VARA
Part II

THUMP! Nude, except for a pair of knee length, doe hide boots, my body hit the sawdust covered floor. Sprawled out dead! Copious lashings of deep red blood covered my breasts and tummy, my eyes were half closed, pupils fixed and staring, my mouth gaped open and my arms and legs were outflung so that my body resembled the letter X. "So much for the famous Vara the Virago," said the watch captain. Fat, positively porcine, tiny piggy eyes and blubbery lips, bad blonde hair and huge tits and ass, she was dressed in the leathers of the town guard as were her two troopers who had carried my body into the alehouse. "Fought with two of my girls and although they lie dead outside they killed this bitch before they succumbed," boasted the watch captain, "we found the famous Vara naked as you see and covered in blood and quite, quite dead." The patrons carried their tankards over to see the dead outlaw and one spat on my naked tummy while another kicked my ribs. A third stooped and slid his dirty fingers into my yawning, pinkly wet pussy. "How do you like that bitch," he said, "Nice finger fuck eh! Maybe I should fuck her proper. Only thing she's good for now." I stayed totally limp and played dead for all to see, the blood of the slain girls itching my skin. "She's certainly not as tough as her reputation," said the watch captain, "just a dead bitch now." She stooped and leaned over me, her strong body odour invading my nostrils. Her hand clamped into my hair and she jerked my head up and spat in my face. As she pulled me upward my arm fell to my side and in less than a second my fingers closed over the knife in my boot and I flicked it out and buried it in her breast piercing her heart. She said "Uuunngh," and blood vomitted from her mouth, splashing my shoulders and breasts, and then she collapsed dead on top of me. I rolled her body away and came to my feet at the same time and my knife blade sang through the fetid air of the alehouse and I gutted one trooper and severed the carotid of the other. Their bodies, spraying blood and twitching in the death dance cavorted toward the patrons as I grabbed up the dead watch captain's sword and used it to behead the fucker who had fingered my cunt and slash the face of the spitter. The rest of the alehouse stood stunned as I ran into the darkness. Naked except for boots was neither comfortable nor warm and so I recovered my clothes and climbed into them and headed away from this damned village. On my way down the road out into the forest I heard screams coming from a farmhouse and peering in the window found some brutish peasant busy raping a farm girl he had tied to her bed. I killed him with a stabbing thrust from behind, freed the babe and stole her horse and headed into the dark. * Vara the Virago they are calling me now. Since I last spoke to you I have aged but six months in time, but countless ages in myself. I am still a slender woman but my slenderness is now more the skinniness of whipcord muscles and my face wears the lined and scarred appearance of one who has fought too many fights and killed far too often. And escaped death more than can rightly be expected. I am still the dark lover of man and woman alike but my love has ever proved fatal to all who have loved me in return. I am still a mercenary and my fortune is made from the silent corpses of others. I made a mistake back there in that village and they got far too close. I am becoming too well known and all hands are raised against me, all seek my death. My own naked and dead body is worth more than I could ever earn from others. Perhaps this must be my last commission. I must kill once more and then begin again. Begin again as a woman, as a lover and some man's companion, perhaps even as a wife. But first I must kill Queen Evangelista! And all who would protect her! * The Queen was going to be tough. She was surrounded by both male and female guards, all young and fit and very, very, very beautiful. And warrior types. I was going to need help. And to get it I was going to have to go to the worst of the slummy taverns of Goth Town. Where the real hard boys hung out. That's where I'd find him, the man who would help me kill a Queen and her guards. I had to go to the bottom of the sewer for the man I needed. Knobkerrie!! The King of Clubs himself and like me, low, sneaky, dishonest, despicable and a born killer! * I found him in the Snake Pit, the scummiest of dives in Goth Town. He was sitting at a table in a darkened corner. Two of the tavern's dancer tarts lay unconscious across his table, their upper bodies bare and their knickers around their thighs. He was drinking the black rum specials with pussy juice chasers. I sat opposite him and used my forearm to roll first one and then the other of the babes onto the floor. He looked up. Lean, handsome, cruel and hard. Like me too many fights, too many battles had left his face scarred and tired. "Vara the virago," he said, "well, well, well." He glanced down at the two big breasted bodies lying tumbled onto the sawdust of the floor. "Whatcha toss my girlies for?" "There's only one girlie you need Knobby," I said, and pulled him up and led him upstairs to a bedroom. We made love. Or maybe I should say the tavern patrons had to put up with the about three hours of the ruckus while we enjoyed sex the way we both liked it. First, in about two seconds, we got each other naked and then we fought. I scratched and bit and pummelled him and he knocked me about some. Finally, using his little club he bopped me semi senseless and then laid me out over the bed and despite my