King Xerxes handed Satrap Artemisia over to me to be added to his harem of 300 Greek girls. It was a day I had long anticipated. I had never forgotten the insolent way in which she had challenged my authority as Harem Mistress. She was the 1st Greek woman I had ever met who was anything but a slave.
This sadistic she-wolf suddenly found compassion in her icy heart, when she saw her fellow Greek girls serving their natural purpose. Perhaps it stirred a fear deep in her loins, that deep down she was no different from her sisters. She could hide her pale flesh behind her manly uniform. But underneath she was a born concubine.
I told her that Satrap or not, she had no authority over the Imperial harem. To make my point clear, I ensured that her little Lydian friend got an extra harsh whipping right in front of her eyes. This proved too much for the bitch and she raced forward, grabbing my whip in a flash, and slashing it across my face. I called on Xerxes to execute this haughty rebel immediately, but he only laughed.
"Should she fail in Greece, she shall be my present to you. She shall join my harem, and you will rule over her as her God."
I saw a momentary crack in Artemisia’s tough demeanor, as she winced at this statement. In her arrogance she was over-confident of victory. Nonetheless it was a reminder that behind all her power, she was still a woman underneath.
I did not get to enjoy Artemisia’s enslavement as much as I ought to have. Desperate to prove that she was more of a man, she had charged her fleet recklessly into the narrow straits of Salamis. Her behavior was even more outrageous when the tide turned to defeat. My brother was captaining the Trireme fighting at her side. In her desperation, she cruelly rammed her ship into her Persian allies. My brother was killed not by the Athenians, but by the cowardly cunt.
I trained her 1st in the fine art of erotic strip-dancing. I took great pleasure in seeing her strip off the last remnants of her chainmail. With it were the last scraps of her old life. She was now nothing more than a Persian concubine.
I had trained hundreds of Greek girls before, many came from proud aristocratic families. But there is no greater pleasure in the world than seeing a woman who had once commanded mighty fleets, ruled an entire province, sent men to their death on a whim, strip and dance like a cheap whore.
I could feel her burn with humiliation, as I complimented her form. What a shame her athletic grace had been wasted on the battlefield. All her intense physical training, would serve her much better in the harem. Her years of exercise had only made her body hotter for her Enemies to enjoy.
And yet that beautiful body of hers, still stank from her long sea journey. She had not had a chance to bathe since her ignominious defeat. I normally have my slaves wash the new arrivals. But in this case I saw to it myself. I loved lathering her soft breasts with soap. Feeling the femininity of her body, and yet all too aware of the Admiral she had once been. The murderer of my brother.
I whispered many cruel things in her ear as I bathed her. There was still feistyness in her. She began to argue back, when I told her that she would have to serve in place of the thousands of Greek slaves, we had expected from the conquest. She refused to accept that her new place in life would be crawling like a dog. Its hard to take her political offers and threats seriously when soap is dripping off her luscious breasts. It is remarkable she was ever taken seriously as a military leader, considering the soft secrets she hid underneath. She should never have been more than a harem plaything.
You were once a powerful Satarp and Admiral, I reminded her. You had men executed at the least hint of disobedience. I’m your Commander now, you serve under me. You will learn to follow and obey my orders. Your body is to valuable to waste, but don’t think this makes you safe, I warned her. I can make you suffer far, far, more than you would in a quick execution. For your own sanity you need to forget about your old days of honor and glory. Here they will not be your friends, they will be Furies who torment you endlessly. You will not survive such debasement if you remember you were once a Queen.