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Summary: It is the year 2036, the United States has built a maximum-security prison where you go in and can never get out. It is built in the middle of the desert where it is a four-day walk in any direction and is monitored by motion sensors and satellite imaginary.
It is called The William Jefferson Clinton Memorial Federal Prison (inside joke). The prisoners call it the Seven Circles of Hell. It is a lifer prison with no guards and no rules. The prisoners make their own rules. A tall, dark, blue-eyed female warrior who calls herself the Conqueror has ruled it for six years.
A young, green-eyed, golden-haired blond reporter is sent to Hell for a crime she didn't commit. A powerful and ruthless corporate raider must silence the young woman who learned too many secrets. Upon entering Hell, the young woman is given a vital mission that will lead her to the Conqueror.
Part 5
Chapter 4: The Second Circle, continued
The Warlord Chin had the high ground. He was confident. He was thinking, 'The bitch has to come through that gully, which narrows. It will take her days to work around this position. If she does that then my scouts will find her and I'll just pivot and attach her flank. I got the bitch.
Tonight, I'll rape her until I tire of her and then send her to the Conqueror with pieces missing. That will be a warning not to fuck with me.'
He turned to second in command and said, "No one kills the Bitch. I want her alive and in tack. I will have my pleasure with her. She'll be begging for more."
His second turned to give the order and fell to the ground. His guard around him fell to the ground. He was standing alone with his dead troops. He turned his second over to look at the two arrows in his chest.
"Don't move. You have multiple bows aimed at you right now," said a figure from the shadows.
"Who are you?"
"The name's Washington Fredrick. The Bitch wants to talk to you. So you live for now."
Wash signaled for his scouts to tie the Warlord up and to make sure the others were dead. Then he said, "Okay take defensive positions, then give the signal."
Gay saw the signal and yelled, "First wave attack."
The first wave was crossbow-women. They were to charge through the narrow valley and take cover when the gap widened. This is where the losses would be highest. They had some cover provided by Wash's bow-women. When they established their position, they would then provide cover fire for the second wave, Gay and her Amazons.
Several of the newly christened Amazons decided that they should dedicate an altar to Artemis, Diane or Dana. They were all the same as far as they were concerned. So Gay allowed them their temple and their ceremony. That's how the Amazons were born.
Gay led her troops down that gully. Several of her crossbow-women were lying dead on the ground. Sporadic arrows dropped around them. None came close to Gay. Suddenly, she was attacking the front ranks. Her staff and feet were everywhere. Men fell everywhere before her rage. She had lost people and she was pissed. Soon, no would engage her, she had chase down targets. The sight of the raging woman and arrows behind them broke the army's spirit and they surrendered.
It was an awesome sight. The small beautiful woman standing without armor among a pile of dead and wounded men lying at her feet. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly from the exertion. Suddenly, one of her Amazons chants, "Warlord, Warlord." Soon all of them join the chant.
Gay came out of her battle lust and look around and was devastated by what she had done. She had killed with the intention of killing. She regally walked back down the gully, shouting, "Honey, secure the field and the prisoners."
As she walked back slowly and purposefully towards her tent, a whispered chant starts, "Warlord, Warlord, Warlord..."
Gay went to her favorite vomit bucket and upchucked again. This time the deaths were with malice and she didn't like this in her. She had killed those men to avenge her fallen sisters. Finally, she got up from the bucket and proceeded to rinse her mouth and brush her teeth.
Honey came in with a knowing grin. After every battle, her leader would go back to the tent and puke her guts up. "I've posted a guard. It wouldn't do for your troops to know their Warlord was puking in a bucket, because she was forced to kill someone. It's not good for morale. Gay, you can't keep taking this so hard," said Honey.
"Honey, the day this stops bothering me is the day I want you put an arrow through my eye. Killing another human should make anyone vomit."
"Gay, let me help you."
"And how would you do that?"
"Honey, moved to Gay and drew her into her arms. Anyway you want."
