Miranda stood at her worship room altar awaiting her Lord's arrival. He had sent word that she was to be waiting and ready this evening. She had no idea what to expect. She had lit the rose petal candles and sandalwood incense burned slowly in the corners. The room was aromatic and dimly lighted.

Soft kisses on her neck caused her to close her eyes, her head lulled back and a husky moan escaped her lips. "Oh, Master......" She breathed heavily.

"Ready yourself, my sweet. We will be going on a trip." Ares turned away and then spun around and whispered in her ear, "And pack your dancing robes. I'm in the mood for entertainment."

Miranda shivered and a wide grin appeared as her Master walked away. She hurried along to gather her things and called for a servant to gather her bags. She had packed more then Ares had asked, but she expected he would enjoy it all. She had no idea where they were going or how long they would be away.

She walked towards the throne room where Ares was patiently waiting for her. He smiled. It was a partially evil smile, and Miranda blushed and casted her eyes downward. She felt her whole body blush as well. That smile made her body react, no matter how she tried to push it away.

Ares took her hand and led her to the stables. They were to ride his steed, Obsidian. Jacinda had placed a small saddle on Obsidian's back, above where Ares' would sit. Ares mounted his stead and reached over, grasping Miranda at the waist and pulling her up. She started to swing both legs over the side, riding side saddle as all proper ladies, but Ares shook his head. He pulled her robes up past her hips, much to Miranda's dismay. Her womanhood was bare, as required, and on display for all near them to glimpse.

"Master, please..." her eyes pleaded with him.

A sharp smack to her bare bottom with his steel-like palm brought forth a yelp and silent submission from Miranda. Ares placed her in the saddle so that her soft womanly flesh was pressed firmly against the leather.

Miranda soon came to realize why her robes had been raised. The horn of the saddle had slipped easily between her swollen flesh, and was now pressed firmly against her tender and throbbing love button. Her sensitive sex would be rubbed and pressed upon from both the leather seat and horn the entire trip. She tried to squirm, but this made her torment more urgent.

Ares let her robes drop, keeping her modesty intact. Though she expected it might also be to keep lustful eyes from his property. They rode slowly from the stable and Miranda moaned breathlessly. She would find this a difficult journey for her indeed.

Ares wrapped his arms around her, grasped the reins, and snapped them down to get his steed up to speed. This had the unfortunate result of snapping across the tender inner flesh of her spread thighs.

Miranda gasped and tried to press her thighs together to protect them. She only managed to press her button tight against the saddle roughly. The pain it caused was rippled over with waves of pleasure. Miranda growled deep in her throat.

Ares let his hands drift upwards, grasping each nipple roughly and rolling them between his fingers. "Watch herself my pet. You haven't my permission. And nor will you as we travel. That is hardly ladylike. You must conduct yourself as my priestess should, no matter what the circumstances."

Though Miranda could not see behind her, she knew her Lord wore his evil grin. Shivers passed through her flesh to her pelvis, and she bit her lip hard, willing herself to control the growing dampness between her open thighs.

After several hours of travel and torture, they rode into a makeshift camp. Rugged looking men laughing and drinking, huddled around campfires all looked up as they approached. They all stood as they entered camp. A young and handsome boy took the reins from Ares' hands as they stopped. He smiled up at Miranda. His grin quickly faded as Ares glared at him.

Ares dismounted and reached up to Miranda. She reached her arms out and he pulled her from the saddle gently. She stood on very unstable legs. Her body was still shaking from her pleasant torture. Her face went red when she looked up. The saddle was very dark and slick with her juices. The men looked away when she was lifted down, but now they looked on with knowing faces. Ares sent Miranda towards his quarters with a slap to her bottom. Miranda scurried away fast, as to avoid the looks from Ares' army. Her baggage soon followed her into the tent.

The valet stayed and helped her to undress and freshen up. Although he was a handsome and strong man, he was from her temple staff. She was accustomed to disrobing in front of him. He overted his eyes respectfully as she finished dressing. He then began brushing her raven locks when she sat upon the fur covered bed.

Ares brushed open the tent flaps, and the servant stood. He walked out as Ares entered. He gazed upon her beauty with a lustful heart. Miranda smiled and lay across the furs, the golden silk falling, exposing her milky inner thigh.

