Episode XIX - Kim By Motif ATTENTION*ATTENTION*ATTENTION*ATTENTION*ATTENTION*ATTENTION*ATTENTION* This story contains...well...just any number of scenes depicting graphic violence, nudity, sex, impolite language, lesbianism, and other elements which may cause undue stress to people of a sensitive nature. Consequently, this story should not, (and I can't stress this point too strongly,) *NOT* be viewed by minors or people who may be offended by the story elements outlined above. If you are reading this right now (and you'd pretty much have to be, right?) and either of the above conditions apply to you, please take my advice and move your mouse pointer up to the little box with the 'x' and click on it. OK? OK. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------ Episode XIX - Kim "S...Suh...Submit!" With one shapely foot jammed hard against the side of her prostrate opponent's thin torso, the dark haired fighter gave the tautly extended arm she held another vicious wrench. "What?" she snapped, a snarl deforming her generous red lips. "Speak up!" "Aaaaaah! Submit, mistress...I submit!" Again the tall young amazon dug her heel into the writhing blonde's side and violently jerked the arm back, drawing a shriek of agony from her exhausted foe. Rivulets of sweat outlined the victorious woman's superbly muscled legs and long slender torso, making her golden brown skin glow under the harsh lights of the arena. A purpling bruise on one side of her beautiful high cheekboned face and a small bite mark slowly oozing blood down the round swell of her right breast were the only evidence that her opponent had put up a struggle at all. "I SUBMIT!" the blonde girl screamed hoarsely. Almost reluctantly, the dark haired amazon dropped her beaten foe's arm, dark almond shaped eyes gazing contemptuously down at the groaning fighter lying in a heap at her feet. The defeated blonde girl was typical of those green recruits commonly known as "street chicks"; very young, desperately thin and barely trained. After the first few minutes in the arena with her by far better trained foe, what little combat instruction the waifish fighter had managed to learn deserted her. Then panic set in, and she'd quickly lost thereafter. Delivering a last perfunctory kick to her defeated opponent's small flat buttocks, the tall athletic warrior turned on her heel and strode briskly toward the door she'd entered only a few minutes ago. It's good to be back! Kim thought as she left the Arena. -------------------- "I want you to arrange a match for me with that little slut the minute her name appears on the lists." Kim stated flatly. "And I want to use the cestus." "Absolutely not." the white robed woman shot back, "It's too late in the day for your personal vendettas." Kim folded her sleekly muscled arms, pulling the fabric of her sleeveless, mauve dress taut over the round swells of her full high bosom. Her beautiful dark eyes stared into the depths of the woman's enveloping hood as if to penetrate the concealing darkness. Neither woman moved for a full minute, silence dropping like a heavy stone between them, broken only by the muted sounds of street traffic coming from the small basement window high up on one wall. How can you out stare someone when you can't even see their eyes? Kim thought to herself, struggling to control the anger welling up within her. At last the tall fighter averted her gaze, turning her head to gaze at the single crate of weaponry that were left in the cellar. But it was the white robed woman who broke the silence. "You can have Lana's daughter after the takeover." she said firmly, the tone of her voice brooking no argument. "If she survives, that is." Kim snorted her disbelief as she gazed at the opened crate. "You really think they can win with this junk?" she said, gesturing contemptuously at the rusty looking ironmongery. "Most of these will probably jam up the first time they pull the trigger." There was no sound of movement, no indication at all that her employer had so much as twitched, but suddenly the white robed woman was standing so close in front of her that she took a startled step backward. Kim felt something hard jab into her midriff, but kept her suddenly wide eyes fixed on the darkness where the woman's face should be, unwilling to look down to ascertain just what it was that was poking her stomach. It occurred to the young warrior that she'd pushed her employer too far this time and she was about to stammer out an apology when the white robed woman cut her off. "They're not supposed to win, you stupid girl." she said. "But that doesn't matter. What matters is that you get these out of here tonight and make sure your slaves know when and where to get them." A small shiver ran through the dark haired amazon's athletic frame at the thought. Men, with weapons! It's unnatural! Kim thought. Suddenly the pressure against her stomach was gone and the white robed woman turned away, walking toward the dilapidated stairs leading up to the first floor of the empty house. "Just do it, girl." she