Kinktober 2021 #11-15

Content Warnings: BDSM Fantasy, F/f, F/m, lesdom, femdom, non-consensual, consensual, bondage, mummification, Amazons, magic, latex, kidnapping, slavery, sex slave

The Amazon Isles

Fear/Prison 

At the edge of Caria’s home island of Aphrodine, far enough to be out of the way and too close to ignore, was a prison. It was not large. Shame and humiliation were the typical tools of Amazon justice. A thief would wear a sign of their crime, a misbehaved slave would be left out in the stocks for some time. The more serious crimes were punished with slavery, either a temporary sentence or a permanent one.

Still, some crimes warranted something else. Violent criminals had to be contained somewhere away from the rest of the populace. There were only a few prisons across the Amazon Isles, and one was in sight of Caria’s home.

Murderers weren’t kept there; they went to a place on one of the central Isles. The prison on Caria’s home housed the criminals that mistreated their own property, who abused their slaves.

There weren’t many. Slaves were slaves, after all. If they didn’t want to get caught, and used, and punished, and put in their proper place… well, then they should not have allowed themselves to be taken. Or else they should have done their outmost to earn their freedom and join Amazon society.  There were plenty of opportunities to do so, even for the male slaves.

But there were limits. Lines that no decent Amazon woman or man would cross. Those indecent enough to do so were found out and imprisoned there, on the outskirts of Caria’s home.

She hated looking at it. The familiar sight of the damnable place still filled her with a quiet fear. For every morning, one of the prisoners would be displayed. They were bound hand and foot into a person-sized cage and left to dangle above the prison’s door. A reminder and warning to good citizens not to cross the lines of decency with their property.

Sometimes children, who were not allowed to play with slaves until adulthood, would goad each other into walking over to look. The brave or stupid among them might even draw close enough to taunt the displayed prisoner, or even toss pebbles at them.

Caria never went. Her own aunt would sometimes hang there. She was afraid of those days, of the plain reminder of her past with Aunt Cordelia and how she had helped put her there. The mere thought of that day still made Caria shiver and make a promise to herself. Her first raid was soon, and she would never join her aunt in prison.

Desperation/Mummification 

Carium, whose twin sister Caria would soon be going on her first raid, had been sent to Lady Sarena’s household as soon as he turned eighteen and became a grown man in the eyes of Amazon society.

Lady Sarena was not a member of Carium’s family. Her home was not even on Aphrodine, the island he grew up on. Years ago, she had been Carium’s mother’s Raid-leader. The Lady’s former subordinate did her a great honor by sending her son to be fostered with her.

It was traditional for males to spend two years in such a household before being allowed to seek a new home for themselves. It was a Mistress-Guardian’s duty was to instruct their male charges on the proper place of a free man on the Isles.

Some men even chose to remain with their teachers, though Carium would not be among them. Even if he wanted to join Sarena’s household permanently, she held to the traditions. The Lady’s duty was to transition her charge to adult life, not to keep him for herself.

Thankfully, she was also more progressive than those who believed a proper man should always be docile and deferential. Carium had thrived in her household and learned a great deal in his time here. His mother had hardly neglected his education growing up, but there were many things to learn in a home that did not include members of one’s family.

“Are you feeling well?” Sarena asked. Carium could no longer see her, his vision was covered by the wrappings that held the rest of his body, but he could imagine her well enough. His Mistress-Guardian was a Matron of some years. Flecks of steel that matched her unbending will were starting to sneak into her otherwise dark hair. Today she wore a loose toga, exposing much of her enviable physique. Her expression would be stern, but with kindness as much as hunger in her eyes.

She enjoyed him, Carium knew that. A more selfish Lady might try to keep a charge they enjoyed. It would be easy if they had the mother’s permission. Carium knew of more than one woman who thought so little of men that they might even sell their sons to their peers at this stage of their life, though it was thankfully a rare occurrence these days.

Carium felt a firm, yet gentle hand grip his private parts. They were one of the only two parts of his body still exposed to air, and he moaned at a touch on the verge of granting him pain.

“I asked you a question, young man. Answer it.”

Still moaning, Carium nodded his head. He did feel well. Sarena had wrapped him head to foot in tight bandages, leaving only his nose free so he could breathe and his privates for her to toy with.

Teaching an adult male how to please and be pleasing to their future partners was a vital duty of a Mistress-Guardian.

“Good. Now, it has been two weeks since I last allowed you release. Unless you snuck away long enough to grant it to yourself?”

Carium shook his head rapidly back and forth. No, he had been obedient. He was desperate for his long drought of pleasure to end, but he had not disobeyed Sarena.

“Good.” Her grip lessened into something lighter. Carium moaned all over again when he felt the good Lady begin to pet and stroke his privates, ever so gently. It was all Carium could do not to buck his hips.

“In the future your wife—” she always said wife, showing confidence that Carium would have no trouble finding one when some other men were not so lucky, “—may choose to keep you from release for months at a time. Two weeks is nothing, young man, I can assure you of that. But it’s a start. And as a reward for handling yourself so well, I’m giving you a chance to bring those two weeks to an end. How does that sound?”

Carium, desperate for release, nodded with enthusiasm.

“Excellent,” she was smiling. Carium didn’t need to see to know that. Her strokes grew more intense and frequent. “Still, you’ll have to do some of the work yourself. I can’t be expected to do all of it for you.”

