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Disclaimers: same as in Part 1.

Part 2

At the airport, Justin waited outside the motorcar, leaning against it with her arms crossed against her chest and her legs crossed at the ankles. She dressed in chauffeur’s uniform in black with the chauffeur’s hat where her very short, blonde hair lay undiscovered making her appearance look a little boyish. She watched as the plane landed and discarded the cigarette she was just about finished smoking. Walking quickly, she wasn’t parked too far from where the plane stopped. Most of the passengers had gotten off pretty quick.

As Melinda and Janice were walking off, the flight attendant bowed, giving them a smile, said, “I hope you enjoy your stay. And if there’s anything I can help you with,” handing the archeologist a piece of paper, “anything, anything at all, please do call.”

Melinda turned and snagged the paper before it got into Janice’s hand, squinting her eye after taking off her glasses for a moment and flashed the flight attendant ‘the look’ of all looks causing her to back off. Janice looked over to Mel as her mouth opened in astonishment at her friend’s behavior.

On their way down the stairs of the plane, Dr. Pappas noticed the chauffeur waiting at the bottom of the stairs. Sticking her long arm out at Janice, “Oh, dear. I do believe we have company. Somehow I think we’ve been expected.”

Covington took out her gun, from the holster that she was wearing under her jacket, placing it a little behind to cover it, yet to have it quite handy, just in case. “Let’s just be a bit careful on this one. This might be one of Callisto’s henchmen.”

As they approached the bottom of the stairs, the chauffeur bowed. As she got back up, she stood in shock for a couple of seconds, just realizing what these women looked like. Remarkable, she thought to herself. “Welcome, Dr. Pappas, Dr. Covington. Please allow me to escort you and take your bags to the car.”

“And who are you? We didn’t order a car.” As usual, Janice’s brows came together in a semi menacing fashion, weary of what was to come of this encounter.

“I am Justin, your chauffeur. Please allow me to escort you…” she said as extended her arm, palm open, bowing while looking directly at the girls, directing them to the car.

Cutting her off, “yeah, yeah, yeah. We know, to escort us to the car. And if I may ask, where to?” Janice watched Justin as she took their bags, cautious as to what this person wanted from them and where they might be going.

“I have been instructed to pick you two up and bring you back to the house. I cannot explain any further. My mistresses will explain everything upon your arrival.”

“Mistresses? Okay, what’s this all about?” Not getting any kind of response, as Justin placed the bags in the trunk, she opened the door as Janice placed her hand on the handle at the same time, “what is going on? We’re not getting in until you tell us what this is all about and who is your mistress? Callisto?”

With that, Justin went into a ducking position and looked frantically around. “I wouldn’t work for that bitch if ya paid me!” Quickly, she covered her mouth, her deep brown eyes widened with a look of fear upon them. “I do so apologize for my words.” Even if she were to make me a demigoddess…., her words trailed off. “Please, get in. My mistresses will explain everything, once we get to the house. All I know is that if I don’t come back with both of you, they’ll feed my butt to Cerebus.”

“Janice, I think we can trust this one. I'm getting a feeling that we’re being watched, and it just might be a good idea if we get going. I'm sure there’s a good explanation for all of this.”

“Okay. Fine.”

With that, they left, and Justin put the peddle to the mettle, getting them out of the airport in a quick flash. As they drove off,, the driver was constantly looking through the rear and side view mirrors, cautious if anybody should have followed them. Aye. I just hope my mistresses understand what they’ve just put me through – she thought as she watch the two young ladies in the back of the car. I'm certain these two don’t know what they’re in for. One. Big. Surprise.

As they sat in the back, hardly a word was spoken. But, Melinda held on to Janice’s hand, feeling a comfort and a safeness with her that she had never felt before in life. Well, except for the time back at the house when that demigoddess dissipated into thin air and Janice held her close. It was an easing sensation that would run throughout her entire being, but hadn’t yet wanted to let her bard know. Bard? Now where in the world did that come from? Oh yeah, the Xena scrolls, and Gabrielle. What am I thinking? – her mind drifting away to a far away land she really didn’t recognize, and yet she did recognize it at the same time. She shook her head to clear away some of the memories of reading the Xena scrolls with Janice.

