The following is a bit of alternative fiction based on certain characters from the Xenaverse. It is not meant to infringe on anyone else's rights. If you don't agree or disapprove, please go read something else.
Xex Alert: Oh Boy Is There. .This is a Prurient Piece with a Bit of Kink (If you hear the crack of the whip then you'll be in the neighborhood) Proceed at your own risk. :)
The story was very simple actually. Gabrielle had met Shasta on the off chance.
They got to talking and realized that they had something in common. Then Gabrielle started discussing her plans. Shasta, dark brown eyes glistening in the light, had listened, without commenting, right up until she'd said, "I could go as a slave. . ."
He had laughed outright. "You? You'd never be able to manage it, not where Xena is concerned."
Of course, Gabrielle had been offended. She was a bard after all, and acting a part was a bardly thing. He'd grabbed her hands in both of his, gave her an intense look and said, "Don't move." She'd promptly yanked her hands out of his and he had leaned back and folded his arms smugly, "Point made."
That was what started it. The bard never could resist a challenge. She was also terribly persistent. She'd never quite got to the point of begging, but all her reasons were heartfelt and she wouldn't shut up. Finally Shasta took the bard to meet his dusky wife.
Shasta, for his part, remained suspicious of Gabrielle right up till she accepted the needle. She seemed nice enough, but assassins came in pretty packages sometimes. He had been fully prepared to end her life and would have, save for the way her voice spoke to his own longing. (Gabrielle was amazed at how close she'd come to dying without suspecting it. Rachis and Shasta had been so smooth that she'd never even thought they might be trying to protect Xena. She'd found out about the poison tip as part of her lessons. She was indeed a pretty package. She didn't anticipate ever needing any of those skills, but one never knew and one didn't always have to deal death, did they. . . .)
When they realized that she loved Xena (and this statement brought on a flush to Gabrielle's skin that told the Goddess that the smooth warm rock beneath the bard had just been flooded) they couldn't do enough to help her. They'd not even given her a chance to tell anyone where or what she was doing and had whisked her away to their home. The Amazons had tracked them down and were preparing to wage a full out "Save the Queen" maneuver, when she'd spotted one of them in the trees and had called them down.
It had taken the full day to convince the Amazons that this was all part of a plan to save Xena, that Gabrielle was, in fact, quite all right and that the powerful man and curly haired wife were helping her. Then she'd sent the Amazons away, with note to her Regent. She would be ready in three to four weeks and come to meet them.
It had been a tough love experience. Rachis, Shasta and Gabrielle discussed the necessity of deep immersion into the role and she agreed, though they did make some adjustments (though Gabrielle didn't know it until much later when she'd asked if all slaves had it so good. She'd known they didn't, but was trying to make a point. Which the couple gently ignored. There were some things the bard simply didn't need to know. They were making life hard enough for her. She didn't need the worst, for Xena never was that type, at least not as far as *Her* slaves were concerned. Though that didn't mean she hadn't treated them roughly from time to time. . .) They had also introduced her to the concept of the safe word. She could get out, any time. For some reason that made her feel better and she found herself falling into the role more deeply than she expected. (And Shasta had to admit, later, much later, that Gabrielle was indeed a very capable slave.)
They had several goals. First to toughen Gabrielle up, to soften her up, to teach her Everything they knew about Xena's wants and needs, to teach her Everything she would need to know as Xena's favored and to make it all very very convincing. Why? Because they didn't really know the state of mind Xena was in, so they prepared for everything or tried to. They acted as if Gabrielle would be meeting the real Warlord for the first time, but had to act as if she'd known the Warlord for forever. There were too many details, too many events, for her to go into all of them. There were so many that stood out in her mind that the telling would take too long.
It was like she'd found another set of parents, except sexier and less threatening (depending on one's viewpoint. . again, it was the ability to say no that empowered and made it so she hardly ever used the word). They'd never really shamed her. That surprised her. There were no terrible names used, any cuffing she received were ones that she asked for (literally) or were a direct result of the training and were never given without cause, ever. They did make her "do" a lot. They were terribly demanding, forever prodding and pushing her past what she thought were her limits. She put on muscle (something she did pretty easily anyway). She carried, lifted, pushed, moved, cleaned, walked, shoved, scrubbed, loved, (and that brought a different kind of flush to her body, not a Xena flush, but nigh unto it. The Goddess thought to herself, "Well. That explains something doesn't it. . .), hurled, disobeyed (to test the boundaries), knifed, fought, slipped, clipped, ducked, dressed, bathed, spilled, mopped up, elocuted, danced, whipped, spanked, shouted, screamed, begged, bucked, shrugged, learned it all and surrendered, at the last, to the deepest, most hidden parts of herself.
