The Amazon Queen

The Amazon Queen

by RiverOtter

Warning! Adult Content!

This story contains strong sexual content and is intended for mature audiences and is not suitable for minors.

This story is copyrighted © 2007 by RiverOtter. This story is a work of fiction and any resemblance to any real persons, living or dead, is unintended and purely coincidental. It may not be sold or redistributed for profit in any form. Archiving and posting online is permitted if the story is kept intact in its original form, and proper credit is given.

Sincere comments, feedback and criticism are welcome.

Characters are listed at the beginning of chapter 1.

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Chapter 8: Submission

Amber ran through the so-called Bleeding Woods as fast as she could, always fearful, knowing Keira was somewhere out there, chasing her. It felt like she had been running for hours, though it hadn't been nearly that long. The sun was approaching its peak. She was tired and sweating, and stopped by a stream to get a drink. She knelt down, let the breeze cool her bare skin, and scooped up some water in her hand. She realized she was completely lost now. If Keira didn't find her first, she might starve. Amber sighed. The Amazon was right—she was no good on her own. She wouldn't last two days out here.

Suddenly, she heard something behind her. She inclined her head a little when suddenly a strong arm clinched her waist. Amber screamed and squirmed out of fright, and a hand covered her mouth. The blonde beauty went limp and offered no further resistance. The hand came off her mouth and went to her shoulder, to steady the frightened slave girl. Amber recognized it was Keira and sighed in relief.

“I'm sorry, Mistress, you frightened me,” she said, still quivering a little.

Keira laughed. “You made so much noise I could have tracked you down on a moonless night,” she chided.

“Are you angry with me, Mistress? I tried hard; really I did.”

“Well, let's just say this exercise doesn't bring out your best talents,” said Keira. “Besides, I know this ground well; I figured you would follow the stream downhill.”

“I'm sorry, Mistress,” said Amber, knowing she was supposed to provide better sport for Keira. More than anything, though, she was just glad this was over.

Her Mistress reached behind her back and and took something else out of the knapsack she carried over her shoulder. It looked like a phallus but it was short and wide, and there was a long tail of yellowish hair attached to one end.

“I tried to find one that matched your hair,” said Keira. “Assume the position, and I'll try it on you.”

Amber was remembered the slave position that had been drilled into her, and got on her hands and knees, forehead touching the ground, and raised her hindquarters in the air. She detested displaying her ass like this but she was not about to complain to Keira. She saw her Mistress rub oil on the phallus-like thing with the tail and realized it was intended to go inside of her. She gulped, and shut her eyes tight as Keira pushed the plug into her anus, stretching it at first, until it fit in snugly and Amber had a tail flowing from her bottom.

“There, isn't that pretty?” said Keira. Amber whimpered softly and said nothing.

“Kneel,” said the Amazon and Amber rose to her knees. Keira put a kind of gag over Amber's mouth; it was a long piece of thick leather that went across her lips and between her teeth. Keira buckled the straps behind her slave girl's neck. At the corners of Amber's lips, at her cheeks, were rings from which a pair of leather straps ran to Keira's wrist, like reins. The Amazon put a finger under Amber's chin and lifted her head, smiling.

“You're a lovely fox,” she said slyly. “I've caught you now, and you're going to walk on your hands and feet for me, like a pretty little fox.”

Amber moaned, but Keira gave the blonde slave a sharp smack on the bottom, and she obeyed. On her hands and knees, Amber walked in front of her Mistress, while Keira held the reins of her gag and spanked her when she slackened her pace. Inwardly Amber protested, but she made no sound as Keira led her back up the trail to where they had started. Amber was very tired when they got back to the Amazon settlement called Timberwood.

At the top of a clear hill several Amazons and a few men were enjoying food and celebrating. This was a festive day for them; they seemed to have a lot of those. There were a number of cages, large enough for a person to kneel down in. Keira brought Amber to one of them and put her inside, fastening her hands together behind her locking the cage door. Most of the others were empty; Amber had been one of the first girls to be caught. Other Amazons were out there still hunting down their own slaves. Even after an hour's head start some had already been brought back. Keira left her there and went over to the feast.

Amber sat up, knees against her chest, hands restrained behind her, her back against the cold metal bars. It was as comfortable as she could get with the tail plug still in her. How long would she have to stay here, she wondered? She was hungry, and the food looked good. As she sat in her cage, feeling pity for herself, a pair of hands, encased in leather mittens, reached through the bars behind her and hugged her.

A weak voice behind her said “Surprise.” Amber laughed and turned her head. Well, it's good to see you, at least, she thought. Now she knew how Belle felt, hardly able to speak.

Belle smiled. Then the pet slave stuck out her tongue and licked Amber's cheek vigorously.

“Mmmm--mmm,” laughed Amber, trying to wipe her cheek off with her shoulder. She motioned with her head, as best she could, for Belle to go away. Belle looked at her with sad eyes.

Amber nodded at her again. The younger slave girl crawled away on her hands and knees, tail waving behind her in the breeze. The bells attached to her breasts and labia jingled merrily. Amber envied the girl, in a way; all she ever really had to do was role play for Chandra. In the distance she saw Belle wandering around, rubbing up against people, and occasionally chasing balls around the hill. If someone liked her performance they would toss her bits of food that she caught in her mouth or perhaps rub her bare pussy. She seemed to be enjoying herself. Amber began to resent Keira for leaving her here, although she was not the only slave caged like this. Every other girl who was caught and brought back was in the same situation.