She felt a little heat rise into her cheeks as Dr. Covington said, “Why, Mel! Are you having a hot flash or something? Your face is turning red.”

“Oh, I'm just fine, Janice. I guess it’s just this whole situation with us running into each other. Although I must admit I meant to find you because I missed you so. And seeing that, that… well, you know.“

“Yeah, I know. The other blonde. But, don’t worry, Mel, I won’t leave you alone again.” If you only knew, Mel, how much I've missed you, how much I need to just take you in my arms and show you the passion and love I feel for you. – she thought to herself. She shook her head, to come back to reality.

Silence over came them once again, as Janice started to settle into Mel’s warm embrace. Both couldn’t help but smile. They both were feeling very comfortable, until Justin suddenly stopped the car, and jumped out. Where the driver opened the door, she helped both Dr. Covington and Dr. Pappas out, rushing around the back of the car to get their bags, “Please wait here.” Justin went in the house carrying the bags. She placed them just inside the short hallway that lead to the rest of the house. From the driveway, you couldn’t even see the house and would probably not even know it was there until you pulled right in front of it.

I just hope my mistresses know what they’re doing. By the gods! I can’t believe how much they look alike! She tried shaking the feelings of déjà vu. With that, she went back outside. Facing Janice, she said, ”I'll show you two inside,” she gestured the ladies by curving her fingers from the side of her head to follow her.

As they walked in, Mel was surprised to see what seemed like replicas of the Xena scrolls that she and Janice had discovered on their last trip together. These were somehow different. Wow! She was at such a lose for words. She paused in front of one of the scrolls that was hanging on the hall wall and started to read it. Mumbling to herself, “and with this declaration of eternal love to my warrior princess, I give her my life, my heart, my soul, my body. In turn, Xena, warrior princess bestows upon me the same, giving me her life, her heart, her soul, her body for all eternity.”

Janice came up to stand beside Melinda to see if she could see exactly what her friend was reading. She gasped, realizing that she had read every single scroll and this was one she had never seen before, yet found it to be authentic as she recognized the bard’s handwriting. “Tell me this is something you found that you’ve been meaning to show me.”

“Dr. Covington, I can assure you that what I do have to show you is more authentic than this could ever be.”

“Pardon me, miss. But, you don’t have a clue to who lives here, do you?”

Justin was standing behind them, right between them. As they both turned, Janice grabbed woman by the lapel of her blazer and pushed her up against the wall. Justin still had her hands in her pocket, weary that the archeologist would stick her at any point so she winced, closing her eyes shut. “Janice Covington, stop that! Don’t hurt her!” The translator couldn’t believe the face on her friend and the face on Justin. She’s been hurt like that before. I should know, it’s happened to me before, too. With Callisto somewhere in the picture, I wouldn’t be surprised if it were her that makes this woman’s life a torment.

As Janice let go, she straightened out Justin’s jacket, “I'm sorry. I apologized for my behavior. But I can’t guarantee that I won’t do it again if you give me cause.”

“I fully understand. I too apologize for my behavior.”

“Well, I do declare! We are becoming quite southern ladies here in Cairo.”

“If you’ll both follow me. My mistresses are waiting for you in the living room.” And boy, oh boy! What a living room!

Both were feeling a tension build as their anxiousness tingle within them. Janice’s stomach growled in contempt for something to eat, but wasn’t sure she needed just solid food. She watched as her friend followed Justin down a long corridor. What a magnificent site for sore eyes. I know I'm not just hungry for food, or the knowledge of who these ‘mistresses’ are. Mmmmmm! Mel, you sure know how to be pleasing to one’s heart simply by the way you walk down a hallway. Ahem! Okay, girl. Get a grip on yourself. Now is not the time for that! “So, Justin. Who exactly are we going to see behind door number one?”

A lawless grin would show them how much of a surprise this was going to be. “Please wait here while I announce you.”

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“By the gods, Xena! They’re here!”

“Gabrielle, hold on a minute, would ya? And just relax. Everything’s going to be just fine. Don’t worry.”

“That’s easy for you to say. I mean, are you going to tell them everything?”