feeble pummelling of his back and head, he shagged me cross eyed. Its the only way I like my sex with a man. Afterwards we were both completely stuffed and snored out, lying naked in each others arms. When we awoke as dawn was creeping into the grimy windows I told him what we were going to do and then we went downstairs. As we wandered down the stairs, clothes thrown on in haste, anyone who saw us would have thought Knobkerrie had spent the night in bed with a tiger and me they would have seen staggering on wobbly legs and sporting a split lip and bruised tits and a lump on my temple. In the tavern we sat down at our same table from the night before. The two conked babes were still lying where we had left them hours before. Knobkerrie asked me about Queen Evangelista and her warriors and I outlined the plan. He grinned as evilly as only he can and we shook on the deal. He called for breakfast and I dragged the two babes outside by their hair and dumped them under the pump. A blast of freezing water brought then back to life and they ran shrieking and stark naked back into the Snake Pit. I joined my pardner for breakfast. * Queen Evangelista's labyrinthine castle was carved out of crystalline rock at the bottom of a deep cavern in the land of the Shardz. Knobkerrie and I had made our way to the portals of the castle and now crouched behind a rock fall studying the gleaming translucent walls of this fabled fortress. The Queen herself we knew to be a glorious blonde fully eighteen hundred centimetres tall, more than a head and shoulders above my compact height, and reputedly so beautiful that she stunned men just by looking at them. She was also gloriously wise and good and her presence kept these Shardzian lands at peace. Prince Gorg had employed me to bring him the slain body of Evangelista and my reward was to be a casket of jewels and gold worth more than anything I had ever earned before. I worried little about the political machinations of Gorg and his desire to secure the death of Evangelista and thus total rule over these abundant lands. I cared only for wealth and if the Queen had to die for that to happen then so be it. Knobkerrie I had enlisted myself and he was to receive a smidgin of my reward. Didn't really matter to him he wanted only to slay people. And there would be plenty to be slain. The Queen was surrounded by her guards, young men and women of great beauty and comeliness. We were watching them now. The girls were all lovely young brunettes and the men were blonde Adonises. Both men and women wore short scarlet tunics which left one shoulder bare and covered their sex but only just. These tunics were trimmed in gold and belted and both girls and boys carried short swords and knives sheathed on this belt. Beneath their tunics both sexes wore a tiny triangle of brightly patterned cloth held in place over pussy or cock with strings of matching cloth. Calf length fawn boots completed their ensembles. Several of these gorgeous creatures were parading in front of the castle gate. Somehow we had to get past them. I tapped Knobkerrie on the shoulder and pointed. Off to one side was a lesser gate guarded by two of the girl guards. We crouched down behind our rock pile and whispered together. "The rocks will give us cover to that side gate," I said, "if we can get in there we can bypass the main gates and the concentration of guards." He grinned an evil teeth baring grin and nodded. We crept around toward the side gate, using the rocks to conceal our approach. The vagus nerve controls the heart and digestion and lungs and to stop it functioning is to cause sudden death. My hand was held in front of me like a blade and my fingers were tensed for the blow. I struck hard at the first girl, striking her neck a vicious blow and collapsing her vagus nerve. She dropped like a stone. Behind me Knobkerrie snapped the other girl's neck. My way was kinder I thought. I dragged both girls' still warm and qivering corpses in behind the rocks. I stripped my kill and donned her clothes. My own I bundled up and hid behind the rocks. Knobkerrie had found keys on the second corpse and together we entered the castle of Queen Evangelista. * We cracked the door and peered inside. We were looking into a dimly lit annexe off of the main entry and no-one was about. I slid in through the door and pulled Knobkerrie in behind me. Holding a finger up to indicate quiet I trotted over to where I could look out into the main entryway. A single scarlet clad girl was standing looking bored about twenty metres away. I could see no-one else. I walked over to where the girl stood. She turned to look at me unaware I was danger. The dead guard's costume was a good enough disguise to let me get close. "Anything happening outside?" she asked in a disinterested way. "All quiet," I said. "Hmmn, like here," she answered. "Oh no, here's about to become lots quieter," I said. She looked at me strangely and I hit her carotid with my tensed and outstretched fingers. She went out cold instantly and I dragged her over to where Knobkerrie waited. Together we searched through her clothes and removed a bunch of keys from her waist. "Tie her up," I said. I turned to check the entry and heard a sickening crack. I looked back and Knobkerrie was holding the girl's limp body in his arms. Her neck was askew, her eyes gazed sightlessly at me and blood trickled from her nose. "Saves on rope," he said. "You're hopeless," I told him and together we dragged the dead girl into a recessed alcove and dumped her. Keys in hand I set off to find the queen's chamber. I kept Knobkerrie in