“Feeling sad, dear?” came a friendly voice. Amber looked up. It was Claire, the older woman who belonged to Keira's younger sister. She hadn't been one of the girls to be hunted that day; she served food to the Amazons instead. She knelt down by Amber's cage and reached inside, stroking the despondent slave's golden hair.

Amber nodded. She looked despondent, and lowered her eyes.

Claire only laughed. “Just relax and let go,” she said. “Stop trying so hard.”

Amber looked at her questioningly.

“I mean stop struggling with yourself,” said Claire. “Then everything becomes easy. You see Natalie over there?”

Amber nodded. Natalie was in a cage, like Amber.

“She loves being punished. That's why she's always getting into trouble, and that way she knows her sister cares about her. She's never sad.”

Amber thought about what Chandra had told her before, that Amber herself was aroused by punishments. She had never intentionally brought one on herself, however; it was not her nature. She craved approval instead.

Amber wasn't sure she understood, but nodded anyway.

“Here, take this,” said Claire. She held out a handful of spiced bread to Amber, who took it gratefully in her mouth.

Amber tried to smile through the gag.

“Not at all,” said her fellow slave. “I hate to see you go hungry,” said Claire. “I was never told I couldn't feed you, anyway. I'll see if there's anything else I can get you.”

Claire was able to sneak her a bit more food to sate her hunger during the next couple of hours. Just when Amber thought she would never get out, she saw yet another young woman crawling toward her. It was Natalie.

“Hello, pretty one,” the slave girl greeted her. Natalie reached behind Amber's neck and unbuckled the straps behind her gag.

“Did your Mistress let you out?” asked Amber as soon as she could speak again.

“Not yet. But I wear a hairpin, so I used it to picked the lock.”

“If you get caught...” said Amber.

“Oh, they're too busy having fun,” said the shorter haired girl with a mischievous look. “See?” she gestured over to the other side of the hill, where the free men and women were making merry. None seemed to notice them. “I just want to stretch out a bit, that's all. Want me to show you how to open this?” She pointed to the lock on Amber's cage.

“I don't want to get into any trouble,” said Amber.

“You won't,” Natalie assured her. “You see every lock has a number of tumblers that have to raised at the same time...” She went on for a while, and Amber thought she understood, though she was not bold enough to try it herself. Natalie seemed to have an innate sense of danger and put Amber's gag back on her in case anyone saw them. She went back to her own cage soon afterwards. A little later Keira came and opened Amber's cage, taking her to a table lined with food. Naomi, Natalie's sister and owner, came for her as well, never knowing her slave had been out already.

Keira sat at the table with Amber kneeling on the soft ground beside her. The blonde slave was relieved to finally be let out of the cage. Keira removed the gag and fed Amber by hand, and the slave girl rested her head on Keira's lap. The Amazon stroked her affectionately. At times like these, Amber thought, she really liked being with her Mistress. All the other slave girls had been brought back from the chase by now and were eating or serving their Mistresses. Some were part of the entertainment. Amber saw some tables had been cleared. On one, the twin slaves Amanda and Jessica were making passionate love together, cheered on by the crowd. The Matron, their owner, looked on impassively. Another nude girl was dancing in front of a crowd of gathered onlookers. Her Mistress encouraged her with a riding whip that she snapped at the girl's feet.

“This is nothing,” said Keira to her slave. “A few days from now we'll have a real festival, for the Summer Solstice, that will go on all night. I might have you provide us some entertainment, if I can get you ready by then.”

Amber gulped. She very much did not want to perform anything before a crowd of drunken Amazons.

“How many festivals do you celebrate in a year, Mistress?” Amber asked.

“Oh dozens. The Solstices are the major ones, but we also make merry during full moons, new moons, birthdays, anniversaries, and then there's the day-after holidays, when we make relax to pass the time while our hangovers fade. I'll have lots of chances to show you off,” Keira said smiling to Amber. “Won't that be fun?”

“Um...yes, Mistress,” was all Amber could say.

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Later that night Amber was remembering what Chandra had told her about herself, about how pain seemed to arouse her, and she also thought of what Claire had told her about “letting go.” It wasn't easy; Amber had asked for more discipline before and now she got it. Keira had grown tired of her slave's complaining that evening (“Can't we just make love, Mistress?”) and gagged her with a leather bit fastened around her neck and caned her bare bottom before even starting. Amber's tearful eyes pleaded for forgiveness now, but she would not be able to speak until Keira was finished with her.

She lay flat on her stomach on a low bench upholstered with leather, her wrists and ankles shackled to rings on the floor by cuffs she always wore. Her Mistress stood over now, riding crop in one hand, circling her bound slave with a predatory look in her eye. She ran her fingers over Amber's back, sending a shiver down the girl's spine. Keira was naked except for her leather thong and a halter top, displaying her highly toned body to Amber. Since the first time Keira had bound her, Amber had felt a strong attraction to her Mistress. The tension she felt when Keira lorded over her—when Amber was helpless before her—invariably made her most intimate region start to moisten and her heart beat faster. She watched the way her Mistress moved, her hips swaying confidently, her expression one of calm assurance, and admired her. Next to Keira Amber felt awkward and vulnerable.

Keira moved her hands over her prize slave's body, feeling her hips, legs and hindquarters. She traced the middle of her shaved nether lips, teasing more moisture out of them. She fingered Amber's clit ever so gently; in her mind Amber screamed for her Mistress to push her fingers in. But there was no such satisfaction for Amber yet. Keira took her cane and bent it back, sending it into the pale round flesh of Amber's bottom, leaving a faint red stripe. A mild but insistent sting made Amber flinch and her bottom began to throb. Immediately after, Keira fondled her slave's eager sex again, putting her finger just between the round lips and moving it up and down. After a moment the Mistress withdrew her finger and paced behind Amber, choosing the next place to strike.