Ares hurried across the room, fell to his knees and licked the exposed flesh with great hunger. Miranda purred softly and pressed herself closer. She desperately needed release, and prayed he would grant it. Her prayers went unanswered as Ares rose and walked to his map table in the center of the room.

He examined them closely, and called for his general. Miranda sighed and began to sit up. Ares turned to her.

"Stay as you are, girl. I have not finished with you yet!"

"Yes, Master." Miranda fell back and resumed her position.

The general came in the tent, drinking in her sight briefly before turning to Ares. They stood over the map for several minutes, Ares directing him as to the army's next move.

Miranda's Taste of War Part II

General Tamilus nodded his head towards Miranda and spoke to Ares. "She is quite a beauty, my Lord. Should you tire of her, my tent is always open."

He laughed, and Miranda thought it an ugly and cruel sound. He would not be laying those filthy hands on her body. Her body was Temple only to Ares and those he allowed to pleasure her when he saw fit.

Ares looked to Miranda as Tamilus gestured to her. He laughed and readily agreed that she was quite a prize. Relief washed over Miranda's tense frame when Ares informed him that she was his temple priestess, and available for viewing pleasure only. Tamilus laughed again. His eyes studied her bare thighs every chance they got. Finally, he was dismissed. He winked at Miranda and bowed to Ares, leaving them alone again.

Ares looked at Miranda and smiled. She smiled freely back, happy to have him to herself again. Her joy was brief. Ares walked towards her and after caressing her thigh gently, pulled her to her feet. "You are here to dance for me, my sweet. I want you to entertain my troops as well. They are far away from their homes, and seeing you perform would bring great morale to the camp."

Miranda stared, open mouthed for a moment. He wanted her to dance, half naked, for those sex starved killers? She looked up at Ares, and openly refused. "I will not parade around naked before those...those...beasts!!"

She stomped her foot defiantely. She immediately regretted, taking such a tone, and looked down at the ground. "Please, Sir! They might fondle me, and I couldn't take all their wanton looks." Tears had sprung to her eyes. Ares growled at her. "You can, and you will. And furthermore, you will be showing them a few other things as well. For example, a very well reddened posterior!"

Before Miranda had time to register what was said to her, she found herself on her tummy, across Ares' muscular thighs. She could smell the heated leather as the first smacks came down on her bare bottom. She squirmed and tried desperately to get loose. This brought on a series of hard swats to her pale thighs. She pressed her knees into the bed, trying to push her way free from his tight grip on her waist. This also failed, his strength far greater then her own. She was left with no alterative but to kick her legs like a child. Ares grew tired of her fit and grasped the hairbrush that was laying on the bed.

"If you are to act like a spoiled child, I shall punish you as one!" He swung the brush down and the hard back connected with the red flesh on her bottom. Miranda immediately cried out in renewed pain. He continued to bring the brush down across the tender swell of her bottom and the spot where her legs met it. Miranda foolishly reached back, trying to stop the assualt. She was rewarded with a rather hard smack catching the tips of her fingers. She pulled her hand forward, sucking each fingertip to ease the pain. Finally, she had stopped fighting her punishment and laid limply across her Master's lap. Her face was pressed into the fur, now wet with her tears.

The punishment stopped, and the brush placed back on the bed. She felt Ares disappear from beneath her. She looked up and saw him by the tent enterance. There would be be no comforting following punishment for such bad behavior.

"I suggest you get yourself cleaned up. I will be gathering the troops. You are on in 15 minutes. I will send in your valet." He turned and left the defeated girl. Her valet soon joined her side and began rubbing soothing oil into the tender welted flesh of her backside. Miranda hissed, but allowed him to try and comfort and heal her. She then sat up slowly and told him to fix her hair. He picked up the evil brush, still warm from her spanking, and began stroking it through her long locks.

Miranda's Taste of War Part III

Miranda gathered her courage, stood, and walked to the tent opening. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and slipped out into the warm evening air.

The smell of burning wood and masculine perspiration was carried to her on the lazy breeze. She opened her eyes and was shocked by what she saw. Lord Ares stood, fists on his hips, at the front of the camp's bonfire. He smiled as she emerged, the transparent fabric of her dancing garb blowing in the air, wrapping gently around her legs.

His smile gave her confidence. She lifted her head and returned his smile. Looking around, all the gruff looking men from earlier were now clean shaven and neatly dressed in ceremonial leather armor. As she walked towards the large circle of men, each man she passed nodded his head politely at her. When she stepped into the inner area of the circle, Lord Ares grasped her hand and gently helped her cross between the warriors. Then he bowed deeply to her and kissed her hand affectionately.

