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Born Of Sin
by Tomacbeth

An original Xena story by tomacbeth for flexula

Rating:  NC-17

PART I

Xena had spent most of the night searching for Gabrielle.  The mountain path was too steep and treacherous for Argo, so she had left him in the village.  The fire burning within her heart was intense.  If Gabrielle had been harmed, there would be Hades to pay.  She was more troubled by who might be responsible for the abduction.  All the barkeep at the tavern had told her was that Gabrielle had quickly run after another woman, one whom had been just leaving the tavern by a side door. Who this mystery woman was a question torturing Xena.  She had so many enemies, and if one of them had chosen to get back at Xena through Gabrielle… It did not bode well for her little bard.  Gabrielle was the best, purest love Xena had ever known…her soul mate and destiny.  And she was not ready to give that up yet. She still remembered the softness of her hair as it lay on top of her chest the night before.  They had spent hours in each other’s arms, exploring each other, and caressing…. And now someone was trying to take that away from her.  Suddenly, she smelled smoke.  A campfire?  Using her warrior skills she stealthily made her way towards the scent of the burning wood.  Presently she came upon a cave entrance; wisps of smoke coming forth from its dark mouth.  It was a trap of course, but something drew her to the mouth of the cave, the feeling that her love was in there.  Drawing her sword, she entered.

The cave was actually a tunnel, possibly an abandoned mine.  The tunnel led down, dark and twisting, the infrequent torches giving small comfort of light.  Xena moved cautiously, panther-like through the darkness.  Coming upon a fork in the tunnel, she had to decide which tunnel to take…left or right?  A faint cry, echoing from the tunnel on her right decided the issue. 

The tunnel widened after a hundred paces.  Xena stopped short at the sight in front of her.  A large stake had been placed in the ground ahead of her, a good head taller than the warrior princess.  There, bound and gagged was her beloved Gabrielle.  She was struggling against her bonds, as a very large and lethal looking serpent was making its way up her helpless body.  The coils were squeezing the life out of her companion. With her great war cry, Xena somersaulted, heedless of the possible danger, and landed next to Gabrielle.  The serpent, its coils just inches from Gabrielle’s neck, turned its hissing fury on Xena. With a single slice of her sword, Xena severed the snake’s head.  Prying the still convulsing serpentine body off of Gabrielle, she threw it as far from her as she could.  With another sword swipe, Gabrielle’s ropes were cut and her love collapsed onto the cold stone floor.  Xena caught her, and gently cradled her head, removing the crude gag from her lips. 

Gabrielle looked up into her Xena’s eyes, and whispered; “I knew you would come… I knew it”.

Xena tried to soothe her friend; “Gabrielle. It’s all right I’m here.  Who did this to you?”

With tears streaming down her face, Gabrielle answered; ‘It was…Callisto… Oh Xena, It’s a trap… A trap for you”.

“Don’t worry, Gabrielle.,” said Xena; “I can take care of her” And deep within Xena vowed a terrible revenge on the warrior-now goddess.  Xena stroked Gabrielle’s face, and lovingly kissed her.  Gabrielle responded, drawing the warrior princess into a deep passionate heat, which seemed to flood Xena’s veins.  Then, a sharp pain in her shoulder… Xena turned… a tiny dart was sticking there, the poison on it’s tip already causing Xena to feel weak and dizzy…. There at the edge of her blurring sight, she saw the demon smile of the blond, leather clad psycho that she herself had help to create…. Callisto.  Laughing, like a child with a new toy, only this toy was a blowgun.  Xena turned to Gabrielle, and tried to push her away to safety.

“Run Gabrielle…. Run” Xena cried, the words slurred and halting.

But the tears in Gabrielle’s eyes had turned to merriment, and the gentle lips were now drawn into a wicked grin.  “I told you it was a trap.” said Gabrielle.

And as the light faded from her vision, Xena realized the true nature of the trap, and whom she had just rescued.  And as she lost awareness, one word escaped her lips.  A word that was an accusation, a cry of despair, and recognition all rolled into one;

“HOPE”.