sight. Not that I don't trust the guy its just, well, some times. We found a stair leading up from the entry way and heard voices from above. I walked up trying to look as though I belonged in this place. Two girls were talking quietly on the upper landing. I smiled at them and they nodded. As I walked past I took them both down with the vagus nerve pinch. I beckoned Knobkerrie to come up and we stripped both of the unconscious girls and used their clothes to bind and gag them securely. Then we dumped them in a room off of the landing. "Easier to kill them," said Knobkerrie. "They're only innocent girls," I replied. We headed down a corridor. A guy was standing guard a few metres further on where six corridors came together and I walked up to him and flashed my legs and that distracted the poor dope long enough for Knobkerrie to take him out. We stripped the guy and Knobkerrie changed clothes with him and then I formulated a plan. * Dressed as Guards, Knobkerrie and I carried the body dressed in Knobkerrie's clothes down the corridor making no attempt at concealement. We were stopped by two girl guards. "What's going on here?" one asked. "Caught this guy snooping around outside and we decided to bring him to the Queen." She looked at him wrinkling her nose. "He's dead." "Yeah sorry about that, but we thought the Queen would want to know about him and, you know, see him." "Hmmmnnn. She's in the west wing," she waved in the direction we were going, "report to the guard captain down there she'll know what to do." Nodding and grinning we set off carrying our grisly burden. I reckoned the guard captain must be the chick we ran into at the end of the passage. She was taller than the rest and had three other babes with her. All dressed in their scarlet finery they looked great. We dumped the dead guy where they couldn't get a real good look at his face and gave them our story about him being an intruder and all. I was doing the talking and I was winging it and hoping for the best. The captain seemed to swallow it and said she'd inform Queen Evangelista. She went in through a big set of double doors behind her. At least we knew where the Queen was now. We waited. Knobkerrie had that "I'll just kill these three gals now" look on his face and I kicked his shin when no-one was looking. After a bit the captain came out and said we were to take the dead guy in so Evangelista could check him out and then he was to be taken to the catcombs. I figured they'd be down. She motioned us to follow her and opened the door. This was it! * Carrying the dead guard's disguised body we entered a room that proved to be the most sumptuous I had ever seen. The walls were painted a soft blue colour and gilt frames, ornately carved and lovingly detailed, snaked around the walls below the ceiling and surrounded door and window frames. Heavy velvet drapes covered the windows and a thick plush corpet covered the floor. The furniture in this room was extremely plush and seated on the plushest, a golden throne, was the Queen. Evangelista was everything I had heard. Tall gorgeous and crowned with a blonde mane. She was dressed in a long gown of sheerest scarlet silk and wore nothing beneath it. The shiny sexy material moulded itself to her figure and her breasts were clearly outlined, her nipples thrusting against the scarlet silk. The dress folded into the vee between her thighs and her woman's mound pressed bravely forth. Gilded sandals adorned her slender feet. She beckoned us over and in the sweetest voice I had ever heard said, "Come show me this intruder who would creep into my home." We carried the body over and lay him at her feet, making sure his face was not toward her. The guard captain and her three girls stood behind us and two diaphonously clad and semi nude courtiers flanked the queen. She stood and stooped over the body. Knobkerrie tapped my arm in our prearranged signal and whirled around ripping his sword from its scabbard. I pushed the queen sideways, hurdled the dead body on the floor and stabbed the first of the courtiers in the throat. As she died I flicked my knife with deadly accuracy at the second girl, burying it in her chest. She slumped backward onto the lounge where she had been reclining. Her blood stained her clothing and ran onto the material of the furniture. Drawing my sword and moving with the swiftness of a striking snake I wrapped my arm around Evagelista's throat and pressed the sword to her breast. Knobkerrie had killed all three girl guards in seconds and as I looked over he finished the guard captain with a thrust to the chest. The point of his sword pressed into the soft flesh of her rounded bosom and then split the skin and sank home piercing her heart. She moaned and slid to the floor. All four scarlet clad guards lay crumpled over each other, twitching and shivering and jerking in spasms but quite dead. That Knobkerrie was good! The Queen said to me, "Who are you and what do you want?" "I am Vara your majesty." "Ah," she said, "Prince Gorg. And you have come to kill me?" I said nothing. I could offer you more Vara. More money, a place at my side. Much more than the Prince will ever give you." "I have my reputation to protect Evangelista." "Do what you must then." She was amazing and marvellously regal. Knobkerrie had recovered my slim blade from the chest of the dead courtier. He handed it to me. I placed the tip of the blade on the silken gown below the fold of the queen's glorious breast and turning her head with my other hand kissed her lips and drove the blade home. The hungry steel found her beating heart and stilled