commanded as she mounted the creaking stairs. "It won't matter in a couple of weeks." "Yes Ma'am." Kim muttered resentfully, one hand absently rubbing the spot on her flat stomach. ------------------------ A dense autumn mist rolled through the valley, flowing thickly along the river and thinning slightly as it spread up the forested slopes. It completely engulfed the arena's white gravel roads and ancient stone buildings, layering the town in a heavy wet blanket that seemed determined to suffocate the old walled city, or at least hide it from the late afternoon sun. Gravel crunched loudly beneath Kim's sandaled feet as she strode purposefully away from the crumbling section of wall near the western gate where she'd deposited the weapons. The ground began to rise as she pursued the second part of her errand, taking her through a section of given over to warehouses. Street lights began to flicker on as the sun set, casting a thin pearly light that did little to illuminate the wide fog shrouded streets. Thick white coils of mist swirled about the dark haired amazon's shapely legs and the still moist air made Kim's dress lie heavily on her athletic frame. Despite the uncomfortable atmosphere Kim quickly marched through the streets, moving out of the warehouse district and on up the rising streets that ended at the steep northern slope of the valley. Her destination was one that she'd become unhappily familiar with over the last few months, and she was eager to make contact with the slave that lived there and, if she was lucky, perhaps make a different sort of contact with the blonde bitch-daughter of the woman that owned the slave. Street light's became fewer and fewer as Kim put the warehouses behind her and her destination hove into view. The two story house was well lit, standing on a rise surrounded by a thin line of tall pines that merged with the forested valley slope behind it. The trees seemed to grow directly out the thick low blanket of fog, the lights of other private dwellings twinkling fitfully in the distance on either side of the house. Leaving the road Kim used the tree line for cover, moving through cold wet grass that made her shiver as it brushed her feet and shins. She moved to a position that gave her a clear view of the back of her former mistress' house and, leaning one shoulder against the rough back of a pine tree, settled down to wait for her contact to appear. --------------- Droplets of water condensed on the exposed areas of Kim's shoulders and chest until they became heavy enough to trickle annoyingly down the shining bronze skin of her smoothly muscled arms or into the cleft between the firmly rounded slopes of her full breasts. An impatient sigh escaped her soft, generous lips as she waited in at the edge of the fog shrouded forest, the dense moist atmosphere becoming more uncomfortable by the minute. She'd just about made up her mind to try sneaking into the house when the back door opened, a fan of light partly illuminating the back yard. A familiar figure appeared briefly silhouetted in the doorway and left the house, walking toward the smallest of the house's three outbuildings. "It's about time." Kim muttered to her self as she moved to intercept the slave. Silently Kim slid up to the open door of the outbuilding the slave had entered and peered cautiously into the storage shed. The slave's back was to her, his plain white tunic was stretched tightly across his broad shouldered, a familiar mop of raggedly cut black hair cropped close to his skull. With almost serpentine grace she slipped into dirt floored shed and crept up behind the familiar figure who was busy taking something off the building's back wall. One hand flashed up to cover the slave's mouth as he spun around while the other pushed the surprised man's well muscled chest, making him take a step back against the wall. A moment passed until Kim saw recognition replace fright in the slave's handsome green eyes and slowly she removed her hand from his mouth. "I can't talk now," the slave began, his pleasantly low voice hoarse with sudden fright, "Mistress Alana wants her horse saddled and..." "Shut up if you want your freedom, Enrique." Kim interrupted quickly. The dark haired warrior was a couple inches taller than the slave and standing closely before him only gave her words added emphasis. "Everything's in place now. All you have to do is wait for the word." she ordered, "Does everyone know what to do?" Excitement sparkled in the slave's attractive eyes at the news. "Yes," he replied alertly. "Roland and Boca are ready, plus the two others from the Vasally place down the road. When do we move?" "Soon." Kim said. "Very soon." --------------- Having left the slave to his work, Kim carefully moved up the steep forested slope behind the house, picking her way through the widely spaced mist shrouded trees toward the back trail she remembered from her time there. Kim grinned from ear to ear as she strode unerringly toward a spot she felt would be just perfect for an ambush, unable to pass up a golden chance