p o n e e t i s l a n d s
DOXIE KOOBINEEVA
THE UNTOLD STORY
The gala events the Monarchy held were usually spectacular and almost every notable citizen on the Poneet Islands would attend. Tonight’s event was no exception and King Dayeekee Koobineeva predicted this event would be the most spectacular.
“Are you certain you want to go through with this, Brother?” Doxie Koobineeva sat at her vanity in her undergarments smoking a cigarette. She blew a stream of smoke out of the side of her mouth.
“Doxie, I do wish you would quit this disgusting habit,” The King said. He walked to his Sister’s side and yanked the cigarette from her lips and extinguished it. “Mother would be appalled.”
Doxie chuckled. “As usual, you change the subject when we are speaking about you.” She stood and walked behind a dressing screen. “What does the Queen think of this?”
Dayeekee walked to his sister’s fireplace mantle. He stood with a very noble posture as if at attention. He reached out and held a small frame with a photo of his sister and him as children posing with their Mother.
“She knows it’s time.” Dayeekee set the frame down. “The family will have to adjust.”
Doxie appeared from behind the dressing screen. Her brother turned to see her. She was wearing an amazing dress that was understated and overly elegant at the same time.
Dayeekee smiled. “You look beautiful.”
“I have learned to dress myself,” she said with a wink. “No more ladies in waiting or extravagant do nothings of that sort.”
“Don’t be a fright,” the King said to his sister. “Do remember, this was your idea.”
“And a good idea,” Doxie answered quickly. “The Poneet people should direct their own lives without the Monarchy giving them some useless sense of pride. That time is long gone.” She sat at her vanity once more and reached for her shoes. She looked up at her brother. “I’m terrified to admit but I could use help with these dreadful things.”
Dayeekee laughed. He dropped to one knee and began to place her feet into boots. “Tell me,” he said. “What do you know of this Sadre Bahn De Beleedi?”
Doxie reached for a cigarette and ignored his question… for the moment.
“Please sister,” Dayeekee said. I implore you. Speak with me.” He continued placing her boots on her feet. “Is this happening?”
Doxie sighed. “It is. Within a few years, I believe the tobacco companies will have the farms.” She reached down and took the laces from her brother and laced up the boots herself.
“I don’t understand why you insist on wearing these infernal boots,” her brother said in disgust. He stood and started to pace.
“They make me feel good. But you’re changing the subject again,” Doxie said. She looked at her brother and saw that he had a severe look of concern on his face. She stood and walked to her brother’s side. “Don’t worry about me. This must be done and you must not be involved. Without a Monarchy, they have no control over you.” She turned to face him. “Do what you must. I will do what I must.”
The King turned to his sister. He sighed. "Do be careful."
They hugged. It was the fiercest hug the King had ever received from his sister.
•
Over the next few years, tobacco companies had come to the Poneet islands and had purchased all but a few of the farms. The Poneetians had to start importing food for basic consumption. The tobacco farms made some Poneetians very wealthy while others sat and watched. It took little time for the transformation to occur and within a few years the Poneet Islands had changed. With the farms and commerce changing, so went government control. Few saw it happening and no one could stop the takeover.
Outsiders where now in control and the tobacco business was the driving force behind every move the Poneet Government made. Some Poneetians felt abandoned by the Monarchy after King Dayeekee Koobineeva announced the abolition of the Koobineeva Monarchy that night at the last event hosted at the palace. The King and Queen did not oppose the tobacco companies nor did they stand in the way of Sadre Bahn De Beleedi and his cronies. Publicly they said nothing and overtly they did nothing.
Four years earlier, Doxie dressed for her brother’s last event. Now, she was dressed to do what she had to do. As the former King’s sister, she was allowed access to many government events. Eventually she was accepted at all tobacco gatherings and tonight she accompanied her recent love interest, Vodeevah Covare, Czar of Security for the Poneet Tobacco Company.
They entered the company event arm in arm. He was overly proud and dressed sharp. Doxie was one of the sexiest women on the Poneet Islands and her name carried stature. His stock had risen when they began their affair. He was no longer just a PTC employee. He was more. He was now flirting with celebrity.
“My, this rivals any bash my brother ever threw,” Doxie, commented.
Covare chuckled. "My dear. The Poneet Tobacco Company cannot be outdone."
Doxie smiled but somewhere at the end of her thrill she was disgusted.
