Love your enemy (open to the first lady to play Tara)

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Magic of Love (open to the first lady to play Tara)

There lives a very fierce queen and her female empire along the river bend of Amazon and they capture men to work as slaves and builders. The girls are taught to fight and rules.

Across the wide river, lives a small tribe. They are farmers and peaceful villagers. The girls here are home makers and farmers.

Tara a warrior girl from across survive fighting a crocodile had fell into the river and landed on the farmers land. She was found unconcious and captured. The headman Sulaiman wants her dead but his son Daman wants to keep her.

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I was Daman, age 24 a very popular young man among my villagers. However, I found this particular captive very attractive and I vow to change her and keep her as my wife. I know it wont be easy to change a hunter to become a farmer but love will do the job.
 
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I was stalking the beast, spear and shield at the ready. Through my mind was running the honor that I would receive at the hand of the Queen and my sisters.

This crocodile had taken many who had wandered too close to the river's edge, many slaves and cattle and a few women also. It had to die .. and if I was impulsive, a young 18 year old warrioress after such a monster, I felt certain that I could do it.

I moved slowly, loincloth flapping lightly in the breeze. Step .. closer .. and then somehow it was on top of me.

It's powerful jaws gripped the shield, cracking the wood, and my spearthrusts glanced off it's thick hide.

I found myself now fighting for my life, as the shield was ripped away from me in splinters.

The beast's power was more than I had expected .. I managed to avoid its jaws, but its heavy muscularity knocked me off balance. I thrust with my spear, feeling the satisfying squish as it rammed into the monster's right eye, deep in .. then snapped off.

The croc's tail hit me with a force greater than I had thought .. the world swam in front of my eyes, pain exploding through my body as a light flashed in front of my eyes, and I felt myself hit the river.

As the world went red, then black, I knew I was dead ...

But somehow I ended up on the other riverbank, unconcious, loincloth wet and dishevled, chainmail top slack on my body.

My eyes began to open, and vaguely recognized the outline of slaves around me. I moaned softly in pain.

"Well," I muttered weakly, trying to sound commanding, "help me up. Take me to the queen."

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The farmers overpowered the wounded warrior, tying her limbs with ropes. They drags her to my house and bound her to a big tree.

"Tara, Tara, enemy." a farmer shouted. "Burn her to death" shouted another angry farmer.

I rush out from the house with my father and she had caught my eyes immediately with her charm. She had big beautiful eyes and well tone body.

Without a word, she struggle hard, pulling at the ropes hoping to free herself. She hiss fiercely at anyone who gets near her.

"Father, it is not a wise idea to kill her. The Amazon queen might come looking for her." I say quickly trying to safe her life.

My father kept silence for a moment and he instructs the men calmly. "Take her to the farm house and lock her there until I decide what to do with her"
 
I am unceremoneously tied up and dragged away, by what are obviously not slaves, but farmers on the other side of the river.

I remain as brave as I can, as they shout my name (how do they know it?) and cry to burn me alive! Well .. better than the alternative, I think stoically.

My struggles are useless, and in frustration and anger I hiss and snap at the farmers. This is no fate for me, a proud, if young, warrior!

A young man pleads for my life.

"Father, it is not a wise idea to kill her. The Amazon queen might come looking for her."


She will anyway, I think to myself. I wonder what he wants?

"Take her to the farm house and lock her there until I decide what to do with her"

Apparently the man's father is an elder of the village. So they grumble but follow his instructions dragging me, still struggling, to what looks more like a hut than a house. I am tossed inside, still bound hand and foot, and the door is closed and locked.

I stop struggling, useless as it is. My loincloth is gone, ripped off somewhere on the ground, and the humiliation of being naked waste down adds to that of being captured by a bunch of dirt-scrapers who were more aptly slaves of the Queen.

"My queen and her warriors will come for me," I shout. I don't know if anyone can hear or is listening. I need to feel like I am doing something though, so I again struggle to try to free my bonds .. to no avail.
 
She was fierce and certainly not dead cos she bites. The men threw her into the little hut and locks the door.
It begins to rain heavily and the villagers are busy saving their belonging, their food. Everyone was too busy to talk about this amazom girl and probably had forgotten about her.

Without alarming the others, I brought some food for her. She was sitting very still when I push into the hut, watching me.as I place the food on the table and closes the door.

She was wounded on her chest and had bend her knees together, covering her naked self. I remove the thick cow skin from my shoulder and carefully place it on her thigh.

She hiss when I first came in, but decided to calm down when she saw food and my willingness to give her my animal skin.

I pick up the food and gently feed her. Though I am taller 6'1" and probably stronger, she was a trained killer and I take no chance to free her hands.

placing the food on my palm, I push forward "eat, you must be hungry" wondering if she would eat out of my hand.
 
The man entered the hut. I watched him closely, eyes locked onto every move he made. Waiting for a sign of weakness. My legs were closed and trying, though vainly, to hide my nudity from him. I hiss a warning at him ... but then I smell food.

How long have I been out? How long since I ate? I didn't know, but the food made my stomach rumble.

He tosses a thick cow-hide over my thighs, and sets the food down on the table near me. I am still wary .. but this is the same man who argued to spare my life. His kindness now further indicated sympathy .. which was of course a weakness, but one that was useful to me.

He scoops up some food, and carefully hands it towards me. I notice he keeps me bound, so he isn't a fool at least.

"eat, you must be hungry"

I look at him as though he were insane. Was I a pet, to eat out of his hand? Defiantly, I look away, closing my mouth tight to indicate my refusal.
 