it. The Queen's eyes rolled up and back, leaving her pupils, shrunken to pin points and barely visible beneath her drooping eyelids. A trickle of blood stained her full glossy lips and then stopped. I withdrew my blade and Knobkerrie tossed the dead Queen over his shoulder and we hurried from the chamber of death. * The corridor outside was empty and we hastened back to the stairway leading to the entry. I killed the two girl guards waiting where we had passed them on our way in. The dead Evangelista swung from Knobkerrie's shoulder, her hair sweeping back and forth. Coming up the stairs were two more guards, boy and girl. I pushed Knobkerrie back into the corridor and walking to the top of the steps killed them both as they drew level with me. Their bodies tumbled back down the stairs and ended at the bottom, the man on his back, still quivering and the girl face down over him her short skirt rucked way up and her ass fully displayed, the crack parted by the string of her thong. We made our way carefully to the chamber adjacent to the door through which we had entered. The dead guard was still there and still dead. Grouped around her were five others. Three men and two girls. Knobkerrie plomped Evangelista against a wall and together we engaged the guards. The swordplay was brief and bloody. Knobkerrie and I made a living of this, these youngsters were just nice kids. Very soon they were nice dead kids. Knobkerrie gathered up the Queen's body and we hastened to our horses. We had bought a pack horse with us and Knobkerrie draped Evangelista face down across this and tied her feet together and her hands to the surcingle. We rode away with our prize. * Knobkerrie carried the dead Evangelista into the firelight of Prince Gorg's great hall and thumped her down on the long table before the Prince. Cruel eyes gazed down on the corpse of his foe and he waved his hands and commanded his slaves, "Prepare her." He stared at us. Two near naked men grasped Evangelista and stripped her nude and then they bound her ankles with hempen rope and hung her upside down from a hook embedded in an overhead beam. Slave women came forward and after placing a deep bowl below her head, one neatly slit her carotid artery allowing the Queen's blood to gush forth into this receptacle. Gorg handed me the bag containing my payment and I bowed before this evilly nasty man. Knobkerrie and I took our seats among the Prince's followers. Evangelista's body had bled out and her skin was a chalky, greyish white in colour. As the assembly sat about drinking and whoring the slaves lowered the dead Queen's body and one of the slave women used a wickedly sharp knife to expertly slit her tummy below her abdomen and above her mons and the women pulled her guts out and dumped it in another container. Then they stuffed her tummy cavity with a paste of seeds and beans and all of them, there were four such slaves, began rubbing the body with copious amounts of oil. The men slaves returned with a huge, but shallow metal dish and then helped the women lay Evangelista face down into this, her body spraddled into the base of the dish, her chin resting on the base, her legs crabbed at her sides knees bent around and her arms lying by her sides, fingers clawed upward. While three of the women painted her body with honey, applied using frayed sticks, the fourth slave woman forced her mouth open and jammed a bright red apple between her teeth and then used phallic looking cucumbers to plug her anus and pussy, twisting and pushing to force the green vegetables deep inside her orifices. Both men and women slaves then lifted the dish with the cullinarily dressed corpse of the Queen within and bore it off to a large oven where they all combined to push it inside. Gorg turned to me. "So does any who challenges me perish Vara. Remember this well." I grinned a sickly grin. "We like long pig here Vara," he said leering at me. I could smell the cooking Evangelista and understood completely the Prince's threat. "All of Shardz is yours now my liege," I simpered. Golden brown and smelling quite scrumptious Evangelista was brought forth and the slaves carved her up for the assembled company. I toyed with my portion finding no pleasure in consuming my prey this way. When the Queen had been reduced to a pile of cleanly picked bones and the company was well into its cups I left for the camp Knobkerrie and I had set up outside. Early the next morning before dawn had started to think of breaking and in the deepest darkness I crept into Gorg's chamber where the wretched Prince lay snoring flanked by two lean and hungry whores. I despatched both women with a knife thrust under the chin and up through their mouths my blade piercing their brains. (if they had any) The Prince I emasculated after cutting out his tongue and left him whimpering and quivering while his blood flooded into the bed and he exsanguinated to death. I took the remainder of his gems. As dawn broke Knobkerrie and I rode away to the west. * I have had enough of this life. I have thrown away leathers and weapons and now wear only a simple dress and busy myself with domestic chores. Knobkerrie has moved on to whatever life holds for him. The sisters treat me well and have accepted me into their number. I brought great riches to the temple and although only a lay servant I have the blessing of the Matriarch. My sisters provide for my bodily lusts and I have found that, while they started doing what they do out of a feeling of obligation, several now enter into our carnal coupling with great enthusiasm. I am happy. And Vara is finally dead.