Miranda blushed. She was feeling very ashamed for the things she was thinking earlier. These brave men, who fought at her Master's side, and in his name, were as gentlemanly as any she had ever met.

"Thank you, my liege. I will do my best to please you and your brave warriors."

Miranda smiled again as Ares took his seat and the music mysteriously began whispering through the air. She let her hips sway, catching the rhythm and moving through her body. She raised her arms and slid them slowly down every treacherous curve of her frame. Slowly and seductively, she danced. She made love to the music and the music made love to her.

After a short while, the music became more upbeat, an Arabian sound that found Miranda losing herself in the dance. She shimmied and shook her bosom at the enthralled men. She gently caressed their faces and chests, her pulsing torso rubbing gently across their shoulders as she danced between the group. The soldiers, so far from their women, were practically drooling, yet they never groped her or acted as she had predicted they might.

Soon the music ended and the men were on their feet. The applauded and whistled, smiles across each and every face. Ares was standing as well. He wrapped his arm around Miranda's waist. The men quieted down. The men quietly began to go to their own quarters, thanking Ares and Miranda as they walked away. Miranda smiled up at her Master.

"Have I pleased you, my Lord?" Her eyes pleaded for his answer. She hoped it was affirmative.

He leaned down and kissed her lips firmly, his hands slipping to her breasts and pulling the fabric roughly away. Miranda felt a desperate tingle. The embarrassment of her body being bared to the retreating men had awaken her sleeping desire from earlier in the day. Finally the kiss ended, leaving her feeling unfulfilled, and repentant.

"Master, I am sorry I was being disobedient earlier. I had no right questioning you judgment." She stared down at the ground over her heaving bosom. A shameful blush moved over her body.

"Yes, I expect you are, my pet. There is much to finish in my quarters before you may rest."

Miranda followed obediently on his heels as he turned and walked back to his tent. As they went through the opening, she felt a chill go up her spine. There, in the center of the fur covered bedding, lay the saddle, still stained with her excitement. She turned and saw the evil grin that so excited and frightened her. She buried her face in his chest and shivered. She had an idea of what he had in mind.

Miranda's Taste of War Part IV

Arcana and Jazelle walked along the meadow path and discussed Miranda's monopolizing of Ares' time. Jazelle seemed extremely annoyed by this fact, and made no attempt to hide her displeasure. Arcana listened to Jazelle, knowing she would feel better after ranting a bit.

Arcana let her mind wander to the task they had been sent to do. They had been instructed by Ares to visit the Fates. The Fates were hidden inside a cave facing the ocean. It is a difficult task to reach them unless you have the proper information or you are a god. Luckily Arcana and Jazelle had the proper information at their disposal.

Arcana visited the Fates frequently. She liked to watch the world of events being spun through their hands. They had seen so much, and were wise indeed. Arcana often took a scribe along with her, so that she might record some of the wisdom imparted upon her. Today she took Jazelle. They were to visit with the women. They rarely got company, only people badgering them to change the course of the threads they weave for eternity.

Arcana felt a sharp pain in the back of her thigh. This brought her back to reality. She looked at her leg. There seemed to be a red mark about the size of Jazelle's staff diagonally across it. She turned to Jazelle and glared at her.

"What is the big idea! I'm going to need that leg to walk on, you know."

Jazelle snickered. "You should have answered me then. I wasn't talking to hear myself speak. I asked you what you thought Miranda was doing with Ares right now."

Arcana shrugged. How was she to know anyway. She wasn't an oracle after all. Jazelle sighed and jabbed her staff along the ground as they continued walking. That hadn't been the answer she was looking for. She knew Arcana didn't know, but she could have at least tried to guess.

"Look, Jazelle. There is no use fretting about it right now. I'm sure we will find out eventually about Miranda's trip. Although it would be nice if it weren't a pleasurable trip for her." Arcana smirked.

Finally, they came to the edge of the meadow. The cliff dropped sharply off towards a very rocky beach. Arcana and Jazelle turned and flattened themselves against the mountainside. They shuffled carefully along the front side, the ledge narrowing beneath their feet. When the ledge shrunk to a mere two inches, the mountainside opened up into the mouth of a large cave. The priestesses slipped inside and Arcana gave a sigh of relief. That was always the worst part of the journey for her. Jazelle on the other hand, looked totally invigorated.