“No, Gabrielle. Not all of it. It might frighten them more than they need be. For the time being, we’ll let Justin show them to the living room as planned.” She place her hand upon her lover’s shoulder, hoping to reassure her that everything would turn out okay. The strawberry blonde immediately relaxed as she put her arms around the waist of her stoic warrior princess. Feeling the tall woman embrace her, she kissed Xena on the neck, right where her vein was pulsing from the closeness of the two. Then, she pulled away slightly as she felt her fangs slightly protruding. Her warrior princess always had a way of bringing out these feelings in the smaller woman. The ancient one calmed herself as she always does while in Xena’s arms. The taller woman turned sideways, still holding on to her bard, and walked through the hallway to the living room. They went to sit on the sofa that faces the doors from where their guests would be walking through. It was also where Xena could watch everything coming and going from that room. They sat in anticipation, waiting for Justin to announce the arrival of their foreseen guests.

It had been quite some time, several hundred years since they had realized the ancient one’s descendant and her lover’s descendent would ever meet. It was destined to be this way or there would not be any further descendants to carry on the stories, or legacy that was still to follow.

Justin opened the door to the living room, peered in, seeing her mistresses sitting on the sofa. Her tall, dark mistress gave her a nod to proceed with showing their guests in. “My mistresses will see you, now.”

With that, they entered. First Janice, with a surprising look about her. “This can’t be real! Wha….what the hell is going on here!” The shock was beginning to take over her body as she felt her legs becoming jelly like. She held on to Mel’s hand knowing that her southern lover would soon faint, if she didn’t first.

As Mel entered, “Oh, my! Oh, my!” She took off her glasses, blowing on them and taking the corner of her jacket cleaning them. “Oh, my indeed!” With that she began to faint. Gabrielle and Xena both ran to their rescue as their guests started falling to the floor. Xena carried Mel, while Gabrielle and Justin carried Janice to the sofas. The blonde said to Justin in a soft voice, “get them some water. And plenty of it. They’re going to need it, from the looks of them.” Turning to her lover, “do you think this is too much for them right now?”

“I wouldn’t worry too much about that. I'm sure they’ll be alright, …once we explain everything to them.”

Their servant and chauffeur came back in record time with a pitcher of water with ice and two tall glasses. “I'm sorry it too so long. I figured ice would be good too.” After a brief pause, she continued, “I should have warned the tall one. Then again, maybe I should have warned the wee chit.”

After laying the women down, Xena strode over to Justin, placing her hand on the girl’s shoulder, “No. You did just fine in not telling them anything. It might have been harder for you to get them here if you mentioned anything about us. Besides, being out in the open would not have done anybody any good if someone might have been nearby listening, or waiting for all of you.”

Justin glanced up at the warrior, feeling reassured that she did good. Pleased with herself, she nodded, then strolled out of the living room towards the kitchen to prepare some food for everybody, most certain that they all should have something in their stomachs as they woke up.

I must have dreamed that I saw my own reflection. Am I going crazy? Maybe it’s just the heat out here that always seems to do it for me. Janice started to open her eyes. She blinked several times and shook her head. “Wha.. wha…. What’s going on here? And who in blazes are you?” Looking around for her lover, “and where’s Mel?” then saw her on the opposite sofa with what seemed to be a look-a-like. She looks just like Mel, yet, different. She couldn’t figure out why. Then she looked right in front of her, as if she were looking in a mirror or something. She jerked back, deeper into the sofa. “Y… y… you,… you look just like me, too,” she said in a soft voice, stunned at the revelations before her.

“It’s okay. You don’t need to fear us. As soon as Justin finishes making something for all of us to eat, we’ll sit down and discuss the present situation.” The ancient one had her hand on Janice’s shoulder, and squeezed to give her reassurance. Gabrielle felt her new friend relax. With that, both Gabrielle’s and Janice’s stomachs rumbled at the thought of food.

In her stoic stance, the warrior turned to them and gently put her hands on the ancient one’s shoulders, “I guess I'll have to remind Justin that there’s two of you with huge appetites.” Chuckling a little at the sounds emanating from the two blondes, she turned again and strode through the living room doors to the hall. Heading for kitchen, she paused. Something’s up. I can feel it in my bones. It must be Callisto. Hades! She growled low so as not to alarm the others.

In the kitchen, Justin was just washing the vegetables in the strainer. Everything else had already been done. The chicken soup was steaming and ready to serve. The bread was buttered with a small bit of butter and roasted whole garlic cloves. She tried not to squeeze the bread before placing it the oven. This way, after it’s been cooked, it would allow the juices flow through the entire loaf.

