Disclaimer: Callisto, Gabrielle and Xena are characters belonging to MCA/Universal and Renaissance Pictures and are being used without their permission. I am receiving no monetary compensation, but since I wrote this whole thing in one hour right after closing night of a play I was in, I will take a cappucino if anyone is buying. This story came to me in a dream and it's just a short little BD/SM piece that wanted me to write it. I'm not sure why. It takes place around the end of second season. If you are offended by same sex sex or BD/SM, I would not recommend reading this, but I know of plenty of other stories if you want to e-mail me. Hope someone likes it! All comments, questions and applause can be send to barddiva@xoommail.com. All flames can be sent to tartarus@yahoo.com. That said - I hope you enjoy it!
(I think this may be a step in the right direction to getting my muse back, badbard!)
A smack across her face brought Gabrielle further into coherency and the woman above her blinked into focus. "Callisto," she sighed.
"Do you know why you're here, Gab-ri-elle?" The other woman's voice was taunting, teasing, almost testing her.
"I have no idea, but when Xena finds out…" Gabrielle attempted to sit up and discovered her hands were bound behind her back and her feet were tied with coarse rope. She struggled for a moment, then fell back onto the dirt floor of the cave.
"That's the beauty of it," Callisto circled her like a lion playing with fresh meat. She prodded at Gabrielle's back with a booted foot. "Xena won't find out until it's too late. Until she can't bear to touch you again without seeing what I have done to you. Until her flesh crawls with maggots at the very idea of stroking your soft, perfect skin." As if to punctuate the words, Callisto knelt by her quarry's side and ran warm fingers from her chin and down her throat. Gabrielle jerked away.
Memories started returning to Gabrielle slowly. They were in a village and Xena had been called away on some rescue mission, as usual, leaving her traveling companion where she would be safe: in some half-rate inn on the edge of nowhere. Gabrielle entertained herself and others by reading some of her scrolls for a few dinars at the Inn and had been rewarded with praise and some free food as a bonus. She knew now that the food had to have been drugged and the message calling Xena away, a hoax.
"Oh she'll find out alright and she make you pay!" Gabrielle spat at Callisto and was disappointed to see that she missed her target. Callisto's face remained calm, no hint of the storm brewing within. Anger would have somehow reassured Gabrielle because it would have seemed normal. Callisto's placid look terrified her. There was no hint of sanity in those eyes. For the first time, Gabrielle did not feel at all safe.
Calmly. Callisto grabbed Gabrielle's brown skirt in her hands and ripped at it, tearing away a long strip. Without uttering a word, she took the fabric and wrapped it around Gabrielle's head. Pushing it roughly between Gabrielle's lips, she tied it tightly around the back, then let Gabrielle's head fall to the ground. Gabrielle tried to cry out, but the muffled words rang out in the silence of the room.
"You talk too much," Callisto practically purred into Gabrielle's ear, as she nibbled on the lobe. She blew air into the canal, chuckling with glee when Gabrielle pulled away from her. "What's the matter, pet?" She whispered, running her tongue down the young bard's neck.
Gabrielle tried to yell, but the words made no sense. Tears of anger sprang into her eyes and hatred boiled from deep inside her. She had never hated anyone half as much as she despised this evil woman, but the touches were arousing her. This angered her more than any violent acts Callisto could have committed against her. This could not happen. She had to fight her.
Callisto pulled a long, sharp knife from her boot and with two quick slices, cut Gabrielle's skirt and skirt from her body. Carefully, almost gently, she ran the knife from the bard's throat and down to the valley between her breasts, ending at her flat, firm stomach. Gabrielle winced as she arched to meet the knife, torn between pleasure, pain and deep mortification at her reaction. Afraid struggling would cause Callisto to plunge the blade into her abdomen, Gabrielle tried not to move at all. Goose pimples broke out over her skin from the cold mountain air and the early stages of arousal. To her deep chagrin, she saw her breasts grow taut and firm as Callisto stroked one, then the other with her dark pink tongue.
