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 14: Teasing

With Lydia to help her, Amber's daily chores were completed much faster. Amber warmed up to her new companion; Lydia had a sincere, down-to-earth personality that she found refreshing. The brunette was clearly smitten by Amber, as well, but she dared not touch her, for fear of angering Keira. They could not normally give or receive pleasure without express permission, and Keira began to keep a close eye on them when she was around.

But Keira was not always around, as she had to provide for two slaves now, and one afternoon Amber and Lydia finished working in the orchard before their Mistress returned from her hunt. Amber suggested they go to the pond just outside the village to relax. The two girls stepped into the refreshing, cool water up to their waists and let themselves float, idly chatting and taking in the sun. Amber playfully put a water lily on each of her breasts as she lay on her back, letting her long hair get wet. Lydia splashed her playfully.

“Hey,” said Amber with a smile. She stood up and splashed Lydia in return, who giggled. Lydia ran around her and caught her from behind, her hands on Amber's breasts. Amber squirmed and tried to get free, but Lydia held fast.

“I've got you now,” she said with a sly smile. She kissed the back of Amber's neck, and moved her lips down the blonde's shoulder. Amber closed her eyes and allowed herself to enjoy the kisses, but soon pulled away.

“We can't,” she said. “We'll get in a lot of trouble.”

“I know,” said Lydia wistfully. “It's just...I really like you.”

“I like you, too,” said Amber, and she gave Lydia a kiss on the cheek.

“Maybe some day, when we're free...”

“I'm not sure I want to be free just yet,” said Amber. “I like being with Mistress Keira.”

“Really?” said Lydia. “You wouldn't go back home even if you could?”

“To be with my mother again, I would,” said Amber. “But I don't want to give Keira a reason to get rid of me as long as I'm here.”

“Of course—I understand what you mean,” said Lydia. “I'm glad you're here with me.” Lydia also knew, of course, that if there was even a hint of impropriety on their part Keira might take away their free time indefinitely; they would be caged whenever they weren't working.

While they were talking they heard someone approaching. They saw the Amazon Naomi emerge from the woods, with her sister in tow, naked and tethered to her leash.

“Ah, there you are,” said the Amazon. “Time to make yourselves useful, lazy ones. We're loading firewood for the Matron's home.”

The two slave girls humbly nodded and quickly came out of the pond. Amber wrung her hair out to help it dry. They followed Naomi to a clearing where several workers had cut down trees and split logs. There was a cart hitched to two proud, harnessed ponygirls—Amber saw that they were the Matron's personal twin slave girls. Naomi unleashed her own slave and set them to work.

“Load it up while I round up more help,” ordered Naomi. “And try not to break anything this time.” She pointed the last remark at Amber, but it was Lydia who looked guilty at the mention of the Matron's broken windows. Together with Naomi's sister Natalie, the two of them picked up the wooden pieces and laid them in the cart. It was a laborious task.

“They can't pull this load, can they?” asked Amber, referring to the Matron's ponygirls. “It's going to be very heavy when it's full.”

“Mistress Naomi will probably get more ponies,” said Natalie. “Six can be hitched at once if they need.”

“That must be quite a sight,” said Lydia.

“It's very arousing,” said Natalie with a smile. “Say...that gives me an idea.”

“You're not going to do anything...foolish, are you?” asked Amber, aware of Natalie's proclivity for getting into trouble.

“Oh, don't act so innocent,” said Natalie. “I saw you two in the pond.”

“We were behaving,” Lydia protested.

“Sure you were,” said Natalie. “I think the ponies need some attention.” She put a log in the cart and stood in front of the ponygirls. Amber thought the twin named Jessica was on the right and Amanda on the left, but she was not entirely sure. Their hair was arranged in identical braided ponytails, revealing the lovely nape of their necks. They stood upright, arms bound behind them, chests thrust firmly outward, their mouths bitted and bridled. They were trained to stand at attention for hours if need be.

Natalie caressed Amanda's cheek, and the ponygirl looked at her warily. Natalie bent her head and began to suck on Amanda's perky breast, her tongue rolling around the jutting nipple.

“They're not allowed to pleasure themselves, of course,” said Natalie. “Poor things.” She continued to caress Amanda, who stamped her foot and made a whinnying noise. There was only so much she could do to resist; her legs were hobbled together at the ankles. As the Matron's personal slaves, the twins were kept to high standards—they would never have allowed Natalie to pleasure them so without permission, but they were helpless. Amanda looked at Natalie angrily, panting and whinnying louder. Natalie placed her hand under the ponygirl's crotch, rubbing the leather thong that held her belt in place, and Amanda closed her eyes helplessly, moaning heavily.