The couple continued to make their way into the complex and indeed it was brilliant. Only the finest pieces were displayed for drinking and eating. Delicate lighting emitted soft, tranquil illumination. A small orchestra discretely played soft music off in a corner somewhere.
“Our board of directors likes to remain in good standing with De Beleedi. They know what he likes.” Covare smiled at Doxie.
“I’m sure,” Doxie said.
Covare didn’t notice, but there was disdain on Doxie’s face. The name De Beleedi made her cringe, but it was he who she needed to get to and it was Vodeevah Covare she would use to accomplish this infiltration.
The glamour of the night was in full swing and Doxie and Covare danced as if on air. The couple attracted all sorts of attention as they glided with the music. Covare grinned like a champion but deep down inside, he knew that it was Doxie Koobineeva who was responsible for the stares and whispering, for it was she who carried herself with extravagance, poise and rare beauty. But Covare didn’t mind. His colleagues were all licking their lips and he was the envy of them all. He held the attention of the most beautiful woman on Poneet. He was high on top of the world.
“May I cut in?”
Covare and Doxie stopped in mid-spin. Governor Sadre Bahn De Beleedi stood behind Covare as if he were prepared to mount a horse. He was dressed impeccably and expensively.
Covare bowed. “By all means, your honor.” He stepped away and gave his love to an older and more powerful man. Although his thinking was that his gracious gesture was good for his career, what he didn’t know at the time was that this night would be the last night with his love. It would be the end of his relationship with Doxie Koobineeva.
It was soon after the event that Doxie found that place in De Beleedi’s heart and fearing for his position; Covare bowed out and let his heart be broken for the good of the company. He was now the joke to his colleagues and he regressed into working long hours and staying out of the public eye. He would not forget how De Beleedi bested him. He would turn his anger and hurt into an opportunity. But it would take time. It was all that was left to him.
THE GOVERNOR'S MISTRESS
They were the power couple of the Poneet Islands. Sadre Bahn De Beleedi and Doxie Koobineeva. They were present at every official government event and every Poneet Tobacco Company event. Their love story was told and regaled in every periodical and many socialites and well-to-do types whispered about their affair. It was irony at its height: The former King’s Sister and the Governor of the Poneet Islands. A more tragic story could not be written.
As Doxie got closer and closer to the Governor, she found herself staying overnight at the Governor’s Mansion on occasion. She was such a part of the Governor’s daily life that she got her own security detail—this was her mistake.
Once she had gained this level of access she prepared herself for her plan of attack. Her brother Dayeekee, believed her only purpose in doing what she had done was to remain in the mansion to gather and pass along information to the growing opposition to the tobacco companies and the Sadre Bahn De Beleedi government. This was not the case.
The Governor and Doxie spent the night at home on a cool weekend. She said she wanted to be alone with him, so he gladly cancelled a planned engagement with a business group.
Doxie did everything to make De Beleedi feel relaxed and unguarded. She wore his favorite costume; black boots, black thigh high hose, long black gloves, a belt and a blue bow and not very much else. She made the smile on his face stretch from ear to ear.
He was naked and sprawled out on his large bed. She waited patiently and soon he was snoring lightly. Her disdain of being next to him surfaced and she reached for a long silver hairpin she’d hidden under the mattress days before just waiting for the right opportunity. And this was it. She planned to jab the gleaming hairpin into his heart and to repeat until he was dead.
Atop the bed, she raised to her knees and with both hands clasping the hairpin, she aimed it right at his chest. She felt no remorse. Her hatred of this man trumped any other emotion.
It was right at that moment that a security team busted into the Governor’s bedroom and leaped for Dixie’s plunging arms. They were able to tackle her off the bed and save the Governor’s life. De Beleedi was startled.
Koobineva kicked and screamed. “By what right do you attack me?” The security team tied her to a chair.
De Beleedi sat up and demanded an explanation from his chief security officer who had entered the room with his team.
“I, Sir, will explain,” said Emfir Davade, the Chief Security Officer for the Poneet islands. ”We received a tip that made us aware of a threat to the Governor’s life. Your life, Sir.”
“A tip? From whom?” De Beleedi asked.
Davade turned and nodded. At that moment Vodeevah Covare walked into the room. It was he who was there to do the explaining.
“Vodee?” Doxie was surprised to see him.
“Doxie.” Covare spoke simply.
“Why is this man here, Davade?” De Beleedi demanded an answer.
“I believe his explanation will answer all your questions,” Davade answered.
Doxie sat tied to the chair while Covare explained what he had been tracking for some time.