"My name is Daman. I cannot stay here very long unless my father gave his permission. You had to eat fast or I will leave. You look hungry" I shove my arms further towards his face. She looks confused and was hesitating to eat from my hand. "Dont worry, I wont hurt you" I assured her.

My eyes caught sight of the blood stain on her chest and a deep cut tearing her skin. "You are badly hurt, are you having a fight with someone?"

She remains silent and I simply ask again "What is your name?"
 
I glance back at him.

His words are soft. The food smells good. And my chest begins to really hurt for the first time. I hadn't noticed the wound, but a good warrior isn't supposed to.

I hesitate for one moment ... and then lean forward slightly with my mouth open. It is humilating, but not eating will just make me weak.

I will refuse to give him the satisfaction of my name. That I will not give. Even though I feel a little better disposed to this man who .. gave me food and some measure of dignity with the cowskin....
 
She ate reluctantly, yet hungrily swallowing down the food. "Hey slow down, here drink some water" I shoved a small container containing fresh water to her. She drank without hesitating now.

I continue feeding her and finish in no time. "I got to go now" I smile at her for the first time. Leaving her alone in the little hut, partially soak with leaking rain water from the roof.

Though she did not show much expression on her face, I strongly believe she is human and her heart will melt if I gave her enough time. She is gorgeous. I cant help thinking of her big blue eyes and well tone voluptious figure. I need to talk to father next morning. I want to keep her under my care!
 
After eating and drinking, I look away from him, shame taking the place of defiance. I cannot believe that I ate out of his hand, and lapped up water like a kitten!

He smiles and leaves. Only after he leaves do I look back up, and take stock of my condition. I am somewhat wet due to the dampness and leaky roof, but I can survive that. My thighs and legs are covered by the cowskin, and I am both warm and dry below my waist .. and have a measure of dignity.

My arms are still bound, but that simply tells me that Daman is no fool. That I am wounded, and that they did not bind my wound, tells me that they are uncivlized. In my Queen's lands, even an enemy would be tended to if he or she lived. Perhaps Daman will see to that now that he knows.

Well, I have nothing else I can do, if I even move I lose the cowskin and am in no position to recover myself with it. So I allow my eyes to close, and drift into an uneasy sleep.

Dreaming of the crocodile, dead with my spear in its heart .. dirt-scrapers naked and bound, screaming for mercy as I flog them with barbed whips .. Daman gently binding my wound and feeding me by hand, smiling eyes looking on me with gentle care ....
 
Waking up very early the next morning, I had a long debate with my father about this poor girl loosing her home coming to a strange land. I defended her for not really a killer but just her duty to obey her wicked queens instruction.

I make my last plead in front of the elders of our village "She is not our enemy, not one of those that attacks our village 15 years ago. She is hardly 20 and we have no rights to kill a helpless girl"

Finally, they agreed to give her to me as slave, servant or whatever on one condition that I would be held responsible for any harm or disaster that she might do in our village.

I was overjoyed with the decision, I am ready to take her home, send two maids to take her from the hut. No one dare to remove the rope but they manage to bath her and give her new clothes.

Evening.........

I visit her again, carrying with me food and medicine. "Dont be afraid, you are alright now. Lay here, you need medication on your chest" tapping my hand gently. We are peaceful people and we wont hurt you"

Smiling at her, I continue "Come, I will loosen the rope if you just be a good girl."
 
I am awoken by two girls entering the hut. They both look terrified, and approach me carefully.

I watch them, and even if they are servants of the farmers, I do not react in the fierce way I would if it were one of their males.

"We, are sent from Daman," one says. She is slightly older than the other, and approaches me slowly. "He has sent us to fetch you to his home."

I watch her approach, and nod ascent.

"Alright, you may."

As one holds the cowhide around my torso, the other leads me carefully, since I am still bound by rope, through the streets to a larger house. It is a well-made house that indicates wealth and power .. both relative of course ... but Daman and his father clearly are the powers in the village.

The maids don't untie me, but do remove the chainmail top that was barely covering me anyway, bathe me, and dress me in simple, rough clothing .. a skirt and a bodice that they can slip onto me and tie in place without freeing my limbs. Then, I am left alone in a warm, dry room with a bed.

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When Daman enters, I start off the bed, going into as much of a defensive crouch as I can being bound .. but relax when I see it is him.


"Dont be afraid, you are alright now. Lay here, you need medication on your chest"


Bold, he taps my chest very gently.

"We are peaceful people and we wont hurt you"
"Come, I will loosen the rope if you just be a good girl."


I pause for a moment, looking down at the bed .. and nod. Until I am unbound I can do nothing. and Daman is helping me ....

"I will not fight you," I say quietly as I lie on the bed on my side so he can loosen, or even hopefully remove, the ropes.

"Tara. My name is Tara."
 
I would had untie your arms immediately if father had not warn me inadvanced. I waited for you to lay down and instead of removing the rope, I begin to mix the medication and place them on the wound. There are some coloured powder mixing to some kind of paste but is smooths the wound and ease your pain.

Turning around, I pulls out a pair of cuff which holds together by a metal chain about 18" long and swiftly locks the cuff to your legs.

You put up a struggle but with your arms still tied behind and laying on your back, I over powered you. You are so strong, giving me a hard kick on my face but I manage to slip the cuff on.

Moving away from you, I press on my bleeding nose. "take it easy, I dont want to fight"
 
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