“You'll get her in trouble,” said Amber. She was concerned but made no move to stop her fellow slave; no one could see them, and there didn't seem to be any real harm done. There were workmen chopping at trees, but they were a ways off.

“I'd hate to do that,” said Natalie. Amanda was stamping her foot and chomping at her bit as hard as she could. “If you want me to stop, just say so,” said Natalie. Amanda made a noise with her throat, but her bit kept her from articulating any words. As her breathing intensified, Natalie ceased her attentions and backed away.

“Now now,” she said, “No coming without permission. I'm just letting you have a little fun before I get back to work.” Amanda, aroused and in heat now, gave Natalie a look that could have melted ice as the slave girl began gathering wood again. She sighed in helpless frustration through her bit.

“You are cruel,” said Lydia. Amber shrugged and shook her head. She was tempted to do the same, herself—to pleasure the helpless, bound twin, but she knew to behave herself. Later, Natalie massaged Jessica's nipples; the ponygirl tried to kick out her knees but her ankle chain restrained her. She wriggled from side to side helplessly as Natalie felt the nipples harden between her fingers. Jessica made a pleading sound with her throat, and eventually Natalie stopped, but not before a drop of moisture was running visibly down Jessica's leg. With a satisfied smile, Natalie went back to work.

Amber was tired and sweating by the time they had loaded all the firewood. It was piled above the rim of the cart; she very much doubted the twins could haul the entire load themselves. Naomi returned with Claire, the redheaded slave, in tow, and the Amazon had a bag slung over her shoulder. The Amazon gave a whistle and the laborers came to the clearing, axes slung over their shoulders, sweating from their day's work. There were about a dozen of them.

“That'll be enough for today,” Naomi told them. “You can enjoy the slaves before we set off.”

Before Amber could even react, a brawny, smiling man took her roughly by the shoulders and set her down on her knees in front of him. She understood what was wanted of her; Naomi stood nearby, a switch in her hand to encourage any of the slave girls who hesitated. The man was rough looking, with a day's growth of stubble around his chin; certainly not the type she would have entertained in her palace back home. Nervously, she raised her hands to his belt and unfastened it, eying the bulge in his crotch. She lowered his breeches and he grabbed her head roughly, pulling her mouth to his erect organ. She took it in and let it go as far as it could, trying desperately not to gag. She rolled her tongue around his firm cock but didn't have much opportunity to do much else to pleasure him; with one hand he shoved her head back and forth against his thrusting organ. With a hearty laugh he took off his belt and snapped it in the air, and amber next felt it come down against her back, stinging her. He held her firm, and more and more Amber could taste the salty liquid in her mouth until the worker's cock writhed and released its pent up fluid into her, spilling out onto her chest. The man laughed again and slapped her breasts with his belt, causing Amber to cry out. “That's a nice job, sweetie,” he said leeringly.

As he fastened his breeches again, Amber felt herself grabbed from behind by Natalie and taken to another woodsman. “Come on, slave,” said Naomi firmly. “No slacking.” The second man was gentler than the first; he caressed Amber's hair and cheeks and she sucked his cock, and he fondled her breasts playfully. She did her best to please him, her whole mouth now tasting of sweat and semen. When he came, she tried to swallow all his come, as it was easier than cleaning it off her skin. When the second woodsman was satisfied Amber turned around to see the others. Lydia was on her hands and knees, as a large, burly man impaled her from behind, penetrating her anus. Her mouth surrounded another man's erect organ, as he knelt in front of her. The men were laughing and slapping her breasts; Lydia seemed too stunned to even react. Claire was kneeling with a man's cock in each of her hand, turning her head from one to the other periodically to satisfy them both. She seemed to be enjoying herself, or at least she put on a good show for them.

When the worker's passions had been satisfied, they thanked Naomi and returned home. The slave girls' work was not yet finished. Naomi put her bag down and opened it, producing several wide leather belts with straps hanging from them. Each slave girl was given one to put on, and the four of them were hitched to the poles of the carriage in front of the twin ponygirls. Together they pulled the heavy burden down the road, stepping together as Naomi counted a cadence and whipped them on. Amber panted and sweat, but there was no letting up until they had reached the Matron's temple. Finally, Naomi let them go, and Amber returned home to bathe and fix her hair for Keira.