Gay drew Honey's lips to her own and gently almost reverently slip her tongue into Honey's open mouth. Slowly, Honey drew the welcome tongue into her mouth. Each explored the other's mouth with their tongues until the desire overwhelmed them. They both needed the other's flesh.
Each hurriedly removed the clothing from the other until both stood naked before the other. Gay led Honey to her bed and laid her upon it. Gay dropped to her knees to explore the body presented to her. Honey's pierced nipples presented an inviting target to Gay's wantonness.
She took on ring into her mouth and pulled on using her tongue. Honey released a gasp of pleasure. Slowly and painfully, Guy worked that nipple. It hardened and several goose pimples surrounded it. Small beads of sweat appeared in Honey's cleavage. Gay released the ring and started the lick the produced sweat.
Honey arched her back in response. Gay took the other ring into her mouth. Honey's nipple was already hardened by anticipation. Gay gripped the ring with her teeth and pulled. Honey held her breath for a moment and begged, "Take me, please."
"How do you want me to take you?"
"Fist me. I like it rough and hard. Please."
Gay took some oil from the table and coated her fist and hand with it. She showed Honey the fist and said, "Is this what you want?"
The woman couldn't speak. So she nodded her head. Gay formed her hand into the shape of a spear and plunged into the well-lubricated slit. Honey pushed hard against the intrusion to force it further into her. Gay closed her hand inside the slit, catching and pulling delicate flesh with her nails.
Honey gushed fluid in pulsating burst. Gay started a rhythmic motion in and out, in and out. Then she picked up the tempo, faster and faster. Until she was ready to explode. Suddenly, Gay took Honey clit ring between her teeth and pulled. Honey exploded with an erotic yell and orgasm.
The whole camp knew that sound. Most of them just smiled and went about their business. Their leader earned some pleasure.
Gay awoke during the night with Honey lying next her. Honey's bare arm and calf lay gently upon her. It had been pleasant and needed. She had needed the human contact. Slowly and carefully, Gay worked herself from beneath Honey's embrace.
She got up and put on a long shirt. Gay padded over to the radio and called the Conqueror. It took several calls before the Conqueror answered. Gay said, "I have him. Do you want to question him or do you want to do it."
"Have you had much experience in such matters."
"No, but I'm a quick study. I may be able to get something out of him without torture."
"Okay, give it a try. If you can't get anything then send him to me."
Ahright, bye."
"Bye, Gay."
Gay found that she was aroused again. She looked at the sleeping figure and thought, 'We kind of rushed it last time. I think I'll wake Honey and see if we can take it a little slower this time.'
The next morning Gay awoke and left Honey sleeping. It had been a rough night on the poor thing. Gay had had a lot of tension to work out. With Honey lying there Gay got the glimmer of wicked idea.
Without disturbing the sleeping figured, she ordered that the Warlord Chin be brought to her tent for questioning. Gay sat up her high back chair with her bare feet dangling over its side. She was dressed in Honey's slightly large button down shirt that hid very few of her charms.
Honey still slept without clothing on top of covers revealing her ample charms to all. Upon entering the guards and the Warlord noticed the state of both the room's occupants was instantly aroused, which was obvious for all to see.
The noise and the entrance of the Warlord woke Honey, who gave everyone a show with her stretching to awake from her slumber. She looked up and sensually said, "Ooh, we have company. Should I get dressed or not, My Warlord."
"Won't be necessary. We won't be long. Just keep the bed warm for me," she said for her warriors as much as to tweak the Warlord Chin. She wanted them to know of her relationship with Honey. Honey deserved as much.
"You can leave us. He's no threat," Gay ordered as she rose from her chair. She walked over to the standing Warlord. She let her shirt open slightly to reveal her ample breastwork.
He made a move toward her and she found his erection with her foot. He was laying on the ground holding his damaged pride, when Gay said, "Chin, you know you're going to die, right?"
