Kinktober 2022 #3 - Fight/Capture

Content Warnings: BDSM Fantasy, non-consensual, F/m, femdom, Amazons, bondage, wrestling, bondage slavery

“This is going to happen every time you lose a fight,” Sarena said to her newest slave.

The young man predictably glared up at her. A much less experienced free Amazon woman might have even been intimidated by it. Yes, Dustin was bound in a tight hogtie with a strand of rope strung through his teeth as a makeshift gag, but he was visibly muscular and as tall as most Amazons and had just fought an experienced wrestling trainer evenly before finally giving in.

It had been thrilling to watch Dustin fight and struggle against his slightly larger opponent. Anrella had her own history with the arena and was going somewhat easy on him, but the new slave had wrestled her with all his might as she wore him down and gradually bound his limbs together. Now Dustin’s muscles gleamed with the sweat of his exertions. In the arena rather than a training gym there would be sand and grim mixed in, lending even more to the feral image he was presenting. If he actually managed to get loose, he could be a real threat.

Sarena felt a sudden clarity that even she would have taken a step back and fought to hide her nerves in her younger years.

But those years were long gone. Sarena was no longer a fresh-faced young raider whose possessive mother never let her handle the household slaves. She was a powerful Matron, a retired raid-leader, and had plenty of experience handling her property. Streaks of gray steel ran through her otherwise dark hair. When her newest slave glared up at her she only met his gaze, unimpressed.

“That is not a threat, it is simply how the sport is done. The combatants enter the arena and fight until the loser is subdued, bound, and captured.” Sarena paused long enough to show Dustin an amused smirk. “Much like how you were captured in the first place.”

The young man actually growled at Sarena, like an animal. Sarena heard a stifled laugh from Anrella, the trainer and formerly free competitor she had hired to train the young man in the art of arena wrestling and combat.

This was a new experience for Sarena. She had always enjoyed the occasional visit to one of the arenas present on nearly every Amazon Island, had sponsored a few free citizens who wanted entry, and indeed had even met her husband for the first time at an combat event, but had never been overly interested in putting one of her own slaves there until very recently.

It was little more than a whim, really. A sudden desire to try her hand at an area of competition she had never taken part in before. She had gone to market the week after a recent raid and purchased one she thought might do well, spent a few weeks breaking him to life as an Amazon slave in her bedchamber and her dungeon, then hired Anrella to train the young man in wrestling and combat. The younger Amazon had a decent reputation as a trainer. Her students had done well in the past, though not spectacularly so.

The most successful slave fighters became celebrities to the Amazons. They were admired and beloved. Free citizens would be willing to pay to see them and pay handsomely to spend time with them (though in Dustin’s case Sarena had no intention of letting anyone outside her household touch her property), and some were known to even earn their freedom. Such as it was for a male in the Amazon Isles.

“If you can learn to win, young man, to subdue and capture your opponents just as Anrella here has done to you and the raider who first took you before her, I promise you will not regret it.”

All of these things had been explained to Dustin before Sarena brought him to this training gym today. The matron could see it all playing out in his mind, behind his eyes as she spoke. As his growling simmered down to a calmer glower.

Sarena didn’t have the experience to guess how good Dustin might be in the arena when his training was done. But she had a feeling she had picked him well.