightness of my grip. She heaved violently trying to throw me off of her back but it was her last desperate throw. I felt her strength go and her body went limp. I kept my strangler's grip going but she was finished. I let the leather go slack and whipped it away and retied my hair. I looked down at the queen's bare back and then just to be sure I took her forehead and chin in my hands and twisted until I heard a crunching snap. I let go of the queen and her nude corpse slid slowly from the bed and thumped on the floor.
I crossed to the door and dragged the dead sentry inside the bedroom.
I came back to the trussed girl on the bed.
"Will you kill me too?" she asked, unafraid.
"No honey," I said untying her bonds, "you are free to go. Strip the sentry and use her uniform to get yourself back to your quarters and tell your friends to get away from this palace now."
"Are you going to do something to it?"
"Sure am honey."
"I will warn the others, but first................"
"First?"
She smiled, a fierce grin of vengeance and then she kicked the queen's corpse hard, her bare foot sinking into the soft, dead, splayed breasts. Then she stooped and grabbed the queen's hair taking a huge fistful in her fingers and lifted the dead face up. The dead mouth hung open, a skein of saliva trailing from the wet lips, the eyes were open and rolled back and to the side, her royal skin was bluing from asphyxia and her neck was horribly bruised where my leather had done it's work. Holding the queen's head upright by her thick red hair, the girl slapped her hard, dislodging the spittle and sending a gobbet flying across the room. Then she spat viciously into the dead face covering it with her own saliva. She dropped the queen and the dead head cracked loudly against the floor.
"Bitch!!" she shouted and her foot again sank into the dead queen's breast.
I grasped the girl's bare arm. "Before we part, where are the quarters of the royal concubine Brigitt?"
"Down this corridor and the third door on the right. The gold embroidered one, you can't miss it."
I thanked her and urged her to get her friends away from the palace.
The girl stripped the body of the guard and donned her clothes and took up her weapons. Then, kissing me lightly on the lips, she scurried away down the corridor and I searched quickly through the queen's bed chamber until I found the flat obsidian key I was seeking and then I too set out, headed for my next rendezvous.
The gold embroidered door was not hard to find and when I cracked it I was looking into another sumptuous chamber. In the centre of a woollen carpeted floor stood a huge bath, actually a small pool of red veined marble and lying in that was the big breasted, hippy Nordic blonde I knew to be Brigitt. She was nude and her body was magnificently female and it was obvious to me why she had been able to fuck her way to second place in the women's order within the palace.
A thin dark haired girl clad only in a brief pantie thong was tipping water into Brigitt's bath.
"Get more water stupid girl and hurry."
"Yes Ma'am," she bobbed obsequiously.
"Hurry hurry you fool and make it hot."
The girl hastened toward me carrying a stone ewer. I had slipped inside the door while Brigitt was harrassing the girl and now crouched behind a large cistern containing steaming water. The girl sighed softly and put down her ewer and I rose up beside her and she turned her head and her eyes saucered and I hit her hard on the side of the neck my hand chopping into her flesh like an axe blade. She collapsed in my arms out to the world. I lowered her to the floor. I filled the ewer with water and carried it back to the bath and tipped it in. Brigitt had her back to me.
"Ah that's better you stupid girl."
Then she half turned.
"Who the fuck are yo.....................................??"
My hand clamped over her face, my palm covering her features and my fingers locked in her thick hair. I pushed her head under the water.
My how she thrashed.
Unfortunately for her, her driving legs and pounding heels could find no purchase on the slick marble of the bath and her flapping arms and clutching fingers were too far from the edge to gain any hold at all. Also I was forcing her head below the water. I could see awakening terror creeping into her eyes as she held her breath and her whole body thrashed around trying to find escape.
There was none and her lungs must have been bursting aflame with pain and lack of oxygen. I saw the fear in her eyes as she realised that to not breathe was to asphyxiate and to breathe was to drown. She could hold her breath no longer and her mouth opened and the water gushed in filling her lungs in an instant.
Fear, hate and resignation crossed her eyes and then they fixed on nowhere and it was over.
Filling half her body with water had mucked up Brigitt's flotation and buouyancy and she lay suspended in her bath water not resting on the bottom, but with her head several centimetres under the surface. Her mouth was open and filled with water and her tongue floated around the gaping cavern of her teeth almost as if parodying her licking her lips. Her pubic hair floated like a forest of seaweed.