Xena woke, confused and disoriented. The world was topsy- turvy, or rather she was. Upended and suspended, she was hanging by her legs, naked and secured by chains and rope to a rafter in some dark, dank cell.  A rope dropped from the rafter, stretching down toward her crotch, the course fiber abrasive against her exposed sex.  The rope then wrapped tightly around her thighs, hips, and ass, so that her weight was evenly distributed between her ankles and the crotch rope.  Leather manacles to ropes, which also bisected the crotch rope, secured her wrists; her upper arms cruelly pinned likewise by a rope behind her back. Another series of ropes ran across her full breasts, pinning them apart.  Last of all a ball of leather was secured and bound into her mouth, stifling all protests. She was only about a foot from the floor, her long black hair touching the stone.  At the edge of her vision was a glowing fire-pit with some very nasty looking torture implements. A large fire was burning behind her, the heat very obvious on her backside.  She watched as her bound and suspended shadow danced on the wall in front of her.   After taking stock of her situation, and making the requisite test of her bounds, she realized there was no escape.  All she could do was hang there helplessly, and await the arrival of her captors. She was not long in waiting.  After a few moments, the black leather clad form of Callisto enter, followed by the smaller, but equally attired Hope.  Seeing the lithe body, so much like her lover, its form accentuated by the leather bra, and slit skirt, aroused something deep and dark within the warrior princess.  But then her gaze met those of her two captors.  They were eyeing her as two cat’s eye a helpless cornered mouse.  Xena began to feel the first pangs of true fear.  Against one or the other she had always triumphed… but now.. If they had indeed joined forces, she was not sure the outcome would be the same.

“Ah, my dear Xena…” began Callisto;” I have waited so very long for this.  Ever since you trapped me in that river of lava… You  know Xena, there’s a misconception about being a goddess.  Mortals believe that gods do not feel pain. But they’re wrong.  Even a god can feel molten lava burning its flesh… It just keeps replenishing itself. Think of it Xena.  All those months in searing paining over and over.  And every moment of it was spent with thoughts of you someday in just such a position. So that I could make you feel a fraction of the pain and agony I endured.  A fraction that you, being just a mere mortal, will not have any “Hope” of surviving”

Callisto laughed at her little pun, and watched as Hope knelt down to Xena.  She grasped the raven tresses and jerked Xena’s gaze painfully toward her own.

“Xena…You bade my mother kill me.” Even the voice was Gabrielle’s, darker, with much pain interlaced. “Do you know what that feels like?  To have the one person in the world that cared for you, turn their back on you? You think you might…. Your poor dear son, Solan?  No, Xena. The pain, the horror of what you felt at Solan’s easy death, is nothing compared to what we have waiting for you now.”

Xena looked into those eyes.  The eyes that so resembled those of her Gabrielle.  But where Gabrielle’s eyes held love, devotion, and purpose, the eyes of Hope held only darkness, hatred, and a malicious glee. Then Hope pulled Xena by her forward, until her lips could touch Xena’s cheek.  She planted a kiss on her face, and then whispered gently in her ear; “And what’s best of all…You will never come between me and my mother again”. Hope hissed these words into her ear as she turned the warrior princess’s head painfully to the left as far it would go.  Xena felt as if Hope was going to try and snap her neck, right then and there.  But instead, something much more horrible was Hope’s intention.  Xena gazed at the figure Hope was pointing her face at.  A figure was trapped inside a egg like gelatinous mass, a sac quite like the adult Hope sprang forth from.  And the face scream silently inside the goo was that of her beloved Gabrielle.

“My mother..” said Hope; “..Is going through some changes right now.  She will be …. Born again, so to speak. Born free of the confinements of morality and purity.”

Callisto spoke; “And everyone knows birth is a painful process. But doubly so when you are aware of each tiny morsel of your soul is being reworked.  Dear sweet Gabrielle is going to come out a changed woman… Not one that will be interested in your destiny anymore, Xena.  But someone who definitely will be a wonderful plaything for me.”

PART II

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