There was a whoosh and Amber's other fleshy cheek was marked with a similar stripe. As Keira walked around her, she put her finger into Amber's pussy and wiggled it around for just a moment. She then struck Amber's lower back sharply with her cane, and the bound blonde grunted. Keira ran her hand over the girl's white, creamy buttocks, grabbing at her plump flesh and moving her hand closer and closer to her pussy, stopping just short.

Crack! “Mmmph!” The gag muted Amber's cry as the cane struck her shoulder. The pain dulled soon but lingered, like the resonance of a pulled string. This was followed by a finger in her pussy again, soon withdrawn. Keira paced and swung the cane around in the air a few times, making Amber flinch; she was surprised when it finally did land across her bottom with a sharp Smack! That made her groan. A single red line went from one bottom cheek to the next. Amber felt the cane at the tip of her sex now, poking inside her tender skin. Keira reached over and took her slave's clit between her fingers, rubbing gently. Amber's skin warmed from the waist down. Her nipples began to to stiffen.

Crack! The cane struck just below her waist, hitting the thin skin above her tail bone. The pain reverberated across her back and she groaned again. Keira reached around Amber's body and cupped her pert round breast, moving the nipple around with her thumb. Amber turned her head towards her Mistress, begging her with pitiful eyes, but Keira paid no heed and went back to pacing around the floor. A sudden whoosh made Amber flinch just before a sharp, biting pain struck her thighs. She cringed against her ankle restraints reflexively and kept her scream in check, hoping Keira would be pleased to see her stoicism. Keira bent down and placed two hands between Amber's bottom cheeks, opening the wet lips of her pussy with her thumbs. She inhaled the girl's scent and blew a stream of cold air between her slave's pussy lips and over her clit, sending goosebumps up the girl's spine. She put two fingers in the girl's sex and moved them rhythmically back and forth, quickening the movement as Amber's breathing quickened. Just as her labia became noticeably wetter, Keira stopped and stood up, cane in hand again.

Just as Amber was trying to savor the fleeting pleasure emanating from between her legs she felt the bite of the cane on her bare back. It was a harsh, unsparing blow and she moaned sharply, her eyes watering. Keira went to a chest she kept against a wall in her room and took a pair of objects out. Amber could see it was a large, polished wooden phallus and a black leather flogger. Amber's eyes widened. She longed for more satisfaction; her sex ached for the feel of the hard shaft inside of her. Keira began to whip her up and down the body with the flogger. The blows were delivered in quick succession, not especially hard but enough to sting. As Amber felt the cruel tips of the flogger take small bites of her exposed skin the phallus was pushed inside her. She inhaled deeply. The rod was almost too big for her, and she squealed pitifully. It rubbed against the walls of her groin uncomfortably at first, then went in a little easier as it was lubricated by her wetness. Slowly, her Mistress moved it back and forth inside her, sending a wave of pleasure each time it went in further.

“Mmmph, mmm...mmph...” was as much as Amber could articulate her thoughts on the matter. Her chest heaved in and out, beads of sweat glistening in the room's soft lamplight, her Mistress standing calmly over her, administering Amber's pleasure and pain with a calm, detached grace. The flogger swooshed softly and made a satisfying thwack on the girl's skin.

“Mmmmmmph...” Amber drooled over her gag when the phallus came in harder, the wave of pleasure rising to a crest. But the flogger was striking her now with greater force. Keira's blows were more deliberate and came just a tad slower now, but landed with greater ferocity. The little whips bit into her, and she raised her head and winced each time they struck her skin. Her senses were in a frenzy, as intense sensations crowded her brain and mixed together in a blur.

“Thwack!” Keira struck her bottom viciously, and Amber let out a low scream from the back of her throat, stifled by the gag. The phallus continued its work on her. Her frantic breathing resumed immediately after the strangled cry.

“Thwack!” Tears flowed freely down Amber's cheeks and she winced in pain. Her shoulders ached where the flogger had struck her. But as bad as it was, the warm pleasure inside her was greater. The pain released her body's endorphins and made the ecstasy greater.

“Thwack!” Another strangled cry from Amber, followed by pitiful whimpering. She tensed her muscles and waited for another blow, but it never came, Keira rubbed her clit as she pushed on the phallus. Amber laid her cheek down on the bench and closed her eyes again, her moans carried on quick, deep breaths. It was coming now, closer...closer...Abruptly, just as she felt herself building toward a blissful climax, Keira pulled the dildo out of her.

“My my, you're covered in sweat, girl,” said Keira, running a hand over Amber's back. “I must have been doing something right.” She bent to Amber's ankles and detached the cuffs from the ring on the floor, then did the same to her wrists. Amber always wore her the cuffs, and Keira could attach them to any of the rings on the walls, floor or bed when her slave needed to be punished or trained, or simply for the Amazon's own amusement. One such place was a tall stand made of wooden beams that rested against the wall. The beams were crossed together at an angle, making a slim X shape that was bent back at an angle. There were rings for attaching the slave girl's cuffs at the extreme end of each beam, four in all. A few short boards were placed on the middle and padded to give her better support when she leaned against it.

Amber did not like the wooden apparatus. Unpleasant things happened to her when she was bound to it; when she was on it she preferred to be somewhere else. But that was where Keira now led her after she rose from the bench. The Amazon put Amber's back to the X shaped beams and ordered her to assume her customary position. Amber obediently spread her legs out against the lower boards and raised her arms against the upper ones. Keira locked each of her cuffs in place. She placed her hand between Amber's legs and on her exposed, vulnerable sex.