I crossed to where the slave girl lay unconscious and carried her back to the bath. I pushed her head under water and waggled it around until she spluttered awake. Her first bleary eyed sight was Brigitt's corpse semi submerged.
"Oh gods protect me," she wailed in a babyish voice, "you're going to kill me."
"No girl. Look, your tormentor is dead. Now go and alert your fellow slaves to the fact that they must flee."
"Flee?? But we'll just be caught and brought back."
"Believe me baby you won't."
Hope dawned in her thin face and she thanked me and then turned and fled.
I quickly located the second obsidian key and adding it to the first set out to find the source of the palace power.
I walked back down the stairs.
My friend the guard still lolled against the walls looking decidedly unwell.
Under the staircase the other two were still humped together and still very much dead.
I found a continuation of the stairs leading to the lower levels, levels that were dug into the bed rock of the mountain. As I walked down that stair I felt a prickling and looking down saw that a sword was pressed against my rib cage.
"Stupid girl," said a female's voice, "don't you know that you should give the password 'red' before descending past a guard station like this?"
"Sorry," I said and turning found a skinny redhead peering at me and waving her sword point around.
"Won't happen again," I said and smiled.
"Make sure it doesn't," she whispered.
Then she said, "I haven't seen you around before have I?"
"Oh probably, then again maybe not," I smiled.
She placed a hand on my face and then she was leaning forward and her hand gripped my hair and she kissed me, her tongue probing and questing. Her other hand slid under my loincloth and groped into my slit.
"Gods I hate night guard," she murmured huskily, "and I get so horny."
We sank to the floor in a tangle of arms and legs and after some heavy petting and serious tongue action, used busy fingers to fuck each other stupid. While she was still probing my honey pot with her almost prehensile tongue I loosened my hair band.
She died with a big smile on her face and her lips wet with my love oils.
I hid her body in the shadows from whence she had appeared.
I had the password now though and used it to pass through three more check points.
At last I was on the lowest level where I knew the power plant to be.
Jor Boos's palace was lit and heated by magic machinery installed in the dim past by the ancients and it harnessed the thermal flows fom the volcanoes deep below the surface of the earth. The machinery could only be adjusted once access with the two obsidian keys had been obtained.
I walked confidently towards the door that led to the power plant.
A solitary sentry waited watching me.
"Red," I announced as I drew near.
"You need more than the password to be here on the level of the Thermae," she replied, "only those with the written permission of Jor Boos himself or Queen Astrid may pass me."
"I have it here," I said fiddling with my hair.
"Do you like my hair tied up or down around my shoulders," I asked her.
"What rubbish are you talking woman?"
"Down I think."
My leather thong flicked out and whipped around her neck. I gripped the free end and using my wrists snapped it into strangling tautness.
"Is this the permission I need?"
"Urkk.....urkk......urkkkkkkkkk....," seemed to be all she could say.
I strangled her fiercely until she let out one long slow sound, the sound of a departing spirit, Urrrrrkkkkkkkkkk.....................," and her tongue snaked out and she drooled white stringy stuff and went limp and her eyes rolled up and away completely and she drooped forward, her breasts sagging down pendulously. I let her go and she flopped on the floor.
"Thanks for your help," I told the lax corpse but all it did was gurgle and let loose a flood of piddle.
I opened the door and slipped inside the room of the power plant.
I found the ancient dials and soon found where the two keys fitted into slots in the panel. With them both in there I turned them together and the controls were mine!
I turned the huge wheel around until the great arrowed pointer moved into the red area and kept turning until it would go no further. A small bell started tinkling, but crossing back to the door I stripped the dead sentry's loincloth off and used that to muffle it. Then I turned both keys so that the power setting was locked and, withdrawing them, smashed both on the floor. It was getting very hot very quickly and I had to get out of there. I dragged the nude corpse of the sentry inside the room and then ran back the way I had come. I slowed to a walk as I passed the sentry posts and then ran like shit.
When I reached the outside door again I saw hordes of the servant girls and slaves moving away into the darkened night.
I ran.
When I had covered several kilometres I looked back and saw a glow on the horizon behind me which turned from yellow to orange to red and then a blast like the opening of the gates of hell smashed through the night and then a wind of hot air rushed through the trees and the animals and the birds fled before it.
As I watched the roiling cloud of spark filled smoke that billowed upwards I nodded and smiled.
"Farewell Jor Boos," I thought. "Ba Ba Ra rest easy in your grave my dear sister. I have brought vengeance to your slayers.
I turned and walked away.