“I heard you two were a little...shall we say, frisky today,” said Keira, having spoken with Naomi on her return.

“Please Mistress, we were only relaxing,” said Amber. She waited on Keira as her Mistress ate her dinner, holding her wine cup.

“All the same, I'm not certain it's a good idea to leave you two alone together,” said Keira. “Tomorrow I'm sending you back to work at the Matron's in the morning. And I have something special for you to wear.” She said nothing further on the matter, and Amber didn't ask what she meant.

That night, Lydia and Amber practiced walking back and forth across the room with wooden blocks balanced atop their heads, trying to move fluidly and gracefully. Amber had had practice at this sort of thing before, balancing books in the palace she had lived in, and swayed her hips suggestively to keep her balance, pleasing Keira. Poor Lydia toppled the block several times, and received a cane stroke each time. Only when she was finally able to pace across the room twice without letting it fall did Keira let her slave girls undress her and go to bed. They pleasured her until their Mistress was exhausted, and as a reward Keira let them bring each other to a climax; she was too tired herself to bother with pleasuring her slaves. Lydia relished her time with Amber, sucking her breasts and sex languidly, prolonging the experience as much as she could; she didn't know when she would next be allowed to do so. Finally Keira took each girl to a separate padded cage where they slept for the night.

The next morning they served Keira breakfast and bathed her, and after they themselves had eaten Keira ordered them to stand at attention in the upper room while she got something for them. When she came upstairs the slave girls could she carried a pair of belts; they looked like the strapons Amber had seen before, but were made a little differently. Amber kept her hands clasped behind her neck, feet apart, as Keira looped the leather cord around her waist. The slave girl realized the phallus attached to it was on the inside, and it was pushed into her groin as the belt was buckled and locked round her. It was only a thin strap around her waist, with a cord running between the cheeks of her bottom; a firm, shaped piece of leather held the phallus in place inside her. Keira put the other belt around Lydia.

“There,” said the Amazon. “That should discourage any inappropriate contact. No go to the Matron's, and be back by afternoon.

Amber's cheeks turned bright red. She was used to her constant nudity, but this was worse—everyone would be able to see she was wearing the belt and would know what it was for. The whole village would know she was being penetrated. She lost her composure for a moment and begged Keira with watering eyes to spare her this humiliation, but Keira only gave her a firm swat on the bottom and sent the two women away.

Outside, Amber could feel the phallus constantly rubbing inside her, tormenting her as she walked. She was becoming quickly aroused and had no way to relieve herself. Lydia's cheeks looked just as flush as her own. By the time she reached the Matron's temple, she could feel a little moisture running silently down her leg and pleaded inwardly that no one noticed. Natalie was there, too, and flashed her a knowing smile. The slave girls took the firewood they had gathered and carried it to the large central chamber inside the building, which housed an ornate fireplace where an entire animal could be cooked. Each trip Amber made caused her a little more of the pleasant agony, and she quietly whimpered for release. But while the continuous presence of the phallus inside her was enough to cause her arousal, it was not enough to cause her to climax. She and Lydia were subdued as they walked, looking at no one and saying as little as possible. The wood chaffed her skin as she carried it around, but that was not her primary concern.

As they worked, Amber saw the Matron's twin slave girls walking about on some errand for their Mistress; she greeted them cordially and one of them, Jessica, place a furtive hand between her legs and gave her a wicked smile as she passed. Amber whimpered quietly.

“Not so fun to be teased, is it?” the twin whispered to her. Amber wordlessly shook her head. But it wasn't Amber the twins were looking for. They found Natalie and cornered her as she entered the central chamber with the fireplace, each twin taking an arm of hers.

“Is something wrong?” Natalie asked nervously. The twins smiled conspiratorially at one another and dragged Natalie to the far wall. There were hooks and rings adorning the wall, as with every other Amazon dwelling, and the twins raised Natalie's arms and spread her legs apart, clipping her wrist cuffs to them. They were spaced so that Natalie had to stand on her toes and stretch herself as far as she could.

“You're not angry at me, are you?” she asked them, looking nervous. She realized that perhaps not everyone appreciated her sense of humor. Amanda ran her fingers through Natalie's short, light brown hair.

“This room could use some decoration,” she said to her sister. “Doesn't she look nice up here?” Jessica nodded.

“I'm really sorry,” said Natalie. “I just wanted to, you know, spice things up a bit for you; relieve the boredom,” she said sincerely.