Carium understood and began bucking his hips and thrusting into Lady Sarena’s grip.

He heard her laugh lightly, almost giggle, and smiled himself. Today would be a good day.

Paranormal/Latex

“I can’t believe you got some latex so fast.”

Paelia giggled. “I was curious. You described the material so well that I just had to see you in it. And you said you wanted to have some, did you not?”

Sarah, the lovely woman Paelia had taken several raids ago—she was slim, with lovely dark-brown hair and matching eyes—looked around nervously. Seeing the beautiful slave look so bashful when her entire body screamed sex was adorable.

The black latex bodysuit Paelia procured now covered Sarah’s entire body, head to toe. There was a hood to go along with the suit and gloves, but Paelia didn’t want her slave to cover up her fine hair. This was enough. Paelia loved to see the tight material hug the body of her property so completely, defining every inch of Sarah perfectly.

“Yeah, but you had never heard of it, so I figured there wasn’t any on the island.”

“There wasn’t.”

Sarah paused, blinking. “What?”

Paelia kept her eyes firmly on the slave’s body, still taking it in. Somehow it seemed incomplete to her. As if there should be something more… Of course!

“That’s right,” she said while she went back to her closet. “I had to take a pathway to one of our suppliers out beyond the Isles. Fortunately, he had plenty I could buy outright. Here, put this on,” she handed Sarah a simple slave-dress.

Sarah was quiet as she put on the simple dress of white cloth. Paelia could see she was right as it fell onto the slave’s body. Something about seeing such ordinary clothing on top of the sexy latex delighted her. She gave Sarah a pair of sandals next, without the heels non-Amazon women wore to make themselves tall like Amazons.

“So you… opened a portal just to buy some latex?” Sarah’s voice was stunned.

“Hmm? Yes, what of it? It’s a preset destination, all I had to do was get permission to use it in the allotted hours.”

“I… I guess what’s paranormal to me is normal to you.”

Paelia thought about it. She realized it would be strange for someone from beyond the Isles to see portals used so casually. But it didn’t strike her as very important, so she only shrugged.

“I suppose. But that’s not important right now. Come here, slave. I want to feel you while you’re in that. I think you’re going to be wearing a lot of it in the future.”

Cornered/Nurse

“There you are! I’ve been looking everywhere for you, Enkra!”

Enkra scoffed. She was just a few weeks shy of leaving her mother’s house to start her own household. That was what happened when an Amazon turned twenty. Women started their homes, men started looking for one to join. But until then her mother’s word was law, and that law said Enkra had to listen to her nurse.

The woman cornering her had been bought by Enkra’s mother a decade ago, when Enkra was a child. Her name was Beth. She was tall, for a woman from beyond the Isles. Still shorter than the average Amazon woman, but not by much. She was only meant to be a pleasure slave, but she had been a nurse in a hospital before she was captured, and it wasn’t long before Ekra’s mother started putting her to her skills to use. Beth cared for anyone who got sick, helped people deal with injuries, and generally did all kinds of work like that.

It was a job that came with some measure of authority, and Beth had no issue using that authority to boss people around. Other slaves, free men, Enkra. Everyone! Enkra even heard her using harsh tones with her lady mother!

Beth knew what she was doing. Everyone knew that. But Enkra was never going to let one of her slaves speak to her like she’d heard Beth speak to her mother. It just wasn’t right!

“Come on now, Enkra.” Beth’s hands were firmly on her hips, her gaze annoyed. Your ankle’s not done healing yet. You need to stop putting weight on it.”

Enkra rolled her eyes, pointedly ignoring the slight soreness that was still bugging her ankle. “I told you, it’s fine!”

Beth’s gaze narrowed. “It’ll be fine in another week. For now you stay off it. Now am I going to have to go get your mother, or are you going to act like an adult?”

Enkra, nearly twenty and ready to begin her own household, stuck out her tongue at the older woman.

But she did go and lie down like her nurse told her to.

Water/Tentacle 

There are many strange stories to be heard on the Amazon Isles. Witches lurking on the outskirts of town, hints of Powers lost to time washing up ashore, treasure hidden in caves, the lingering ghosts of long-ended wars. And of course, monsters.

You never know what you might find when wandering the Isles.

One of the outer Isles, near Aphrodine but too small for a village to take root, is a body of water. Too big to be a pond, too small to be a lake. The water there is said to be home to a strange creature.

No story claims to have seen the entire thing. Some call it convenient that only a tentacle or two, something easily mistaken for a log or fish slipping out for a moment, leaves the water at any given time. Others lean in over the hearth fire, wishing to hear more.

The storyteller nods and grins knowingly as they tell tales of wanderers coming too close to the water’s edge, where they’re snatched up and dragged underneath. Nobody knows what goes on beneath the surface, they say. Are they eaten? Perhaps. Are they made slaves of whatever creatures dwell within? Perhaps.

Everyone has heard stories of the undersea realms, after all. How the creatures there raid the Amazon Isles for slaves just as the Amazons raid the world beyond. No one can name anyone who was ever captured, but the stories persist. And who is to say that the water on that lonely Isle does not contain a trap or monster waiting to drag you beneath with its tentacles?

If you want to find out, the storytellers say, you’ll have to go out to the Isle yourself…