Gabrielle moaned, which delighted Callisto. She had found the Bard's weakness. Maybe the annoying blonde could be some fun after all. Callisto's intention had merely been to torture the sweet young thing, to leave her body bleeding and broken for Xena to find. Almost dead was preferable, so that Xena would have to face the agony of nursing her dear friend of mortal wounds no one could survive. Although Callisto had no idea what Xena saw in the useless sidekick, hurting her would make Xena suffer and that's all that mattered. Hurt. Pain. Suffering. Callisto thrived on such words. At night, as she stared at the dark and angry sky, as the stars laughed at her misfortune, Callisto would whisper those words. The sound of her voice was merely the crackle of fire on the wind and no one knew the mantra she spoke each evening. Hurt. Pain. Suffering. Xena. They were all words she knew in her soul.
Callisto continued to run her tongue across Gabrielle's breasts, delighting in their reaction. Soon, they were little hard nubs that Callisto could suck and bite. Her teeth clamped over one, then the other, gripping them, gnawing at them. There was a muffled cry from the bard, but she was not struggling, so it was no fun. Callisto stopped for a moment, her mind racing. She traced Gabrielle's body with her eyes, calculating ideas and compelling thoughts. There must be some things that would turn Gabrielle on and make her want Callisto's touch - vile things that would make her want to close up inside herself all the time she was delighting in it. Things that would make Gabrielle too ashamed to meet Xena's eyes again. That was real pain. The pain of betrayal.
With rough force, Callisto pushed Gabrielle away, turning her over onto her stomach. Gabrielle cried out in pain as Callisto dropped her to the hard ground, then grabbed the tied fabric behind her head and used it to jerk Gabrielle up to her knees, stretching her mouth painfully.
"How do you like it, Little Bard? Do you like it rough? Do you and Xena play warlord and slave at night under the trees where no one can see you? Does she make you beg for it?" Callisto taunted.
"NO!" Gabrielle tried to explain, "No never!" She shouted in her head. But she was unable to say the words aloud because she was gagged into silence. Unable to admit that the rough and strong Xena was gentle and loving. Unwilling to explain to Callisto the secrets Gabrielle held deep inside her. The fantasies she had of Xena reliving her warlord days with Gabrielle at her side, being forced to service her. Fantasies Xena would never allow and secrets Gabrielle could never speak.
It was as if Callisto could see inside her captive. She had learned to read her enemies over the years. To be the powerful warrior she was, she had to size up her opponent in one glance and find the weaknesses, be they mental or physical. Gabrielle was giving a good appearance of struggling, but she was begging for more. Callisto could give her more.
Eagerly, Callisto shed her leathers and tossed her boots at the front of the cavern entrance, signaling to her men that she was not to be disturbed. She knew they would snicker and make obscene gestures and comments when they saw the boots, but she would deal with them later. For now, she wanted solitude with her new play toy. As soon as they saw the sign, her men would get as far away as possible, knowing of Callisto's wrath if they saw or overheard anything. She would catch up with them down river tomorrow.
Once naked, her hard, perfectly muscled body glowing in the firelight, Callisto draped her body over Gabrielle's thrusting against her, pushing her knees into the ground. As her wiry blonde hairs brushed Gabrielle's ass- cheeks, Callisto fought the moan that crept into her throat. She had never known the bard had such a perfect, round bottom, so hard, yet also so soft. Callisto ground into her fiercely, feeling her own wetness trickle between Gabrielle's crack. When Gabrielle wriggled up to meet her, Callisto grinned wickedly, then jammed three fingers into Gabrielle's very wet hole. There was the unmistakable sound of Gabrielle groaning in pleasure. That would not do at all. Callisto arched the fingers of her other hand, like a mad cat, claws extended, and scraped them from Gabrielle's shoulders, down her back, drawing blood. Gabrielle jolted and tried to move away.