“Do you like to laugh?” asked Amanda. Natalie looked at her nervously. The Matron's slave girl took a decorative feather out of her hair and ran it gently along the skin of Natalie's raised armpit.

“No...please,” begged the helpless young woman as she began to giggle. Jessica took another feather and began doing the same. Natalie felt the tiny brushes against her stomach and neck, and began to laugh uncontrollably. With tears welling in her eyes, she begged her tormentors to stop, but the only stuffed a rag into her mouth to keep her voice from echoing in the hall. Natalie cast her eyes around desperately for the Matron, but she was nowhere to be seen. Presumably, the twins wouldn't have done this to her if there were any chance of getting caught. She squealed through the improvised gag as Jessica teased a feather over her nipple and blew gently on it. Natale strained against her cuffs but it was no use. Tears flowed freely down her face as her sensitive skin was assaulted by the vengeful twins.

Amber walked outside again, gathered some more wood, and brought it back; when she entered the hall again, Natalie was still at the twins' mercy, howling with choked laughter. When she came back again they were still at it; only on the third trip she made after they had started did they release their poor captive. Natalie profusely apologized and promised never to tease the twins again.

“We're still friends, aren't we?” asked Natalie.

“Of course,” said Amanda with a smile. “Now get back to work, lazy girl,” said the twin with a smirk as she slapped Natalie on the ass. Bleary eyed, Natalie helped the other two slave girls finish their chore. When the fireplace was ready the slave girls set up chairs and tables in the large dining area; Amber figured some kind of feast was being planned.

In the afternoon, Amber and Lydia returned to Keira's house, their work at the temple finished. Keira allowed them to remove their belts, but only to relieve themselves; after they had done so, they went right back on. The two slave girls spent most of the day in a daze, quietly cleaning the house and waiting on their Mistress, in a constant state of arousal but unable to feel satisfaction. Finally, in the evening, Keira stood over her kneeling slaves in the bedroom, and Amber hoped that this pleasant torment would at last be finished.

“I will allow one of you to climax tonight,” said Keira. “The other girl will sleep in her cage for the night. This is an important lesson.”

Amber and Lydia knelt in stony silence, waiting for their Mistress to continue.

“The one who will endure the most cane strokes will spend the night in my bed,” Keira explained. “The other goes to her cage. Understood?”

The kneeling young women nodded and said ”Yes, Mistress.” Amber wondered what sort of cruel lesson this was supposed to be. She was trained well enough by now that she did not give a word of protest.

“Will you endure ten strokes?” asked Keira to each of them. They both nodded. They knew she meant serious, welt-inducing strikes; not the milder stings that were sometimes used in light punishments. “Fifteen?” Again, they both nodded. “Twenty?” Lydia flinched, but reluctantly said yes. Amber did the same. “Twenty-five?” Amber said yes, but Lydia hesitated before finally, timidly saying yes again. But at the prospect of thirty, she blanched and said no more. Neither girl had endured that many full, hard strokes in one session before. Keira then looked at Amber, who gulped, looked Keira in the eye and said that yes, she would.

While Lydia continued to kneel, Keira took Amber and attached her cuffs to the familiar spreader bar, and spread her legs apart, taking her belt off and chaining her ankles to the ring bolts on the floor. She would not be able to move or even try to protect herself now.

“If you cannot endure,” said Keira, “You will go to your cage for the night and the belt will go back on. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Mistress,” said Amber in a low, meek voice. Keira brushed Amber's long hair over her shoulder, exposing her whole backside.

While Lydia remained motionless, Keira retrieved her lacquered cane and approached the helpless, spread-eagled blonde slave, pacing behind her and flexing the cane. After a couple swings in the air, she struck Amber's bare flesh across the bottom, eliciting a sharp cry from the helpless captive. She delivered more blows, creating a series of even stripes on Amber's back, upper legs and ass.

Amber began to regret her decision, and inwardly wondered if she could take much more. She tried to hold her tongue at first, as though it would somehow make it easier to endure, or perhaps out of some last vestige of pride, but after ten strokes she could no longer hold her cries. As the count approached twenty she sobbed in earnest, and her head bowed lower and lower, her long hair falling forward to cover her tear-streaked face. Her whole backside was on fire; now each stroke seemed to hit a welt that a previous one had made, making her practically scream. The last ten strokes only served to prolong the pain, as it had reached a crescendo.

