Kinktober 2023 #14 - Betrayal/Shock

Content Warnings: BDSM Fantasy, non-consensual, F/f, lesdom, bondage, bondage slavery, chains, The Amazon Isles

“Sharon?!”

Mel could only stare in shock at the sight of her friend unbound and totally free while she was chained to a post. She couldn’t believe her eyes. It had been over a year since she last saw Sharon, when the two of them and their boyfriends were kidnapped right off a boat by raiders and taken to be slaves in the Amazon Isles. They quickly ended up sold to owners who lived on different islands. All four of them, not just Mel and Sharon. Mel saw Ricky every once in a while, his owner was a prominent merchant and he helped carry her palanquin, but Stew and Sharon were nowhere to be found. This was the first Mel had seen of Sharon in ages, and her mind came to a screeching halt.

Sharon wasn’t collared, chained, or tied up in any way. Mel’s brunette friend was walking around as freely as any Amazon woman or man. She wore Amazon clothes. Fatigues, combat boots, and a shirt that actually covered her chest. Her hair was in a practical ponytail.

Mel’s stola was far less practical. Her skirt barely reached mid thigh, and it was the breast band that kept her bare breasts out of sight instead of the stola’s fetchingly loose top half. The garment was designed to show off Mel herself, the expensive armbands and ankles brackets she wore, and the shiny chains that bound her wrists to the metal belt at her waist.

They were further attached to more chains that kept her ankles shackled together. There was enough of a length that Mel could walk, but not run. A leash connected her collar to a post outside the store designed to hold slaves while their owners shopped. Mel was the only slave there right then. It was pretty early in the morning, Mistress Lucinda liked to get her shopping done early.

Sharon had always been a few inches taller than Mel, and a bit more fit in comparison to Mel’s curvier figure. That was even more true now. Mel’s owner liked to keep her soft, and she could clearly see that Sharon had become downright muscular. Even buff. She wasn’t as tall as the average Amazon, but she didn’t look out of place in the small group of them she was standing with.

For her part, Sharon heard her exclamation. Mel saw a familiar grimace on her friend’s face as the taller woman looked over to her. Some of the Amazon faces on either side of Sharon looked to, wearing more surprised expressions.

“What the hell are you doing!?” Mel’s voice was shrill and loud. The small number of other people out this early were looking now, slaves and free women and men alike. Lucinda didn’t gag her very often, but if Mel attracted her attention from inside the store she was shopping in, it probably wouldn’t be very good for her.

Sharon was quietly saying something to her Amazon… companions? Owners? Guards? The correct answer was obvious, but Mel’s mind flatly refused to consider it. That was impossible. Completely, totally, utterly impossible.

Mel saw the group of free women nod at her friend, then remain still as Sharon crossed the street and headed straight for Mel.

“Uh, hey,” said Sharon as she approached. Her voice was low, and her fingers fidgeted in that way they did when she was nervous about something.

The average Amazon woman was around six feet tall. Sharon wasn’t quite that, she was five foot nine to Mel’s five foot six. But then and there she seemed to loom over Mel in the way most Amazon women did.

“Tell me what is going on!” Mel demanded, she wasn’t yelling anymore, but she wasn’t whispering either.

“I think the answer to that question is perfectly clear.”

It wasn’t Sharon who said that, but another voice Mel recognized. Now it was her turn to grimace as her Domina stepped out of the store, her attention undoubtedly drawn by Mel’s shrieking.

“Honestly, little dove. You shouldn’t be so surprised.” Domina Lucinda was a stern, stolid figure when out in public. She held herself with a rigid discipline that was clear to see even when most of her figure was obscured by her dress stola and the judge’s cape draped over her shoulders. Metal bracers, another symbol of her rank were visible and stood in bright contrast to her dark skin.

With one hand, Lucinda gently moved a dissolved strand of long blonde hair from Mel’s face, and with the other she took hold of Mel by the side and drew closer to her. These were intimate, possessive motions that made the shorter woman shiver in both fear and shameful, secret delight.

“Any woman taken in a raid may one day earn her freedom. How many have you personally seen me grant citizenship to?”

Lucinda frequently brought Mel with her to court. There she would kneel at her owner’s side, always in easy reach if her owner wished to touch her while making her judgements. Occasionally, those judgements involved granting freedom and citizenship to Amazon slaves.

“Four times, Domina,” Mel said in a quiet voice, her eyes now aimed at the ground.

“And now your friend has earned that same distinction. I presume you were captured in the same raid that brought my dove bird to me?”

Lucinda turned to Sharon as she addressed her, and Sharon seemed to draw herself a little taller in response.

“Yes, Ma’am. It was just over a year ago. We had taken a boat—“

“With your boyfriends, yes. One of them is also a slave on this island. Seeing him sent my poor slave into hysterics when she saw him for the first time. I’m sure you know how excitable she can be.”

Sharon’s eyes darted to meet Mel’s for an instant. “Yes, ma’am.”

Mel shifted in place.

For her part, Lucinda pretended she didn’t notice and nodded. “Tell me, who gave you citizenship?”

“Judge Esmona presided over my case.”

That surprised Lucinda. Mel couldn’t see her owner’s face, but she could feel her the abrupt way she almost stiffened at Sharon’s words. Then she squeezes Mel’s side.

“Congratulate your friend, little dove. She has earned herself a great honor, and Esmona does not grant that honor lightly. Especially not in such a short time.”

Mel couldn’t look at Sharon anymore. To her, that great honor was a betrayal, pure and simple. What happened to escaping this place and going home? She wanted to spit in her former friend’s face.

But she couldn’t disobey her Domina.

“Congratulations Sharon.”

“… thank you Mel.”

There was a lot of noise in that brief second of silence, and Mel couldn’t be sure what it was saying. Did Sharon regret what she had done, or just that Sharon found out about it? Did she think Mel was weak for not earning freedom herself? Or did she not like her new Amazon friends and a judge seeing her know a slave?

Mel looked up, and it was immediately obvious that Sharon wanted to say more.

But Lucinda wasn’t about to give her the chance.

“Well, I can see you and you friends are busy, and I don’t want to keep you.”

“I… yes ma’am. It was an honor to meet you. And it was nice to see you, Mel.”

She didn’t linger.

“And as for you,” Lucinda said when Sharon was on her way and out of earshot.

Mel gulped. “Yes, Domina?”

Lucinda’s stern eyes softened, but only a little. That was as much affection as she was willing to show in public. She saved most of it for the privacy of her own home and property.

“You should know better than to make a scene. No, don’t open your mouth, you are to remain silent for the rest of the day, unless you are directly asked a question. If I hear so much as a single syllable escape your lips, you will be gagged until evening. Am I understood?”

Mel nodded. Her wrist chains were short and taut enough that she wouldn’t even be able to reach any gag her owner stuck in her mouth.

“Good girl. Now I need to finish what I was doing in the store, and when I am done we will return home so I can properly discipline you.”

Mel again nodded, with greater vigor this time.

Lucinda seemed satisfied, but had one more thing to say before she returned to her business in the store.

“And don’t worry, little dove. I’m sure you’ll be seeing your friend again. I expect she’ll ask to buy you from me in the near future. And while I have no intention of selling you any time soon, I don’t think there will be any issue with allowing her to speak to you in a more appropriate setting than a public road.”

Mel’s eyes widened with almost as much shock as they had when she saw Sharon. “What?”

Lucinda turned back with a flat look.

The ball gag was affixed firmly in Mel’s mouth just a moment later.