"That's more like it," Callisto growled. "Don't want you to enjoy this too much." With that, she repositioned her fingers just a bit, freeing her thumb enough to cram it into Gabrielle's puckered, tight anus. Gabrielle screamed out, whether in pain or joy, Callisto could not tell, but this spurred her on to thrust deeply into both of the bard's offices, pushing her own body against her hand. Once more, she traced Gabrielle's back with her nails, enjoying the jewel-like drops of blood that welled to the surface. Animalistic instinct took over as Callisto's thrusts took on a rhythm of their own. Gabrielle was alternating between trying to pull away and rocking along with Callisto's moves. Caught up in the moment, Callisto forgot how much she wanted to hurt her captive. Instead, she thought only about her own pleasure. She cried out, she screamed words in a forgotten language from her youth and a river gushed from her loins as she painted her pleasure all over Gabrielle's backside.
The moment of gratification was quickly forgotten as Callisto heard the bard moan beneath her. Gabrielle's body tightened up and then shook as a wave of passion swept over her. Just as Gabrielle was about to let loose, Callisto jerked her hand away and angrily smacked Gabrielle's ass cheeks.
"Don't you dare!" she bellowed. "Don't even think about it!"
Horrified, Callisto pushed Gabrielle over. Some time during the heat of the moment, Gabrielle's gag had come loose and she was free to speak again. But she did not say anything. Neither woman spoke for several minutes.
"It's alright," Gabrielle finally said quietly. "I've never felt like that before."
Callisto was stunned. "You enjoyed it?" She blanched, glaring pointedly at the lines of blood running down Gabrielle's back.
"I want more…" Gabrielle begged.
"More…" Callisto choked, sitting on the ground beside Gabrielle. This was not the way it was supposed to work.
"I want you to beat me with that whip of yours until I scream…Xena won't do it. She's weak that way. She can never give me what I really want…" Gabrielle caressed Callisto with her words.
"What do you want?" Callisto gasped, tracing Gabrielle's firm body with one finger.
"I want…" Gabrielle blushed. "I want to be the one with the whip. I want to take the whip and stripe her skin with it as I plunge my fingers deep inside her." Her voice lowered to a harsh mezzo, the words soaking into Callisto's body. "But she won't let me. She's afraid."
Callisto almost laughed, delighting in the picture of a trembling Xena afraid of a kitten like Gabrielle. Xena was too scared to relinquish any of her control, so obviously she was not as powerful as she pretended to be. Callisto was pleased with the picture this presented in her mind.
Callisto leaned closer to her prisoner, licking her lips. "I can give you what you want." She whispered. This was almost too perfect, the ultimate revenge. To take Gabrielle from Xena willingly. To hear Gabrielle tell Xena that she, Callisto, was the one who satisfied her. The humiliation to Xena would be greater than any other pain could be. It would be priceless. And the little bard would be quite a toy to have around for awhile, at least until Callisto got bored and had to slit her throat. She would just make sure it would be somewhere Xena was bound to find the body.
Gabrielle parted her lips and breathed heavily, her eyes misting over with unmistakable lust. "You would let me tie you up and run a thick, hard whip over your perfect body. You would let me do that?"
"I would let you have every one of your heart's desires," Callisto told her, as she untied the ropes from Gabrielle's wrists. Gabrielle was breathing heavily, so far gone into the idea of fulfilling her fantasy that she seemed unfocused as she trembled.
In just a few seconds, Callisto had untied Gabrielle and handed her the ropes. Callisto was wet with anticipation of what would come next. She submitted to the Bard, allowing her to bind her arms and feet, and moaning as Gabrielle ran strong fingers over her skin. She closed her eyes and leaned back as Gabrielle picked up the whip and gave it a practice snap at the ground.
"Now, Gabrielle," Callisto cried. There was a moment of silence. Callisto opened her eyes and stared at the naked woman standing before her, whip in hand. "Give it to me now. Be with me now and forever."
Gabrielle threw down the whip. "You wish." She said, as she turned and calmly walked away.
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