They began walking deep into the cave, carefully avoiding the traps set for the careless humans that often wandered in, trying to change the events of time. The priestesses of course knew how to avoid the well hidden snares and poisoned spikes.

They eventually made it to the house of the Fates. They were welcomed with open arms and warm greetings. Arcana immediately sat down, exhausted from the trip. Jazelle, who was used to such labors, walked along the tapestries, observing various lives in progress. She stopped short when she happened upon a beautiful purple and black tapestry. She watched it carefully as it weave before her eyes.

"Arcana! Come here, quick!"

Arcana jumped up and hurried over. The two women gazed upon Miranda's threads. They were both in shock at what they saw. They watched the events unfold, and at the moment, Jazelle did not envy Miranda's time with Ares.

Miranda's Taste of War Part V

Miranda pulled her face away from Ares' chest and looked again at the saddle. She turned and looked up into his eyes. She could see that he was in the mood to torture and humiliate her. This both frightened and excited her at the same time.

Ares prodded her towards the bed. When they were beside the saddle, he reached out and tore the dancing garb from her body and discarded it onto the floor. Miranda willed herself not to cover her body from his hungry stare. He reached out and grabbed her breast hard enough to leave bruises. Miranda cried out and bit down hard on her lip.

"We have some unfinished business to attend to, my sweet."

He leaned over and bit down on the hard nipple of her captured breast, bringing droplets of blood to the surface. He licked and sucked the salty warmth from it, like mother's milk. Tears trickled down her cheeks, and she whimpered. He released her breast, and pushed her roughly towards the saddle.

"Mount it."

The order was clear enough, but Miranda couldn't bring herself to move. When she hesitated, he unbuckled his belt and pulled it from the loops with an audible hiss. This caused Miranda to move quickly onto the bed. She kneeled over the saddle, a knee on each side. She took to long trying to decide what he meant by mount, and a sharp crack of the belt landed across her already battered thighs. Miranda yelped and plopped immediately down. The horn of the saddle pressed against her womanhood roughly.

"I will not spend the evening repeating my orders to you. I said mount it, not sit upon it."

A realization crossed Miranda's face, and tears began to trickle again. He intended her to use the saddle horn as a phallus. She slowly raised herself up and scooted forward. She looked to Ares and their eyes met.

"Please Master. I'm so sorry. Please don't make me...."

Her words were cut short by the repeated crack of the belt landing across her bottom. She began lowering herself towards the horn, the cold metal sending shivers along her body. Ares stopped his assault and moved to the end of the bed. He watched her carefully, taking in her shame with his eyes. "Spread it open, I want to see it all."

Miranda knew better than to refuse. That was how she had gotten herself into this. She reached down and opened herself, exposing everything to him. He watched as the largest part of the saddle horn pressed against the tight opening of her slit, slipping easily inside. Miranda was wetter than she had ever been, the humiliation and punishment turning into passionate dew between her thighs. She slid fully down on the horn and then turned her blushing face up to her Master.

"Ride it."

Miranda sighed. She had knew that was coming. She began sliding up and down on the horn, holding herself open for his pleasure. She pumped up and down rhythmically, excitement in her loins building. She threw her head back, caring not about her embarrassment now, only her pleasure.

"Dammit, girl!"

Miranda stopped in mid stroke at the sound of his voice. He stalked towards the bed and pulled her from the saddle, leaving her empty and unsatisfied. Before she knew what was happening, she found her back pressed hard against the center pole of the tent. Ares drove himself deep into her. She reached down, her hands in his dark hair. He reached up, grasped both her wrists in his strong hand and slammed them up against the pole and holding them there. He continued to have his way with her, her body bouncing hard against the structure, his animal lust driving her mad.

When he finally spent himself, he let her slip to the floor. She whimpered as he pulled away from her tingling body. He removed the saddle from the bed. He walked back over to her and plucked her gently from the floor, laying her on the furs. Ares laid beside her, their sweat drenched bodies touching. She laid her head upon his chest, his arm automatically encircling her warm body. She looked into his eyes, her face desperate.

"Forget about it, my pet. Naughty girls don't get to cum." With that he drifted off to sleep, leaving Miranda awake with the aching between her legs.