“Ms. Koobineeva has been communicating and conspiring with the Ludibrium.” Covare spoke with a note of revenge in his gleeful voice. “Her only plan was to kill you tonight, your honor.” He held the silver hairpin and twirled it so that it’d catch the light. “This was her weapon of choice. A violent stab through your heart and perhaps other places, and you would now be dead.”
De Beleedi sat in shock as he watched Doxie sit quietly defiant. Although he didn’t care for Covare, at the moment he was grateful for his life being saved. And slowly his anger became hate for Doxie as he further learned of her traitorous plan.
After Covare finished his case against Doxie, the Governor stood. He tightened the strap to the bathrobe he was now wearing and walked to Doxie. He stood before her and waited for her to claim her innocence. She did not.
He violently punched her, knocking her out completely.
THE HUMILIATION OF DOXIE KOOBINEEVA
One week later, after a speedy and dubious trial, Doxie was found guilty of conspiracy to assassinate a government official, which carried a life sentence. She was to be put to death during a public display of humiliation.
On the day of her execution, the Judge, Jury and other government officials, as well as the public, were present for the event. Many of the De Beleedi government loyalists were in the crowd and they were very pleased with the outcome of the trial. They would enjoy Doxie Koobineeva’s death because it would send a strong signal to other Ludibrium conspirators.
It would be Emfir Davade’s team that would carry out the execution. And as the crowd was revved up and ready to see death, Doxie was led up to a long platform. She was dressed in the exact attire she wore the night of her assassination attempt. The crowd was shocked. She was tied at both hands and then strung to a large pig. The crowd laughed at this.
A sign nearby was erected to identify Doxie Koobineva as, The Traitorous Witch.
Then she was blindfolded. The execution order was read officially and the pig was coaxed with some food into moving forward. Doxie moved forward as well. She stumbled a few times but continued forward. With many in the crowd yelling obscenities, she stoically continued until the pig moved over a covered pit, which fell in taking Doxie and the pig down. The crowd was surprised at this unexpected outcome.
Officials moved quickly to look down into the pit and view the results.
They would report that they saw and verified Doxie’s body pierced with several large wooden spikes, which were intentionally placed pointing upwards. The pig and Doxie were dead.
The crowd cheered.
But not all were happy this day. Within the crowd were members of the Ludibrium and this act and their anger would fuel their revenge.
“Are you certain you want to go through with this, Brother?” Doxie Koobineeva sat at her vanity in her undergarments smoking a cigarette. She blew a stream of smoke out of the side of her mouth.
“Doxie, I do wish you would quit this disgusting habit,” The King said. He walked to his Sister’s side and yanked the cigarette from her lips and extinguished it. “Mother would be appalled.”
Doxie chuckled. “As usual, you change the subject when we are speaking about you.” She stood and walked behind a dressing screen. “What does the Queen think of this?”
Dayeekee walked to his sister’s fireplace mantle. He stood with a very noble posture as if at attention. He reached out and held a small frame with a photo of his sister and him as children posing with their Mother.
“She knows it’s time.” Dayeekee set the frame down. “The family will have to adjust.”
Doxie appeared from behind the dressing screen. Her brother turned to see her. She was wearing an amazing dress that was understated and overly elegant at the same time.
Dayeekee smiled. “You look beautiful.”
“I have learned to dress myself,” she said with a wink. “No more ladies in waiting or extravagant do nothings of that sort.”
“Don’t be a fright,” the King said to his sister. “Do remember, this was your idea.”
“And a good idea,” Doxie answered quickly. “The Poneet people should direct their own lives without the Monarchy giving them some useless sense of pride. That time is long gone.” She sat at her vanity once more and reached for her shoes. She looked up at her brother. “I’m terrified to admit but I could use help with these dreadful things.”
Dayeekee laughed. He dropped to one knee and began to place her feet into boots. “Tell me,” he said. “What do you know of this Sadre Bahn De Beleedi?”
Doxie reached for a cigarette and ignored his question… for the moment.
“Please sister,” Dayeekee said. I implore you. Speak with me.” He continued placing her boots on her feet. “Is this happening?”
Doxie sighed. “It is. Within a few years, I believe the tobacco companies will have the farms.” She reached down and took the laces from her brother and laced up the boots herself.
“I don’t understand why you insist on wearing these infernal boots,” her brother said in disgust. He stood and started to pace.