to even the score with her former mistress despite the warning her employer had given her. A few dozen yards behind the house the sharply rising trail, both sides lined with rocks of varying sizes, turned to parallel the valley wall, narrowing as it ran between a steep slope and a thick stand of trees before beginning a more gradual ascent up and out of the valley. It was a matter of minutes for the young fighter to reach the spot and she took up a concealed position behind a pair of thick green conifers that would allow her to reach the trail in a couple long strides. Thick fog swirled lazily through the forested slope, cutting Kim's vision to only a few feet in any direction. But the still, heavy air seemed to magnify sound and she would have no trouble hearing her enemies horse should she choose to ride the trail. Fervently, Kim hoped she would. The atmosphere became colder as the sun began to set and Kim cursed herself for not wearing anything warmer than the sleeveless cotton dress that now clung damply to her athletic frame. But then, she hadn't anticipated that towards the end of the day she'd be waiting in ambush behind a clump of wet fern trees. It had been over an hour since she'd taken up the position and she was just about to give up she heard the faint but unmistakable clomping sound of horse's hooves on wet ground coming from down the sloping trail. The dark haired amazon's hands flexed in anticipation and suddenly Kim realized that she was completely weaponless. Again cursing her lack of foresight, she cast around for a fallen tree branch or handy rock, but all she saw was a few yards of ground cover in the thick fog. Before she could widen her search, the vague form of a horse and rider materialized out of the grey distance, moving at a cautious walk along the narrow trail. Kim's heart began to beat faster as she caught a glimpse of shoulder length blond hair that fell from the hood that covered the rider's head and obscured her face. "Must have gotten her hair cut." the vengeful young fighter thought absently and took a couple steps backwards, her sleek bronze legs tensing as the rider approached, "I'll rip that bitch off her horse with my bare hands." Kim closed her eyes and her concentration narrowed until the sound of the horse filled her senses to the exclusion of all else. Her heart thumped strongly in her chest, a counterpoint to the clomping of the approaching horse's hooves. The sound filled her ears and the dark haired amazon suddenly sprinted toward the trail, sending a spray of moisture before her as she crashed through the concealing branches and leapt into the air, flinging herself at the blonde woman with an ear piercing shriek. The impact of colliding with the mounted woman jarred Kim's tall athletic frame and drew a surprised scream from her target. She threw her arms around the blond woman, using her weight to pull the startled rider from her saddle. She heard the horse whinny in alarm as they struck the ground side by side and Kim let go of the blond woman and rolled away, her shoulder aching from the fall. Leaping to her feet she saw the rider lying stunned face down on the ground, having taken the full impact of the fall, her arms and legs moving weakly as she tried to stand. With a shout of triumph Kim skipped forward and shot a foot into the blond woman's solar plexus, rolling her toward the edge of the trail with a painfilled grunt. "Surprised to...see me...Alana?" she panted, giving her foe another hard kick. Stooping over the gasping woman sprawled face down on the ground she pulled the hood from her head, releasing a mass of shining blond hair. "I've been...waiting a long... time for you." she crowed. Grabbing a double handful of hair Kim pulled the half conscious woman backwards to her feet, then quickly released her grip to wrap an arm around her throat. Before her foe could react Kim tightened her chokehold, grasping her encircling arm's wrist with her free hand and pressing herself hard against the blonde amazon's back. It was a moment before the stunned rider could free her arms from the folds of her cloak, giving Kim enough time to firmly secure her hold before her foe could bring her hands up to claw at the arm encircling her throat. Triumph thrilled through Kim's blood like a drug as she fought to choke her foe unconscious. Her struggling opponent stomped backwards but Kim was ready for that tactic and carefully kept her sandled feet away from the heels the choking blond's boots. The two fighter's were about the same height and Kim's face was buried in her foe's long fine blonde hair. "Your mother isn't here to help you now." she taunted as they staggered together along the trail. Her enemy lurched forward and bent at the waist, trying to throw Kim over her shoulder but only succeeded in lifting the dark haired warrior off her feet. Kim laughed as she felt her foe weakening and gave her choking arm a strong backwards jerk, forcing her opponent to straighten up again. But instead of resuming their awkward off balance dance the blonde warrior