She remembered the first taste of leather very clearly.
She'd not known what to expect. She'd seen the way Rachis had reacted, when Shasta had loved her with his long leather arm. Gabrielle had quite disbelieved it, firmly convinced that a whipping could only be painful. They discussed it for days, talking about the nature of pain, about controlling it, experiencing it, surrendering to it, about a kind of drug like high that could come from it. They talked about pleasure too, discussing and demonstrating how different sensations brought different levels of pleasure, not to mention timing. There were ways to control pleasure too. At one point, Rachis surprising her by catching and holding onto Gabrielle's nipple and not letting go, but slowly squeezing and building pressure until the bard cried out. She'd surprised both herself and Rachis, when the woman had let go, by grabbing that hand and attaching it to her other nipple. It had caused her to blush furiously, but it told her what she needed to know.
They'd tied her, binding her to the post so her arms were stretched out and her feet touching the ground securely, describing and demonstrating each move they were making, because that was part of the learning process. They gave her the word again and she was told to breathe and loosen up. Rachis had stayed near Gabrielle, a hand on her belly, trusting Shasta not to lose control of his tool. There had been a gentle squeeze just before the first tap against the red head's back.
It stung.
In fact, she teared up and had shouted in surprise, then she'd felt the next one and the next and each one . .felt. .different and Rachis had touched her, gently stroking, soothing as Gabrielle had panted out her shocked desire for more and they had denied her (which had caused frustrated tears of another sort). She had NO idea that she would like how it made her feel and even less of one about how the afterwards would make her feel. Later, they'd let her try again, and then, later they let her try a different item (something called a cat, and boy if she wasn't looking forward to that one with Xena, but she kept forgetting to ask. .there were so many other things to explore) sampling and deciding for herself what she liked, comparing what felt good and what felt gorgeous.
And all of this had been for Xena (Gabrielle moaned her lover's name, her body arcing to meet an unseen hand, her own hands sloping down her belly which was slick with a kind of sweat) until it was suddenly just for herself. Because she learned to love it, truly love where she was, just as she'd loved walking with the warrior (oh gods, Xena!) and bitching at her and being independent. Gabrielle's experience hadn't taken away from her independence (or her need to express herself or even that argumentative side) at all. In fact, the sense of power in herself had increased, and she felt more confident about holding her own (and had done so quite effectively on the road to the Nation. There were those who were simply too stupid to recognize an Amazon when they saw one) because she felt closer to herself than she'd ever been before.
When she'd finally felt Xena's touch. . .(she came in one tremendous gasping shudder, which tremored into several smaller orgasms. And there was one startled Aphrodite. The passion this one felt was deep indeed). . it was as if a part of herself had fallen into place. The feel and touch and expression of her lover had been uniquely satisfying to the bard's soul. Gabrielle's surrender had been total, more complete than anything she could describe. She was unafraid to go where her Xena took her, because the red head knew she was absolutely loved and treasured. And yes, she'd liked how she felt with Rachis and Shasta, but with Xena she gloried in it. (Gabrielle felt the burn cycling up again as visions of her warrior lover filtered through her mind.)
She'd been relieved that she didn't have to save the world from the old Xena returned. Gabrielle's resolve to convert her love back to good, or die trying, had been firm, but she had been so grateful that it was her Xena that she'd found and not the stranger that Rachis and Shasta had described. Not that she would have loved the stranger any less, her tutors had told her so many stories (though she knew they hadn't told her everything, that was what made that dinner so fascinating. .was there ever enough time to say Everything that was of interest?) she'd felt like she'd known the Xena of the past (somewhat). But, there were so many things that could have gone wrong. Gabrielle had lucked out and she knew it.
And now there was this. The bard's hands paused at their newest location and her breathing became ragged with hidden tears. The seer's words came pouring out of her mouth and she turned to look at the Goddess. "What am I gonna do Aphrodite? What am I going to do?"
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