“You're very wet, little one. You're not going to come before I give you permission, are you?”

Amber shook her head, desperately hoping she could control herself and not earn another punishment tonight. But she was so close. How could Keira torment her like this? The Amazon went back to her chest, and pulled out a pair of nipple clamps. Amber watched in fear as the ends of each chain were closed tightly around her erect nipples. She winced as they were locked around her vulnerable buds. Keira then took out something else, a length of small chain similar to the ones that now tormented Amber's breasts. Amber wondered what her Mistress was going to do with another pair of clamps; these looked different. They had wide pincers on each end. Keira bent down to Amber's crotch. The young slave realized what they were for and whimpered pathetically. Keira took the fold of Amber's wet labia and put a pincer round it, squeezing the sensitive skin in a metal vise. She did the same with the other pincer. Amber moaned softly as constant, unyielding pressure was applied to the lips of her pussy.

“Still eager, pet?” asked Keira a she traced her fingers around Amber's labia. Her poor slave nodded, tantalized by the promise of sexual release. Keira once again went to her chest and took out a handful of what looked like coins with holes in their center. There were tiny hooks tied around each hole. Keira brought them over to the helpless slave girl and placed one of hooked coins onto the lowest point of Amber's nipple chain. Whatever the thing was it was heavy for its size, as though made of led, and it pulled on Amber's poor nipples. The slave girl squealed pitifully and heaved her chest, trying somehow to ease the continuous torment. The little weight sagged her chain down and stretched her nipples with it. Keira put another weight on the chain between Amber's legs, stretching her labia. Amber winced and silently hoped that there was special place in hell for the person who first thought of the strange devices in her Mistress's chest. She had tried to be obedient, really she had; why wouldn't Keira just let her have her orgasm?

Amber's thigh muscles tensed and quivered. Keira stepped back to appraise her handiwork. Amber looked up at her Mistress longingly, pleading with her eyes. Keira stepped towards her and stroked her head softly, running her finger's through the slave's honey-golden hair.

“I'll let you come, but you have to show your obedience first,” she said.

Amber nodded eagerly, trying to take her mind away from the clamps pulling on the most tender areas of her body.

“I'm going to put some more weight on you. I want you to hold it for a little while. Understand?”

Amber's face fell, but she nodded. Keira placed another weight on the slave's nipple chain. Amber whimpered softly, trying to hold back. Another weight was placed between her legs and raised up her head , eyes closed tightly. A low, guttural moan escaped from her throat. Keira stepped back again.

“Hold on just a little longer, dear.”

Amber's face contorted under the constant pressure. It felt like someone was squeezing her private parts cruelly and would not let go. How much longer would this go on? Half a minute or so passed that seemed like an eternity. Small tears welled up in the corner of Amber's yes. The pain was not horrendous but it was unrelenting, never fading or dulling. Her nipples throbbed in pain, as did her nether lips. Keira picked up her riding crop and tapped its square, flat end against Amber's pussy. The hard leather touched her clit and rubbed back and forth just inside her. Amber felt the familiar tingle of pleasure, and would have begged for more if she could have.

“All right, you've held on long enough.”

Keira stepped closer to her and put the handle of the crop up into her slave's tormented pussy. She moved it up and down a few times and that was enough for Amber. A violent spasm rocked her body. It was the most intense orgasm she had ever felt. It was a savage shock that combined the pleasure and the pain that wracked her body, overwhelming everything else. She bucked her hips as much as she could and let out a muffled cry, followed by a series of moans as she settled back against the boards behind her. Keira mercifully removed the weights from her chains. Amber gave a sharp cry when she took the clamps off the poor slave's nipples and labia. There was a final sharp pain as they were removed and the blood rushed back, but after an agonizing moment the pain began to fade. Keira put the implements away and removed Amber's gag. She held the crop's handle to her slave's lips, and Amber kissed it.

Keira cradled Amber and stroked her hair affectionately.

“There there, little one,” she said. She took Amber's head in her hands, and spoke softly to her. “When you were feeling pain, didn't that make your release even greater?”

“Yes Mistress,” the slave replied humbly. It was true. The sensations she were unlike anything else she had ever experienced. She was calm now, aware of the sweat covering her body, comforted by her Mistress's embrace.

“I'll release you now, sweet. Clean yourself off and wait on the bed. I'm going to finish some things downstairs, and I'll come back up for you right after.”

Amber lay on the suspended hammock, luxuriating in the soft fur matting. The pains of her nipples and labia had subsided, and the welts on her skin no longer ached. Keira had been right; the pain had indeed given her greater pleasure in the end. Deep inside she felt terribly excited by the power Keira wielded over her, and as much as she thought she hated the punishments, they also made her wet when she thought about them. It was better to be punished by Keira than to be ignored by her, she thought.

I can't resist her, thought Amber. I don't want to. Whatever Keira wanted her to do, at any time, Amber realized would do it willingly, and the thought made her both fearful and excited. Suddenly, Amber decided to stop rebelling inside. In doing so she felt a burden lift—it was, paradoxically, a liberating thought. There was no more fear or tension. She was free because liked what she was now. Why shouldn't she? The pain was worth it if it led to such ecstasy. There was nothing else to it, she thought.

Keira entered the room again, smiling at her reclining slave.

Amber was staring at the ceiling, her thoughts clearly someplace else. She had the sweetest smile on her face.

“Dreaming of something, my pet?” asked Keira.

“Nothing, Mistress,” answered the beautiful blonde. “Just that I'm your slave.”

“Oh?” laughed Keira. “And this is a new realization for you, I suppose?”