stomped backwards again and jagged pain shot up Kim's shapely left leg as the heel of her foe's boot raked down her shin and crunched down on her bare toes. The young amazon bit back a yelp and her foe again lunged forward, this time falling heavily to her knees and bowing at the waist until her head almost touched the ground. The maneuver caught Kim completely unprepared and she flew over her opponent's head with an outraged shriek. Her back hit the ground with a resounding thump that knocked the wind from her while numbing shock waves ricocheted through her body. Kim gulped air into her lungs and focused on the sharp pain in her foot to help clear her ringing head. Pounding her fists on the ground in frustration she rolled over onto her stomach and pushed herself to her knees, fighting a wave of nausea that blurred her vision as she righted herself. A few feet away her foe still knelt where she had fallen, her wet blonde hair a wild tangle shrouding her face as she hunched forward, clutching at her crushed throat. "You've been...practicing." Kim ground out, a snarl deforming her lovely oval face. Her opponent's head came up as she were going to reply but before she could say a word Kim lunged forward. Still on her knees, she aimed a flashing right cross at her foe's head that the blond woman tried to duck and Kim's fist clipped the top of her head as it passed. The half choked woman countered with her own punch, a straight jab at her attacker's head that Kim swept aside with her left forearm as she drew her right fist back for another blow. The dark haired fighter feinted another right cross and as her opponent's arm came up to block she lunged forward, thumping a solid left jab on her foe's chest. The blow rocked her opponent back onto her thighs and Kim leaned further forward, her fists flashing out to land a quick right-left-right combination that made her foe's shoulder length hair whip around her head like a golden hurricane. Automatically the blond warrior's arms came up to cover her head, but Kim had already grabbed a length of hanging hair in each fist. With a jerk that drew a yelp of pain from her foe, Kim pulled her back up onto her knees and slammed her forehead into the center of the blond mass covering her enemy's face. Kim grinned savagely as she heard her opponent's nose break with a sickening crunch. The groaning woman reached out blindly, her flailing hands grasping her attacker's sweat slick bronze skinned shoulders and the two fighters rocked back and forth, the young fighter drawing shrieks of pain from her foe they wrestled. Kim release her foe's hair and drew back a fist, sending a short hard right jab smacking into the center of her foe's face. Her foe's head snapped back sharply and her hand's slipped from Kim's shoulders. With a shout of triumph Kim slammed a round house left into the side of her head, toppling the half stunned woman to the ground. The top half of Kim's dress had been pulled down around her biceps, exposing the round top halves of her full shining brown breasts. Her chest heaved as she paused a moment, brushing back a wet length of raven black hair and peering down at her foe, her vision still blurred around the edges. The blonde woman lay sprawled on her back, the folds of her cloak spread around her like broken wings. Her broad shouldered chest heaved beneath the blood spotted the front of her white shirt and more blood was smeared on her square chin, the top half of her face obscured by a tangle of hair. Kim groaned as she pushed her aching body erect and limped toward her prostrate opponent. "I'm gonna...cripple you girl." she spat. Grimacing as she put her weight on her injured foot Kim aimed a vengefull kick at the prone woman's side just as she rolled over onto her side, away from her attacker. The kick completely missed it's target and Kim's injured foot slipped on the wet ground. Arms flailing the air, the tall fighter fell backwards with an shrill angry shriek. "I can't believe this." Kim thought as she lay on the ground, the wind knocked out of her a second time. With a groan that was half pain and half frustration she levered herself onto her elbows just in time to see the woman she'd ambushed launch herself at her from her knees. She tried to scramble backwards but was only able to move a few inches before her foe landed, sprawling across her sleek shapely legs, her fists slamming down into the pit of her stomach. The dark haired warrior spasmed in agony and clutched at her belly while the blonde woman clawed her way up her foe's bucking athletic frame, pulling her dress further down her body. Kim looked blurrily down at her foe's snarling visage, deep cobalt blue eyes staring hatred from behind straggling lenghts of tangled blonde hair the fell over her square face. "That can't be right." she thought muzzily, trying to squirm her legs free from beneath her foe's heavy body. The blond fighter's fist flashed up in a wild punch and Kim jerked back reflexively, feeling knuckles brush her cheek and her opponent overbalanced and fell