Amazon Love Slaves
Smashwords edition
Copyright 2011
By Slave Kala
Ashrine (-te){-che}- (noun & verb)
An Amazon word: no exact translation is possible, but it would roughly equate to cherished loved one\slave I own (both meanings being simultaneous). However that is only an approximate translation. It is definitely a form of address denoting love, not affection or even caring but the blinding all consuming love that can override all other considerations. It is used roughly as the address beloved, or dearest, but is considered more ‘powerful’ than that. In essence it denotes a level of feeling where a person would happily take a knife thrust for the other, or conversely murder in a jealous rage any ‘competition’ for their lover’s affections. Such a person would take any object owned by their Ashrine without bothering to ask, for the simple reason that as far as both parties are concerned what belongs to one belongs to both, so they would not consider such objects to be anything but ‘their’ property.
This love is rare, as true love is. Being someone’s mate doesn’t mean they are your Ashrine, even a lover wouldn’t necessarily be one; in fact most Amazons go their whole lives without encountering Ashrine-te.
The word of course can be used simply as an endearment, or a form of address between lovers who have decided they are indeed Ashrine to each other; there is even a ritual one can go through formally recognizing this fact, although it is by no means required. All that is truly necessary is for the two involved to decide they do indeed have that level of love for each other. Of course the endearment would not be used causally until such a discussion had been held.
It is interesting to take cognizance of the fact that Ashrine is both a noun and a verb, both an idea, a state of being, as well as in and of itself, an action, albeit a non-physical one. Ashrine, the idea of a love so strong it can never be broken, is also Ashrine, a constant set of semi-formalized acts1, a state, a lifestyle which once entered into, could never be revoked, or ended in any way, even death.
Note: the suffixes te and che denote my and your respectively. As in: yes Ashrine-te {yes my beloved owner I own} or so claims your Ashrine-che {so claims the love slave you serve}
Further Note: this condition always works both ways, so each recipient of Ashrine is both the ‘owned’ and ‘owner’ of their opposite, both in love and cherished. And also the ‘slave’ meaning is only a measure of how deeply they care for one another, how helpless they are to the other's word and how far they will go to please their partner, and denotes no actual concept of ownership.
1 (For more information on Ashrine ritualization, see Fernialli's complete guide to Barbarian family life rituals. circa 1086 AWW {out of print} )
Buattua {Bat-too-way}- (verb)
Amazon ritual: in some formal instances highly ceremonial and ritualized, in others it is preformed almost causally. This act is often cited and discussed by scholars arguing over how barbaric the Amazons are, especially in comparison to ‘civilized’ peoples such as the Empire of the Sun. It technically has two different forms, depending on whether or not it is preformed between enemies or lovers (the ‘uncivilized’ Amazons are perfectly aware of the thin line that can separate the two).
In the first form it represents surrender and denotes an acknowledgment of superiority from one enemy to another. The second form is also a sign of surrender, and of respect and adoration. Physically varying slightly depending upon how formal the circumstances, the basic structure of the ritual is simply one person touching their lips to the bared anus of another. In some cases actually extending the tongue to touch the inner lining of the alimentary hole; although an often used and quicker variant is simply the touching of the lips to the recipient's cheek.
The obvious, and in fact even stated reasoning behind this act (in either form) is that by placing their mouth to the hole used by the recipient for defecation (a disgusting, abhorrent and repelling action), they are showing that they will perform any act to prove their surrender (or love). The ritual can be used to seal an agreement, or in order to ‘prove’ that one is telling another the truth; it is however, almost never used between simple friends, so that happens rarely except between negotiating tribal leaders.
This ritual is almost always required in some form or another from a conquering chieftain to the highest ranking surviving tribe member of the defeated tribe, and is sometimes also required of any prisoner taken in raid, although only if the captor wishes to insult said captive.
Note: an ancient, and almost but not totally abandoned extreme form of this rite involves ritual bloodletting, cutting around the anus and blood drinking.
Amazon love slaves & seduction
Luna stood on her fifth story balcony wrapped in a soft silk robe of the lightest sky blue, so pale it could almost pass for white. The sash was a slightly deeper blue, she didn’t bother to use it though, leaving the robe open to the light breeze and allowing it to play across her freshly scrubbed skin. Looking out eastward across the capital city, she watched nature at its greatest; the triangular sunset of Ra, Donagal and Sicilus was spectacular, and relatively rare, this particular formation the red dwarf and yellow sun seeming to support the white star arched high above them occurring only once every five hundred and some odd days.
The suite of rooms were very nice. They were reserved for her parents, who had never spent a night in them of course. The style and décor were eminently elven, although a good decade out of date. Not that she cared, she was more than happy. She had received a hot bath, no one had tried to kill her and a tailor had arrived to repair and rebuild all her damaged dresses; finally she would have decent clothes again. Her hosts had even provided her with a pair of ladies maids, elven girls of about fifty, trained and more than competent. They sat now in the reception room, awaiting her needs and seeing that visitors did not arrive unannounced.
The sky was filled with shifting, interplaying lights, as the suns slowly lowered toward the horizon. Shadows shifted and danced gaily through the city streets, buildings stretched out below her seemed limed in rainbows of radiance, and everything had a soft dreamy edge to it that she knew wouldn’t last more than an hour.
There came a knock at the bedroom door, three soft but firm raps before the door was opened halfway and Yesinall stepped just inside the bedchamber, immediately dropping a deeper then strictly necessary curtsy. Luna turning, drew her robe closed and plastered a warm and reassuring smile across her face. The borrowed lady’s maid stood and smoothed the front of her servant dress a little nervously. The elven girl, Luna knew now, was just past fifty, and like most of the longer lived races, that fact judged her still a child. She yet attended school in addition to her employment. The girl had been born in a small elven settlement just outside the city and had never been farther than the capital; this was the first time she had served legitimate royalty.
“Yes girl?” Luna asked gently.
The woman nearly had a hart attack upon being addressed by name. Apparently it wasn’t proper, she’d been confused upon being asked her name in the first place and gave it only after repeated prompting.
The maid bobbed a second time, then began almost indignantly, “I’m very sorry my lady, uh princess, but there’s er an uh…”
She was smoothing and twisting her dark red uniform with shaking fingers. She was trained, but had no experience with anything out of the ordinary in the course of her job. Luna had years of preparation on the etiquette of dealing with servants, even inexperienced ones; she helped the girl by playing the part Yesinall wanted of her.
Standing erect and proud, the seventeenth daughter of the elven monarch lifted her chin haughtily and lifted one eyebrow. “Yes?” she demanded.
The elf maid took a deep breath and finished, clearly indigent at the rude invasion she’d been forced to conspire in. “There was a knock at the door, and when Fissile opened it the woman just pushed her way in, we barely stopped her from tromping right through the sitting room unannounced! She,”