“They make me feel good. But you’re changing the subject again,” Doxie said. She looked at her brother and saw that he had a severe look of concern on his face. She stood and walked to her brother’s side. “Don’t worry about me. This must be done and you must not be involved. Without a Monarchy, they have no control over you.” She turned to face him. “Do what you must. I will do what I must.”
The King turned to his sister. He sighed. "Do be careful."
They hugged. It was the fiercest hug the King had ever received from his sister.
•
Over the next few years, tobacco companies had come to the Poneet islands and had purchased all but a few of the farms. The Poneetians had to start importing food for basic consumption. The tobacco farms made some Poneetians very wealthy while others sat and watched. It took little time for the transformation to occur and within a few years the Poneet Islands had changed. With the farms and commerce changing, so went government control. Few saw it happening and no one could stop the takeover.
Outsiders where now in control and the tobacco business was the driving force behind every move the Poneet Government made. Some Poneetians felt abandoned by the Monarchy after King Dayeekee Koobineeva announced the abolition of the Koobineeva Monarchy that night at the last event hosted at the palace. The King and Queen did not oppose the tobacco companies nor did they stand in the way of Sadre Bahn De Beleedi and his cronies. Publicly they said nothing and overtly they did nothing.
Four years earlier, Doxie dressed for her brother’s last event. Now, she was dressed to do what she had to do. As the former King’s sister, she was allowed access to many government events. Eventually she was accepted at all tobacco gatherings and tonight she accompanied her recent love interest, Vodeevah Covare, Czar of Security for the Poneet Tobacco Company.
They entered the company event arm in arm. He was overly proud and dressed sharp. Doxie was one of the sexiest women on the Poneet Islands and her name carried stature. His stock had risen when they began their affair. He was no longer just a PTC employee. He was more. He was now flirting with celebrity.
“My, this rivals any bash my brother ever threw,” Doxie, commented.
Covare chuckled. "My dear. The Poneet Tobacco Company cannot be outdone."
Doxie smiled but somewhere at the end of her thrill she was disgusted.
The couple continued to make their way into the complex and indeed it was brilliant. Only the finest pieces were displayed for drinking and eating. Delicate lighting emitted soft, tranquil illumination. A small orchestra discretely played soft music off in a corner somewhere.
“Our board of directors likes to remain in good standing with De Beleedi. They know what he likes.” Covare smiled at Doxie.
“I’m sure,” Doxie said.
Covare didn’t notice, but there was disdain on Doxie’s face. The name De Beleedi made her cringe, but it was he who she needed to get to and it was Vodeevah Covare she would use to accomplish this infiltration.
The glamour of the night was in full swing and Doxie and Covare danced as if on air. The couple attracted all sorts of attention as they glided with the music. Covare grinned like a champion but deep down inside, he knew that it was Doxie Koobineeva who was responsible for the stares and whispering, for it was she who carried herself with extravagance, poise and rare beauty. But Covare didn’t mind. His colleagues were all licking their lips and he was the envy of them all. He held the attention of the most beautiful woman on Poneet. He was high on top of the world.
“May I cut in?”
Covare and Doxie stopped in mid-spin. Governor Sadre Bahn De Beleedi stood behind Covare as if he were prepared to mount a horse. He was dressed impeccably and expensively.
Covare bowed. “By all means, your honor.” He stepped away and gave his love to an older and more powerful man. Although his thinking was that his gracious gesture was good for his career, what he didn’t know at the time was that this night would be the last night with his love. It would be the end of his relationship with Doxie Koobineeva.
It was soon after the event that Doxie found that place in De Beleedi’s heart and fearing for his position; Covare bowed out and let his heart be broken for the good of the company. He was now the joke to his colleagues and he regressed into working long hours and staying out of the public eye. He would not forget how De Beleedi bested him. He would turn his anger and hurt into an opportunity. But it would take time. It was all that was left to him.
THE GOVERNOR'S MISTRESS
They were the power couple of the Poneet Islands. Sadre Bahn De Beleedi and Doxie Koobineeva. They were present at every official government event and every Poneet Tobacco Company event. Their love story was told and regaled in every periodical and many socialites and well-to-do types whispered about their affair. It was irony at its height: The former King’s Sister and the Governor of the Poneet Islands. A more tragic story could not be written.
As Doxie got closer and closer to the Governor, she found herself staying overnight at the Governor’s Mansion on occasion. She was such a part of the Governor’s daily life that she got her own security detail—this was her mistake.