heavily atop her. Thick fingered hands pawed Kim's shoulders as she wrapped her strong shapely legs around the writhing woman's waist. Her foe's hands slipped from her damp shoulders, clawed fingers leaving a trail of red scratchs as they dragged down the smooth bronze skin of her chest and across the soft round mounds of her breasts. Kim hissed in pain as the blond fighter dug her fingers into the supple brown flesh and Kim hiked her legs up her foe's torso until she felt her lower rib cage pressing against her thighs. She squeezed as hard as she could manage, drawing a grunt from her opponent as she continued mauling her breasts. Kim's wide sensuous lips pealed back in a grimace as she poured every ounce of strength she had into crushing her foe. Muscles jumped into sharp relief on her shining bronze skinned legs, straining against the blonde warrior's body trapped firmly between them. Biting back a shriek Kim dropped onto her back and pried at the fingers sunk painfully deep into the pliant flesh of her taut brown orbs, raking her opponent's forearms with her nails until she felt blood on her fingertips. The blonde fighter growled and shrieked in tandem with her attacker and kicked at the ground, trying to push herself furthur up her foe's body. Kim gasped as her foe mauled her breasts, pulling and tearing at them as if she were trying to rip them off her chest but still she kept up the pressure, sweat rolling down her beautiful pain drawn face. Minutes seemed to pass as the two warriors fought a war of attrition, neither daring to release their hold on the other. At last the blonde woman abandoned clawing her foe's breasts, a small shriek escaping her lips as she lunged forward strongly, pushing herself half way up on her knees and reaching down to grasp her opponent's head. Kim grunted as her legs and lower body were jerked up by her opponent's sudden movement, her bare back pressing firmly against the wet ground. Slick black hair slipped through her enemy's fingers, but one flailing hand raked Kim's forehead and the young fighter jerked her head back with a gasp of surprise. She caught a flailing wrist in both hands and yanked, simultaneously twisting her body sharply at the waist, rolling their entwined bodies onto their sides. With a loud thump the blonde woman landed on the damp ground and a dull crack resounded through the air as the side of her head hit one of the rocks lining the downhill side of the trail. Blood trickling into her eyes from a cut on her forehead, Kim felt rather than saw her foe slump between her legs. With a gasp of relief she kicked free from her opponent, landing a vengefull double kick on her enemy's limp body as she scrambled backwards. Kim lay on her back for a long moment, her arms folded over her mauled bosom, her legs trembling with exhaustion as she gasped in huge lungfulls of air. Eventually she rolled onto her side and pawed away the blood and sweat stinging her eyes. She looked around intently but could find no evidence of the woman she'd fought and her beautiful dark eyes became puzzled and then alarmed. Pushing herself up onto her hands and knees she crawled the short distance to the place where her foe should have been and spotted a blood dappled rock only a few feet away. Realizing she must have kicked her enemy over the lip of the trail, she crawled to the spot and peered over the edge. The blonde woman had rolled only a few feet down the grassy slope before fetching up against a tree. Her shirt had torn open during her fall and the buttonless flaps were pulled away from her broad shouldered frame, revealing a pair of large raggedly heaving tan breasts perched high on her well muscled chest. Even through the dense fog Kim could make out the unconsious woman's features. "Uh oh." she whispered, kicking herself mentaly. The woman was certainly built much like Alana and had roughly the same color hair but there the resemblence stopped. She was at least five or six years older than Kim's former slave, her handsome square shaped face was smeared with blood from her broken nose, her strong jaw and high brow giving her a slightly primitive, dangerous look even in repose. Now that she had the chance to pause and think, Kim speculated that the woman she'd ambushed and beaten half to death had probably been stronger that her enemy would have been, though perhaps a touch slower as well. With a groan Kim dragged herself to her feet, uncertain what to do next. She was exhausted and dirty and bruised in a myriad of places, not to mention a couple of probably broken toes. Should she try to help the woman she'd just concussed into unconsciousness, or finish the job and bury her in the woods somewhere? Kim rubbed her temples and she was wavering between the two options when the familiar sound of approaching hooves echoing from down the trail made up her mind for her. "Screw it!" she spat, pulling her shredded dress about her half naked frame. "That's enough for one night." ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ---- Copyright 1998 - Wet Hen Productions