As servant, chauffeur, cook, and masseuse, she took it upon herself to make sure that one day her mistresses would grant her the wish of being with them throughout eternity. Them, the two most wisest, wonderful people that had ever walked the earth. She thought of how great she had been treated, considering her type of background.

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Cairo, Egypt, three years before the discovery of the Xena scrolls. She ran with all her might, tumbling as the strong winds made it hard for her to run steady. With sand and dirt in her mouth, her eyes that were bloodshot from not sleeping. Her muscles were crying from the pain of exhaustion. She couldn’t see any more in front of her, not even her own hand, yet, she felt strong hands and arms picking her up, two very strong arms. Justin felt this would be the end of her journey.

She had been looking to work for the gatekeeper of the ancient tombs of the pharaohs. The man was big, muscular, and ugly. When Justin went to apply for a job their, with practically no experience, except for the fact that she knew how to drive a car, a truck, and even maneuver an airplane, she was greeted with a smirk. “Hi. My name is Justin and I'm looking for work. I'll do anything.”

“Anything? Hmm. Well, let’s see. What can you do?” He was very tanned, sweaty and smelly from drinking something awful smelling. She could see that his big hands were very callused and strong.

She further explained that she was quick on her feet, good with her hands, and okay in the kitchen with simple meals and such. “Are you married? Have children? I only ask because I have an assignment for you and I need to know that you will be reliable and dependable. There must be no distractions while you work for me.”

“No.” as she bowed her head, sadness in her voice. “Not married, no children, and I am at your disposal.”

“Good. My name is Mushon. My brother, Makal, works with me. You’ll meet him soon enough. Can you start right away?”

She nodded a yes, not sure of what to expect, and gave him a small smile. She was swayed to the back of the medium sized office building on the first floor. He followed behind her as she walked into what seemed like a huge bedroom. She gasped as she saw what seemed to be Mushon’s brother. He was another huge man, with huge hands that seemed to be all over some blonde girl who was tied to the posts of this big bed. She was petite under this big man who still had his pants on. The girl was gagged but looked to see Justin walk in. Her dress was shredded exposing her breasts and belly. Makal was just about done ripping up the rest of the girl’s dress as Mushon and Justin walked in. The man on the bed, half over the bound girl, turned for a quick second to see them come in. He turned back to the girl on the bed. As he was pulling down his pants, he said, “good, another toy to play with. The war has been scaring too many pussies into hiding.” Makal starting grabbing the girl’s breasts with a fury and he stuck himself inside her. Her head jerked back as the pain was too much for her. Justin, frightened for the girl, and unsure of what Mushon would do, ran to the bed. With her hands extended, she somehow found the strength to push Makal off the girl and over the other side of the bed, making a big thud as he hit the floor.

Mushon went to grab Justin, but she saw this huge shiny sword leaning against the wall next to the bed. She swung it at Mushon, leaving him with a big gash across his fat belly. His guts began to slowly fall out as he fell forward on the floor. By this time, Makal was running around the bed to aid his brother. “You BITCH!! You’re going to pay for this.” He stood up to charge her, “and I'm going to fuck you all night and day.” In the horror of the words she heard him say, she swung the sword again, grazing him on the top of his head as he ducked to avoid the blow. He countered with his left fist to her stomach where she doubled over in pain. He quickly shot his right to her face. She flew back with the blow and hit her head on the wall where she slid to the floor unconscious.

She woke up smelling blood, her own. The bed was shaking, oh no! The earth is shaking! Or so she thought until she turned to see Makal on top of the girl whose tears streamed down her face, and both pairs of eyes were on Justin. She too was gagged and bound to the posts of the bed to even move a muscle. Justin started praying to whatever god would hear her to come to their rescue, but never did. As the huge man came, he took his penis out of the frazzled girl and let his nectar squirt over Justin. She looked down at herself to realize that she was now completely naked as he leaned over to spread his cum across her belly and breasts. As he grabbed her breasts with his left hand, she winced with the pain that shot throughout her chest. He climbed on top of her, one hand still on her breast and the other guiding his penis to her center. As he entered, she felt a pain she had never felt that ran through her whole body. As he fucked her, he brought his right hand back to the center of the other girl. He penetrated her with two fingers. She winced again as he put a third finger inside her already sensitive center. His thighs were underneath Justin’s knees, bringing them higher so he could push himself deeper into her. The tears were like a river flowing down her face, now. How are we ever going to get out of this. Maybe if I ran and got help? Maybe if…? She had to find some way to get him to let her go.