He could barely nod.
"The thing is how do you die and who does the killing. Now, I just talked to the Conqueror and she wants you. But I convinced her to let me talk to you first. So, here's if you answer my question correctly, then I promise you a fairly painless death. The other opinion is turn you over to the Conqueror and believe painless is the right word for what she'll do to you. Now, shake your head yes or no. Do we have a deal?"
Chin nodded yes.
"Good, Honey have a couple of the Amazons clean him up. Have Doc she what he can do to relieve his present pain. Then have them bring him back in say an hour. Unless you think we need more time."
"Baby, much more than that and won't be able to walk."
With a sheet wrapped around her, Honey got the two guards from outside and told them what to do.
As Gay hopped onto the bed, she said, "Honey, any ideas how we can spend that hour."
"A few, just a few," Honey said as climbed into bed and started taking off her shirt from Gay's body.
Gay again sat in her chair, but this time in full regalia. Honey stood proudly behind her in her warrior best, though Honey carried weapons. Gay had none. Everyone knew that there was probably only one person in all of Hell that could take Gay hand-to-hand and sat on a throne five circles down.
Two guards pushed the now wet Warlord wearing only a clean loincloth into the tent. He seemed to sport a swelling eye and couple of bruises. Gay looked at the guards and shook her head and said, "What happened?"
"Warlord, this person tried to over power his guards and we forced to subdue him. Additionally, he refused to bathe, so we had to throw him into the stream. Then he made some rude comments about yourself and your friend. Several of the younger Amazons heard this and inflected some damage before we could stop them."
Chin spat, "Yeah, Bitch, I said I wasn't going to talk to those two damn whores."
"Interesting remark, Warlord Chin," said Gay with almost a purr, "Then, I can assume you what to given over to the Conqueror's care. So, Lesley and Maria form an escort for the Warlord and take him to see the Conqueror."
"Wait!"
Honey asked, "You said something Warlord?"
"Yes, I'll answer your questions, but if I answer them all I want to set free. I will promise never to lift a sword again. I will become a farmer or rancher."
Gay smiled and said, "Fine. I agree. I have the perfect job for you as well, but we'll discuss that after our talk."
"Who do you work for?"
"I was Warlord. I worked for me," he said with artificial bluff.
"Ah, we know that's not true. We have evidence of this scam on every level. You don't have the balls or the smarts to pull that off. So for the last time, who do you work for?"
"He calls himself Ares. You know like in the God of War. He controlled Hell from the outside until the Conqueror took over. He wanted us to get control back for him."
"Why would anyone from the outside want to control Hell? It doesn't make sense."
"It's true. I promise. I don't know why, but it's true."
Honey spoke, "If it was me, I wouldn't tell the hired help my full plans either. You don't."
"Yea, you're right."
"Warlord, can you write?"
"Of course, I can write."
"Good then write down all your contacts on this Circle and then everything you know about the other Circles. Then I will explain your new job."
"Okay," he said as sat down at her desk to write out what she wanted.
When he was finished, Gay said, "Honey bring in those girls we found in the Warlord's tent."
Honey brought in four young girls, the oldest was no more than 15. The Doctor also entered. His eyes were cold as he looked at the former Warlord. Gay asked them, "Is this him?"
The Warlord was ashen as he realized he was being identified as the rapist of these young girls in a camp of women warriors. He started to bolt for the door but was stopped by two Amazon guards.
"Warlord, I promised you life and new job. Your new job will be eunuch. I give you specific duties after you have been outfitted for job. Right now, you don't meet the qualifications, but you will. Doctor see that he meets those qualifications. Let the girls watch, it may help their recovery."
The Doctor nodded and gave the Warlord an evil sneer. The Warlord was dragged screaming from the tent. The Doctor looked at the damaged and permanently scarred girls and thought, 'Justice is swift and merciful. It is also appropriate. He won't be harming any more young girls. He won't have the equipment.'