“I mean,” said Amber, “If you released me, and told me I had to go, I wouldn't want to. So I'd still be your slave, even if I wasn't. Am I making sense, Mistress?”

“For the first time yes,” said Keira. “You're becoming more civilized.”

Keira removed the leather jerkin she customarily wore and her undershirt with it.

“Now, how does a good slave girl show gratitude towards her Mistress, hmm?” she asked.

Amber eagerly got down from the hammock and crawled on all fours a short distance to Keira. She kissed the Amazon's feet subserviently. Keira knelt and swatted Amber's bottom several times. Amber quickly became wet again. Keira stood her up and guided the blonde's mouth to her breast, and Amber suckled greedily. She no longer felt humiliation in any of this. Keira led her young slave back to the hammock, and Amber climbed on eagerly. Keira stripped down completely and went to her shelf.

She took a strapon and fastened it around her waist and legs. Amber thought she could feel herself becoming wetter. Keira walked up to the hammock and Amber took the phallus in her mouth, sucking on it eagerly as Keira held her head. The Amazon reached down between Amber's legs, fondling the lips of her pussy, feeling the moisture that had already gathered. Eventually Keira climbed on top of her slave and, as a reward for her endurance that evening, allowed Amber to have her hands free while they made love. Afterwards, Amber lay on her Mistress, head between Keira's breasts, the phallus still inside her. She thought she had never felt so peaceful before.

The next morning, after Amber had served her Mistress breakfast, a visitor came and spoke to Keira outside briefly. Amber was cleaning the lower room and couldn't hear what was said. Keira came back inside and gathered her hunting gear, then sat and watched Amber for a few moments. When Amber finished she looked at her Mistress, who was still staring at her thoughtfully.

“Pet, I need you to go to the Matron's house,” said Keira “She wants to speak to you. Tell her that my answer to her request is yes.”

“What is it, Mistress?” asked Amber.

“I told you everything you need to know,” Keira. “And remember, I might tolerate unnecessary questions from you sometimes, but my mother won't. I have to leave now, so you'll need to find your own way. Can you?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

There was a pit in Amber's stomach as she crossed the village square. She was not eager to see the stern Matron; few slaves ever were. The Matron inspected her every week to make sure she was healthy and cared for; usually those visits consisted of Sheila criticizing her posture. She wondered why the head of the Amazon tribe wanted to see her, except that the Matron had requested something of Keira; presumably there was some service Amber could give.

The blonde girl tried to hide any traces of shame she still felt at her nudity as she retraced the path she took when Keira took her to be inspected by the Matron each week. Mostly, the inspection consisted of the Matron criticizing Amber's posture. The young blonde walked up the path to the large stone building. She curtsied and bowed her head to the guards and asked where she could find the Matron. They directed her to a field behind the temple. She walked along the open air corridor on the side of the building, enclosed by marble pillars, until a field of short green grass unfolded before her. The Matron, Sheila, tall and dark haired, was watching her twin slaves as they ran across the field.

The twins' light brown hair was pleated in their customary long ponytails, which flew behind them as they ran. They wore leather belts, to which their wrists were cuffed at the side, and harnesses that crossed between their firm, perky breasts. Their elbows were chained close together. When they ran, they held themselves upright and brought their legs high. The Matron's daughter Chandra stood by them with a riding whip, counting. When she reached twenty she snapped the whip and the twins sprinted to a marker in the grass.

While the Matron watched on imperiously, Amber approached her, treading lightly. She stood up straight and did not look up to make eye contact until spoken do directly.

“Welcome, dear. Do you know why I've called you here?” asked Sheila in her calm, authoritative voice.

“No, Matron.”

“I remembered you took an interest in my ponygirls some time ago.”

“Yes Matron, I think they're wonderful,” said Amber humbly.

“You see how hard they have to work?”

“Yes, Matron.”

“Your Mistress could order you to do what I'm going to ask of you, but I want to hear your honest answer, girl,” said the Matron. “Are you willing to serve as a pony for a short time? I am putting together a team for a special occasion, and as I thought over different prospects, your interest in them came to mind.”

Amber's heart fluttered inside her. The girls had looked so beautiful when she saw them in their full regalia. They were totally restrained and under control, yet noble and proud at the same time. The idea of such harnessed beauty attracted her.

“I'll do whatever you wish, Matron,” she answered.

“Yes, but the real question is how much you want to,” said the Matron. “One can easily tell the difference between a mare who is proud to serve her Mistress and one who is forced. I need a ponygirl who will be proud and eager. As you can see, the training is not easy. You won't have to work as hard as these two, but you will be required to pull a carriage for a full day.”

Amber hesitated and looked at the twins, who were panting and sweating heavily from the repeated sprints they did for their regular conditioning. They didn't wear a bridle or tail plug for this kind of exercise, but they did practice running the same way they pulled a carriage—with their arms bound behind them and chests thrust provocatively forward. The running was made difficult by their inability to pump their arms. If Chandra saw them slowing down she brought the whip across their backs or bottoms. Still, Amber couldn't resist wondering what it was like to wear the bit, bridle and full harness. And besides, she didn't want the Matron or her Mistress to be disappointed in her.

“I would be honored to be your pony,” she said, a little awe detectable in her voice. “Really, I would.”

“That's good, dear,” said Sheila, “But this will not be for myself, actually.” She did not explain further. She told Amber to sit and watch the training, after which Chandra would take her measurements for a harness. The twins did a few more exercises, less strenuous than the sprints, and practiced parading a bit before Chandra led them and Amber back to a comfortable stable that had been outfitted to comfortably house humans.