The girl was beginning to reach her climax. Makal got excited that she could cum after all he had just finished doing to her. It made him more excited that he pumped faster and harder into Justin. What shocked her was that she was cumming too.

After that, Justin asked if she could go to the bathroom, she needed to go and needed some time to think. “I promise, I won’t go anywhere.”

“Oh, but if you do decide to go run away or something, this little one will be dead, and it will be on your conscious. Go. I will wait for you right by the door.” He untied her, and dragged her by her arm to the bathroom. “and make it fast. I’m beginning to feel an urgency.” He licked her fast after he said that.

Now, what do I do? How can I get away knowing he would indeed kill that innocent, young girl. Oh, I know. I’ll run a bath. Tell him I’ll be out in a few minutes. She did just that, then slipped out the window. She didn’t know where she would go to, or what she would do, or if there would be somebody who would actually help her. Knowing what just happened, she saw some clothes that were on the floor just on the side of the building by some garbage. She took them, dressing as she ran with all her might. She ran and ran, not knowing if, by this time, Makal would now realize that she was gone. Figuring that he would rather chase her and worrying that Justin would inform the local police of his activities, the young blonde girl would be somewhat safe.

Next thing she remembered was being caught by Makal. Then, waking up and being tied to the bed again. “If you should feel the need to go to the bathroom again, I won’t be offended if you do it right here where you lay, bitch. Here, I do what I want, when I want. And if I feel like fucking her, then you, I will.” The young girl turned to looked at Justin, her eyes wide open. Makal was inside her, pumping in a desperate fury to reach his climax. His hand was on her neck. She was not breathing properly. He felt she was cumming, and that helped him in his quest for control.

He got off her, then climbed back onto Justin. He took Justin’s right breast and kneaded it, feeling her nipple harden between his thumb and forefinger. Meanwhile, he sucked hard on her left breast. Working his way down in a quick fury to relieve his urges, he slopped his tongue across her belly down to her spread legs, tracing her inner thighs. He let go of her breast, by this point, and brought his hand underneath her ass, squeezing it. He stuck his face at her center, wetting her with his saliva. Feeling that she was already wet, he slipped two of his longer fingers inside the sleekness of her sex. He pumped her with them, while sucking and licking her nub. He wanted her to cum again and again. No matter if it took all night. He would be satisfied by morning.

As he felt her tensing up, he brought his body over hers, ramming his penis in her, pumping faster and faster as he covered her mouth. He came with a force that almost took over his entire body. Justin lay there spent, tears streaming down her face, desires of killing this beast that had just done this to her and the young girl.

Then, the room started to fill with a light like she had never seen before. A woman appeared before the bed and said, “My, oh my! And you forgot to invite me for this little party. Didn’t you?” She was like an angel coming to her rescue, but her words sounded sarcastic and evil, The woman was tall, with short blonde hair, dressed in a white tunic. She pointed her finger at Makal where a bolt of lightening picked him up and tossed him across the room before he could even turn around to see who was speaking. She moved slowly towards Justin. Without touching either women, they were set free. The young girl had endured too much for her body to even move. Justin got up, gave thanks, and turned to the younger girl. She wrapped her arms around the young blonde and brought her up to her lap. The tears ran down her face onto the limp body of the youth. “Please.” She said softly. “Please! Talk to me! Say something.”

The other blonde sat on the bed, caressing Justin’s short, blonde hair, and whispered in her ear. “I think she’s dead.”

“NOOOOoooooo!!!!!!” She can’t be dead. She was crying before. She looked at me. “Please.” She sobbed, barely able to speak. “Please, Help her.”

“I'm sorry, I can’t help her now. Besides, she’s better off gone.” She gave a face of slight disappointment. “Oh, well. There’s still you.” The other blonde reached out to Justin’s face, caressing her cheek with the back of her long fingers. Justin closed her eyes as she felt herself drift off into darkness.

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(continued in Part 3)