Once she had gained this level of access she prepared herself for her plan of attack. Her brother Dayeekee, believed her only purpose in doing what she had done was to remain in the mansion to gather and pass along information to the growing opposition to the tobacco companies and the Sadre Bahn De Beleedi government. This was not the case.
The Governor and Doxie spent the night at home on a cool weekend. She said she wanted to be alone with him, so he gladly cancelled a planned engagement with a business group.
Doxie did everything to make De Beleedi feel relaxed and unguarded. She wore his favorite costume; black boots, black thigh high hose, long black gloves, a belt and a blue bow and not very much else. She made the smile on his face stretch from ear to ear.
He was naked and sprawled out on his large bed. She waited patiently and soon he was snoring lightly. Her disdain of being next to him surfaced and she reached for a long silver hairpin she’d hidden under the mattress days before just waiting for the right opportunity. And this was it. She planned to jab the gleaming hairpin into his heart and to repeat until he was dead.
Atop the bed, she raised to her knees and with both hands clasping the hairpin, she aimed it right at his chest. She felt no remorse. Her hatred of this man trumped any other emotion.
It was right at that moment that a security team busted into the Governor’s bedroom and leaped for Dixie’s plunging arms. They were able to tackle her off the bed and save the Governor’s life. De Beleedi was startled.
Koobineva kicked and screamed. “By what right do you attack me?” The security team tied her to a chair.
De Beleedi sat up and demanded an explanation from his chief security officer who had entered the room with his team.
“I, Sir, will explain,” said Emfir Davade, the Chief Security Officer for the Poneet islands. ”We received a tip that made us aware of a threat to the Governor’s life. Your life, Sir.”
“A tip? From whom?” De Beleedi asked.
Davade turned and nodded. At that moment Vodeevah Covare walked into the room. It was he who was there to do the explaining.
“Vodee?” Doxie was surprised to see him.
“Doxie.” Covare spoke simply.
“Why is this man here, Davade?” De Beleedi demanded an answer.
“I believe his explanation will answer all your questions,” Davade answered.
Doxie sat tied to the chair while Covare explained what he had been tracking for some time.
“Ms. Koobineeva has been communicating and conspiring with the Ludibrium.” Covare spoke with a note of revenge in his gleeful voice. “Her only plan was to kill you tonight, your honor.” He held the silver hairpin and twirled it so that it’d catch the light. “This was her weapon of choice. A violent stab through your heart and perhaps other places, and you would now be dead.”
De Beleedi sat in shock as he watched Doxie sit quietly defiant. Although he didn’t care for Covare, at the moment he was grateful for his life being saved. And slowly his anger became hate for Doxie as he further learned of her traitorous plan.
After Covare finished his case against Doxie, the Governor stood. He tightened the strap to the bathrobe he was now wearing and walked to Doxie. He stood before her and waited for her to claim her innocence. She did not.
He violently punched her, knocking her out completely.
THE HUMILIATION OF DOXIE KOOBINEEVA
One week later, after a speedy and dubious trial, Doxie was found guilty of conspiracy to assassinate a government official, which carried a life sentence. She was to be put to death during a public display of humiliation.
On the day of her execution, the Judge, Jury and other government officials, as well as the public, were present for the event. Many of the De Beleedi government loyalists were in the crowd and they were very pleased with the outcome of the trial. They would enjoy Doxie Koobineeva’s death because it would send a strong signal to other Ludibrium conspirators.
It would be Emfir Davade’s team that would carry out the execution. And as the crowd was revved up and ready to see death, Doxie was led up to a long platform. She was dressed in the exact attire she wore the night of her assassination attempt. The crowd was shocked. She was tied at both hands and then strung to a large pig. The crowd laughed at this.
A sign nearby was erected to identify Doxie Koobineva as, The Traitorous Witch.
Then she was blindfolded. The execution order was read officially and the pig was coaxed with some food into moving forward. Doxie moved forward as well. She stumbled a few times but continued forward. With many in the crowd yelling obscenities, she stoically continued until the pig moved over a covered pit, which fell in taking Doxie and the pig down. The crowd was surprised at this unexpected outcome.
Officials moved quickly to look down into the pit and view the results.
They would report that they saw and verified Doxie’s body pierced with several large wooden spikes, which were intentionally placed pointing upwards. The pig and Doxie were dead.
The crowd cheered.
But not all were happy this day. Within the crowd were members of the Ludibrium and this act and their anger would fuel their revenge.