Amber poured warm water into the twin's bath. Chandra had brought them inside the temple, to a room in the back on the ground floor to rest from their exertions. The room was a small marble-lined bath house where Amazons sometimes came, attended by their by their slave girls. Amber had served Keira and her friends in here before, and now Chandra had ordered her to help the twins cool down after their exercises. Amber filled the bath, which went a couple of feet deep into the floor, and began to massage the twins' legs and shoulders.

She knew the twins were the Matron's prize possession. She found them abandoned as little girls, and raised them herself; though they were her servants, she had showered them with affection. When they reached sexual maturity, Sheila inducted them into the Amazon way of life by sweetly seducing them with the help of the fabled lilith plant, and they took to their new role as pleasure slaves with great enthusiasm. They were devoted to their Matron.

“We saw a princess today,” said one twin, Amanda, with a playful smile.

“Really?” said Amber. “Are you sure she was a princess?”

“We hear a lot when we're with our Mistress,” said the other twin, Jessica.

“We know Natalie's going to be a pony too,” said Amanda, referring to the mischievous slave girl Amber had known since her first full day at the village. “We saw her fitted for a harness.”

“Oh? I wonder why,” asked Amber. “Is she being punished?”

“Certainly not,” said Amanda indignantly. “It's an honor.”

“Oh, of course,” said Amber. “I didn't mean to imply otherwise.”

“The princess is here, too,” said Jessica. “She's going to parade around all the villages and they're getting a pony carriage for her. She must be pretty important.”

“What is a princess, anyway?” asked Amanda.

“Well, a princess is a kind of ruler—a ruler's daughter, really,” Amber tried to explain.

“Well, this princess is the Matron's daughter now,” said Amanda. “But she was a princess before that, I heard.”

Amber was a bit puzzled. “The Matron has a new daughter?” she asked.

“Mistress Sheila adopted her,” said Jessica. “She's very beautiful.”

Amber thought to herself. “Maybe that's why she asked me to be a pony. I wonder if this woman is from a kingdom I've heard of.”

“Are there princesses where you come from?” asked Jessica. She knew Amber came from some “less civilized” land with palaces and kings but, like many of the Amazons around her, did not know much about it.

“Yes,” said Amber. “I used to serve a princess in my homeland.”

“Was she a good Mistress?” asked Amanda.

“Well, we were servants, not slaves,” Amber tried to explain. “She wasn't a 'Mistress' as such. We were quite fond of each other, though.” Amber knew there was no use pining for her lost status as a glamorous lady-in-waiting, but it was difficult not to.

“Do you think this is the same one?” asked Amanda. “That would be neat.”

“Well, it's not likely,” said Amber. She was interested to find out, however.

“Oh well,” said Amanda.

Amber rubbed the young woman's shoulders.

“Mm, that's good,” the twin said. “We should play with you more often.”

“I'm just making sure your muscles aren't sore,” said Amber. “You had a hard workout.” Then she asked with some concern, “Do all ponies have to exercise that hard?”

“Not when it's just for show,” said Jessica. “You'll just have to walk around and look pretty for everyone.”

“You are very pretty,” said Amanda.

“Yes you are,” added Jessica. The twins looked at each other slyly, as though they were conspiring together.

“Well, thank you,” said Amber. “Now, if you'll lift your leg up, I'll rub you down.” She began to massage the young woman's calf muscle.

“I like that,” the twin said, “Maybe you should come in here with us.”

“Well, I don't thi--”

Before Amber could say anything else, each twin took one of her arms and dragged into the pool with a splash. Suddenly they were pressed against her on both sides.

“You're going to get me in trouble,” said Amber.

“Why does everyone keep saying that?” asked Amanda.

“Maybe,” said Jessica with a playful smile, “Because we keep getting them in trouble?”

“Well, that would make sense,” replied her sister.

Each girl bent down and licked one of Amber's breasts, teasing the nipples with eager tongues.

“Oh dear,” she said. This was like some fantasy come true; no wonder the Matron kept her twin slaves on such a short leash. Speaking of which, if the Matron caught them...

“I can't do this,” Amber said fearfully.

“Please don't go,” the twins begged. One of the girls slid her hand down to Amber's crotch.

Before her willpower began to drain away, Amber pulled herself away from the twins' embrace and climbed out of the tub.

“Aww, you're no fun,” said Jessica.

“Perhaps, but I'd like to keep my hide intact, thank you very much,” the blonde said. It was funny, she thought, how stoic and disciplined the slaves were in the presence of their Mistress and how mischievous they were away from her.

“If you want me to finish,” said Amber, “You have to promise to behave.”

“We promise,” said Amanda with a perfectly innocent smile.

When Amber returned to her Mistress's chambers, Keira noticed part of her hair was wet. There hadn't been time to dry it properly.

“The twins splashed me, Mistress; that's all.”

“They can be pretty frisky, can't they,” said Keira. She looked at her blonde slave suspiciously. “Are you sure that's all that happened?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Hmm,” said her Mistress. “I'm giving you a spanking just to be sure.”

Amber didn't complain that she was being disciplined unfairly. She tried to accept whatever Keira did with her; it just made things easier.

The Amazon took her over her knee and gave her a few smacks on the bottom.

“Remember (Smack!),” said her Mistress, “Don't ever (Smack!), ever (Smack!), ever (Smack!), ever (Smack!), fuck without my (Smack!) permission (Smack!).” Amber winced in pain but made no sound. She rose and rubbed her sore bottom.

“If you didn't do anything, that's your warning not to.”