Honey asked Gay, "What are you going to do with him?"
"Jabbar can't take care of himself and trusts no one to help him. Maybe with this guys equipment gone, he will be able to take care of Jabbar without any complications arising."
"You're bad. You are really bad. But it is a really great idea. I just hope it will help Jabbar and those young girls."
"Me, too, Honey. Me, too. I'm getting tired..."
"I know Gay. I know. You need to call her.
"Yeah, I know," she said as she left the room
"Conqueror, can you read me, over."
"She is unavailable at the moment. She is resting."
"Tell her to get off the Bitch and put on a robe and get on the horn."
"I will not..."
"Do it. She would want you to."
A pause of a couple of minutes and Gay heard a familiar voice and said, "We need to talk. I just got your answers from Chin."
"Really, was it difficult?"
"Not really, I just gave him a choice talk to me or talk to you. For some reason, he chose me."
"I bet," she said with a chuckle.
"I had him write every thing down. I sent you a copy by Amazon Express. It should be there in a couple of days. I'm going to do clean up of the Second Circle. Then I've take care of the third. The key though is this Ares guy."
"You mean the Greek God of War Ares?"
"That's the name he gave Chin. The thing is that Chin says this guy is on the outside."
"Why would anyone on the outside be interested on what we do in here?"
"That's what I said."
"Listen, we'll just go on cleaning up the mess inside, then we'll worry about this Ares guy."
"Okay."
"Chin dead?"
"No, I made a deal. His life and a job for the full story."
"I told you to kill him."
"The job I gave him was eunuch."
"Oh, he's probably wishing he chose death."
"Yeah, bye, I need some sleep. And you have to get back to your friend."
"I was sleeping."
"Yeah, I believe you. Good night all."
"I was sleeping. Get a little repetition and bang you're branded for life."
"Night. Stud."
"I was sleeping," she protested to a dead radio.
Gay was sitting in her tent listening to the Doctor's report. He said, "Gay, we have finished the training of First Circle recruits. I want to let them return to there villages and to send the extra ones that are trained out into the world as journeymen. They can help those villages we missed maybe stay or train someone else in the village. I really have too many apprentices right now any way. I need to reduce the number of trainees. I plan on keeping the best five as trainers. What do you think?"
"Go with it, Doc. That's your bailiwick. How's Jabbar and Chin getting along."
"Jabbar is actually responding. He'll never be more than an irrational human being, but he is talking. Chin, on the other hand, is nearly a vegetable. He won't eat and he refuses to get out of bed."
"Drag his sorry butt out of bed. Make him eat and interact with Jabbar. Explain to him the process of skinning a live human being. And how long a person who is being skinned can be kept alive."
"Okay. I think that might do it. Gay, you getting to be a very cruel person."
"No, I'm a good bluffer, Doc. I said explain, not to do it. How are the girls?"
"Steph, your Amazon Leader, has taken them under her wing. They wanted to learn to fight so they could protect themselves."
"They be playing with dolls, not swords."
"Not the world we live in."
"I know. Tell Honey to bring in the scouts as you leave, huh, Doc."
"Sure, Gay, get some rest. You look like shit."
"I'm calling a day of rest tomorrow. Then onto the Third Circle, if the scouts bring back the information I think they will."
Lesley, her Chief of Scouts, reported, "Warlord, the ones you told us to capture outside. Two died by their own hand. Two more were wounded in their capture."
"Show them Chin's fate and then send them to their home villages as laborers. Tomorrow will be a day of rest. Pass the word. Tonight I want a party, a festival. I want singing, dancing and everyone, but the guards drunk. We head onto the Third Circle, the following day."
"You think they will be waiting for us."
"Yes, but tonight we PAR-TAY."
"Yes, my Warlord," the guard could see her Warlord's pain and knew that Honey was not comfort enough. She could she her Warlord's loneliness and sorrow. She went to pray for her Warlord's comfort. She went to pray to Artemis.