Not alone

Clarke could hardly believe the way she was treated. Now she stood naked before The Commander of the Twelve Tribes who sat on her throne. When she was discovered outside of Polis, she was captured and **** to stripped naked. The females in the group that had captured her took her clothes and divided them amongst themselves. They bound her wrists and made her march barefooted, and bare naked all the way back to Polis. "Why did you make me strip?" she had asked one of her captors. Her answer came from one of the women. "We were looking for a mark. You had no mark of any of the twelve tribes. You are an outsider. You are now considered a **** of Polis, outsider. The unmarked are considered slaves. We will take you to the Commander. She will decide your fate." She had decided to walk the rest of the way in silence until she stood before the Commander. Maybe she could reason with the Commander, whoever he or she was.

Clarke did not expect to see the fierce woman who sat upon the throne before her. She gazed into her eyes, and she felt a sudden longing she'd never known before. It was as if fate, for some reason, had brought them together. Not only was the woman before her fierce, she was also very beautiful. The woman stood up from her seat. She came closer to Clarke as she looked her over. "You are not of the twelve tribes" she spoke. "You bear no mark. Where do you come from, outsider?"

Clarke found herself mesmerized by the woman's beauty. She suddenly became ashamed of what she was feeling as she looked down, her face flushed with embarrassment. "I come from the sky" she finally answered, not knowing how else to respond. How do you explain to someone who looks so primitive where you came from, other than how she had just done?

The members of the hunting party that had captured Clarke, and all the other members of the twelve tribes who had gathered in the throne room gasped and mumbled in awe.

"You come from the sky?" the Commander asked. "How is that? Explain yourself, outsider." She grasped Clarke's chin, and lifted up her face. She stared into Clarke's eyes for what felt like forever to Clarke. "You have beautiful eyes" said the woman. She allowed her hands to stray down t Clarke's pubic mound. She felt its softness, and ran her fingers through Clarke's pubic hair. "You'll have to shave this off if I am to take you as my ****."

"****?" exclaimed Clarke. "I came here seeking help for my people. I didn't expect to be **** to strip, and treated like this."

"There are others like you?" the Commander inquired. "How many more?"

"There are a hundred of us. We are survivors of a great catastrophe that happened above this planet." Clarke wasn't sure if she did the right thing by telling the Commander this. It was too late to take it back now.

"You are all Skaikru?" The Commander looked at Clarke with renewed interest. She circled around her slowly, stopping to gaze at her bare ass. She licked her lips, then gently caressed Clarke's right ass cheek. "Very firm, yet soft and nicely shaped" she quietly whispered into Clarke's ear. She embraced Clarke from behind, and brought her hands up to cup Clarke's perky breasts. "Very nice" she whispered again. She toyed with Clarke's nipples for a few moments before releasing them. She pulled herself away, then gave Clarke a slap on the ass, which caused Clarke to jump. "I am Lexa, Commander of the twelve tribes. You will be my ****, my concubine. Tell me ****, what is your name?"

"Clarke" she gasped. "My name is Clarke. Please, I only came here seeking help. I beg you, don't do this Lexa."

Lexa was back in front of Clarke now. "I saw the way you looked at me. I know your heart. It beats with mine. Admit it. You want to be my ****."

Clarke had to admit she felt a strange attraction to Lexa. The way Lexa had fondled her created sparks inside her she could not deny. "Yes" she found herself saying, with some enthusiasm. "I want to be your ****!"