“Yes Mistress,” said Amber humbly. In fact, she was rather pleased that she could make Keira jealous. She realized slaves like Natalie and the twins were so mischievous because they wanted attention, any kind of attention, from the Mistresses they loved.

* * * *

The day before Amber was to go back to the Matron's home for a few days' training as a ponygirl, Keira arranged to spend the afternoon with her young sister Dawn, and Dawn's slave Claire. It was a beautiful day to do go outside.

Each slave girl carried a woven basket and followed her Mistress, who led her them by a chain clipped to her collar. Amber wore only the crystal on its thin chain around her waist that Keira had given her. They reached the clearing with the pond and stream where Amber sometimes relaxed. The girls' leashes were unfastened and the whole party sat to eat. The slaves waited on their Mistresses and ate what was fed them by hand.

Amber sat on her knees on the soft, springy grass, and took what Keira gave her to eat and drink humbly and quietly. Claire laughed and flirted with her young Mistress, massaging Dawn's back and neck, betraying no emotion other than a happiness to please the teenage girl. After they had all eaten, Dawn and Keira decided their slaves should entertain them.

“Each slave has to get half a dozen acorns and put them on her Mistress's lap,” she said, thinking up yet another of her games. “No standing up—hands and knees only. And no using hands. The last one to finish gets a spanking. Go now!” She said gleefully.

Claire crawled away quickly; Amber paused a moment before following her on hands and knees. Did that girl always make Claire do things like this, she wondered? She disliked these silly games, but the Amazons were amused by them, and she wanted to make Keira happy.

She went to a nearby tree, picked up an acorn with her teeth and crawled back to Keira, and went back for another. Keira smiled with amusement and condescension as she watched her lovely slave hurry back and forth for her entertainment. Claire, who seemed more eager, finished first. The redhead curled on her side and put her head in Dawn's lap, and her Mistress stroked her affectionately. Claire looked perfectly content. Amber sighed with resignation. She couldn't quite act as submissive as the older, more experienced slave. She wished she could. She gave no resistance as Keira laid the lovely blonde over her knee.

Smack! Amber's bottom stung, and her face flushed. She didn't care so much if Keira did this to her in the privacy of her own home; Keira and her attentions thrilled her. But it was different with others looking at her. Claire seemed especially interested.

Smack! Her other cheek hurt now. Amber's eyes watered in shame. She wanted to go somewhere and hide.

Smack! Keira looked approvingly at the hand-shaped marks on Amber's bottom. Amber squealed just a little.

Smack! Amber moaned a little more, and a tear fell to the ground, this one from pain. Keira wasn't holding back much. Now Amber just wished it would end soon.

Smack! “Owww!...” Amber cried. Keira only smiled sadistically, pinching her slave's perky nipple and making her cry out again.

Smack! “Ouch!” Mercifully, this was the last one. Amber stood up to rub her stinging bottom, waiting a moment for the throbbing pain to die down a little, before she got on her knees and kissed Keira's feet, thanking her Mistress humbly. She kept her voice low, her eyes downcast, and avoided looking at the others.

“Wouldn't it be lovely,” said Keira to Dawn, “To see these two beauties make love? I think we'd enjoy that.”

“Yes, I would like to see that,” Dawn agreed.

The younger Mistress smiled and positioned Claire on her hands and knees, and Amber knelt to face her. Keira went to the basket and pulled something out. It was a phallus, and Keira handed a second one to Dawn.

“Go on,” said Keira. “You don't want to be punished, do you?” Amber shook her head.

Claire leaned over and kissed Amber's lips. The redhead's mouth was warm, wide, and inviting. Amber even felt her tongue moving sensuously over her lips. She returned the kiss and found herself aroused; Claire was a beautiful woman, she thought. Dawn knelt behind Claire, and Keira behind Amber. The blonde slave felt the hard phallus pushed inside her. She began to moan softly as she kissed her fellow slave's lips softly. She felt intense pleasure as she did so, and she saw Claire was penetrated from behind by Dawn, just as she was. Rather than feeling awkward, Amber thought, this was quite nice. She breathed heavily as the phallus was pushed deeper inside her, and felt Claire's warm breath against her own mouth. The phallus continued its unyielding thrusts inside her.

“Ohh...oooohhhhh...” She and Claire were moaning together. Their kisses became more heated as the passion inside them grew. Amber thrust her tongue over Scarlet's greedily, tasting her in her mouth.

“Good girls,” said Keira. “Now, lie down facing the other way.”

Amber wanted the thrusting to continue, but she obeyed and lay on her side, her head on Keira's lap. Claire did the same across from her. Dawn came around and intertwined their legs together.

“I think they'll like this even more.” she said.

Amber could see Claire's bare pussy was just inches away from her own. Claire took the initiative, pressing her crotch against Amber's. The blonde slave felt a pleasant pressure deep down inside her, as her wet labia came into contact with Claire's. She breathed heavily again, building towards a climax. The feeling of her crotch against the redhead slave's was sensual in a more raw, immediate way than anything she had previously felt. Even without anything penetrating inside her it still sent shivers up her spine. She bucked her hips against Claire's, matching the redhead's breathing with her movements. Keira was her cushion, holding her gently and smiling as the two girls pushed against each other. The sight itself was enough to arouse her desire. The two slave girls sighed and moaned together sweetly. Dawn was cupping Claire's breasts in her hands, massaging them gently, as Claire tilted her head back into her Mistress's lap. The redhead closed her eyes and focused on the sensations she felt, until she too could sense a climax building inside her.

“They're so sweet, aren't they?” said Dawn. Keira agreed.

“Let's show them what else we brought.”

Keira raised Amber's head and made sit back up on her knees. Scarlet sat up to see what her Mistress wanted now. A few beads of sweat glistened on her pale skin in th afternoon sun. Dawn reached into her basket and produced yet another phallus. This one was different from the other two—longer, and tapered at both ends.

“Now on your hands and knees, girls,” said the young Mistress. “Back to back.”

Amber and Claire positioned themselves as ordered. They knelt with their backs to each other, close enough to touch, and bent forward, hands to the ground. Dawn placed the one end of this strange phallus into Claire's groin, and then moved the other end into Amber's, so that the slave girls could penetrate each other simply by rocking back and forth. Dawn then lay down in front of Claire, lifted up her skirt and ordered the slave to pleasure her. Claire moved aside the leather thong Dawn was wearing underneath and put her tongue to her Mistress's pussy.

Keira, for her part, knelt in front o Amber, stripping below the waist and cradling Amber's head lovingly as she brought it down to her crotch. Amber thought this whole exercise was as strange as it was exciting. Who would have imagined anything like this back home? She hungrily lapped her tongue over the wet lips of Keira's pussy. Her Mistress stroked her head gently, and cupped her own breast with her other hand. Amber breathed heavily as the phallus was pushed as far into her as it could comfortably go. She could feel the pulse in her skin throbbing against the solid shaft. She rubbed her tongue greedily against Keira's labia, opening the swollen cleft between her Mistress's legs and moving it inside the wet valley beyond. Keira sighed softly and held Amber's head in place, her chest heaving. Claire was directly behind her, also receiving pleasure from her movements. She rocked back and forth more quickly, the phallus doing its work inside her, thrusting insistently, sending a wave of pleasure through her each time.

Amber held still and let the older slave rock back and forth now, faster and faster. All of Amber's sensations were sexual; she became a vessel of pleasure, blissfully unaware of anything but pleasing her Mistress, and of solid shaft inside her. She licked Keira's clit and pushed her fingers into her, rubbing back and forth vigorously. The thrusting shaft seemed to force the breath out of her sharply each time it pushed into her. Amber lost track of the time before she came to a blissful climax, and Keira did the same soon afterwards.

As she slowed her breathing down, she saw Claire smiling blissfully, showing no shame. Amber smiled at her with relief. She bathed in the warm afterglow of her orgasm. She felt wonderful.

“I believe, Keira, that our slave girls here came before we did,” said Dawn.

“Hmm, I think you're right,” said Keira.

Amber suddenly realized they were right, and prepared herself mentally to be punished. It was rather petty, she thought. She and Claire had only done what they were told.

“I'll go easy on you this time,” said Keira. “If you two administer the punishment to each other.”

“I like that idea,” said Dawn.

Amber gulped and looked at Claire nervously. “Yes, Mistress,” she said meekly.

“Give your fellow slave ten spanks,” said Keira, “And she will do the same to you. If we're satisfied, we won't punish you further.”

Claire went over to her friend and got down on her hands and knees. This, Amber realized, was the hardest thing she had to do so far. Claire remained obediently still, waiting for Amber to strike her lovely ass. Claire had a fuller figure than her fellow slave girl; her hips were wider and her bottom was rounder. Sometimes Amber had felt jealous of her. Now, she wondered if she could bring herself to hurt her like this.

“Ten for her, or else twenty for you dear,” said Keira. “And I won't use my usual restraint.” Amber nodded fearfully. She didn't usually think of Keira as “restrained” in her punishments.

She brought her hand down onto Claire's bottom. She thought she had done so pretty hard, but Keira gave her a warning look that said otherwise. Amber tried again harder. Claire remained impassive. Keira folded her arms and gave Amber yet another look that said she was not impressed. Amber sighed, and brought her hand down with as much force as she could muster.

“Ow!” cried the redhead. Amber hit her again, just as hard this time.

“Ouch!”

“That's better,” said Keira. Amber wanted to beg her Mistress to let her ease up, but knew it was useless. She hit Claire's bottom almost as hard as she could again and again. She could tell her friend was holding back tears.

“Oww!...Ahhh!...Ow!”

Claire rocked forward with each blow. Amber's spanks had left reddish hand-shaped marks on the young woman's ass. As she continued, Claire's restrained cries became higher pitched.

“That's enough dear,” said Keira. “Now it's your turn.” Amber had actually lost count. As Claire got up Amber could see her tear-streaked face. But Claire flashed a smile at her, to let her know she was all right.

Amber got on her hands and knees, and Claire knelt next to her.

“Owww!” Amber hadn't even had time to brace herself--and Claire seemed to have no qualms about this.

“Ahh!...Oww!...Mmmph!” Claire was hitting hard and fast. Amber found herself gasping for air. Her eyes welled up with tears. Either her friend was being very obedient or was very angry with her.

“Ahhh!...Ahh!...Oww!...Ow!” Amber whimpered pathetically. Her ass was on fire.

“OWW!” The last one was even harder than the rest. Usually the pain reached a crescendo around the sixth spank or so, but Claire had managed to make her discomfort increase with each blow. Amber was close to sobbing outright when the blows finally stopped.

“Very good, pet,” said Dawn.

Properly chastised, the two slave girls followed their Mistresses home. Keira and Dawn agreed it had been a lovely afternoon.

Back home, Amber wondered if she was ready to be a ponygirl.

“It will be harder than most of the things we've done so far,” said Keira, “But you can do it. Don't disappoint me.”

“I won't, Mistress.”

Keira made love to her several times that night, knowing it would be their last opportunity for a few days. Amber fell asleep wondering about this new princess in the village, whose pony she had agreed to be.

* * * *