But as the last ones were being delivered, Amber seemed to enter a kind of trance; she still cried out with each sting, but it was more out of habit than genuine pain. Time was suspended for her and, having retreated to her own private place inside her head, she felt she could endure thirty more strokes if she had to. The pain didn't matter so much anymore. Just as she was sinking deeper into her dreamlike haze, the whipping stopped, and Keira came around in front of her, lifting her chin up to look her the eye. Keira smiled, and kissed her on the forehead.

“You took that well.”

Amber was overcome with a powerful feeling of love for Keira, the woman who had just caned her so fiercely. For some reason, the compliment was enough to practically make her swoon. She would do anything to please her she thought. She didn't quite understand the feeling or where it came from, but she accepted it all the same. She let her head fall against Keira's bosom, as her Mistress stroked her hair and kissed her affectionately. Despite all the pain she had inflicted, Amber felt utterly safe in Keira' arms now. Keira went to her table and picked up a jar of soothing ointment, and gently rubbed it on Amber's back, her fingers moving delicately over her prized slave's welts and bruises. Amber flinched at the touch on her sore skin, but was grateful for the relief the ointment provided.

Keira next turned to Lydia, lifting her by the arm and binding her wrist cuffs together behind her. Her belt was removed as well but Lydia, knowing the belt she would not be able to satisfy herself, muttered a small protest, only to be quickly hushed by her Mistress.

“You have to learn patience,” said the Amazon. Lydia nodded meekly and lay down in her cage, dozing off to sleep after a long day's labors.

Keira released Amber from the spreader bar and floor rings, and the blonde immediately dropped to the floor and kissed her feet, thanking her for her discipline. Keira brought her over to her own bed, and Amber wasted no time in helping her Mistress undress. The two of them lay down together and embraced passionately. Keira thrust her fingers deeply into Amber's soaking wet pussy. The cane strokes had caused her to feel more than pain, it seemed, and after being aroused more or less all day, Amber achieved her first orgasm almost immediately, exhaling in a descending series of moans. She made love to Keira long into the night, until they were too tired to do anything but lie in each other's embrace.

Amber lay her head against Keira's breast, kissing her Mistress's nipple and muttering something under her breath as she drifted into a blissful sleep. “I'm yours, Mistress” seemed to be what she was saying. Keira smiled affectionately at her and stoked her long, golden hair.

“Yes dear, you're all mine,” she said.

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The next day proved to be an eventful one. Amber had correctly surmised that a feast was being planned in the Matron's temple, and Amazons from many other tribes arrived in Timberwood throughout the day as guests. Most of the local slave girls were busy serving and waiting on the various free men and women throughout the day. The first thing Keira did in the morning, however, after having taken breakfast with her two lovely slave girls was to take them down to the blacksmith in the town square. Upon their arrival in the hot, smoky shop she ordered them to kneel. The Amazon smith, a large, powerfully built woman, greeted Keira warmly.

“Ready for the piercing?” asked the smith. Keira nodded.

“I want to get it out of the way as soon as possible, please,” she said to her friend, and then gave her a couple of coins.

“I have some herb that will dull the pain,” said the smith. “Bring them up here to the table.”

Keira took Lydia first, and made her get on her hands and knees on top of a stone table. The brunette slave's wrist and ankle cuffs were bound in place. Lydia wondered what was meant by “piercing.” She looked at Amber questioningly, but her fellow slave only shrugged. Their ears and nipples were pierced already; what else could be done? Then, she felt the smith's rough hand rub something against her labia, and she felt her heart leap in her chest. They weren't going to put a needle through that part of her, were they?

She couldn't help but whimper a little, and Keira cradled her head to comfort her. Lydia felt the tender skin between her legs go a little numb, and soon a hot, sharp needle was pushed through the two outermost folds of skin, sterilizing and cauterizing the small holes it made. Lydia closed her eyes tightly and clenched her teeth. The smith put a small brass ring through each hole, sealed them in place, and Lydia was unbound from the table. She knelt down on the dirt floor again, her nether lips throbbing but not in excessive pain. Next it was Amber's turn, and she endured the same procedure as stoically as she could, more frightened than hurt. Keira commended her slaves for their bravery and showed them two small metal locks she had purchased. She commanded each girl to open her legs, and she then closed the lock around the new rings on each girl's labia, effectively closing off their most intimate areas until she chose to open them again.

“There,” she said. “That should keep you out of trouble.” Keira kept the small key to each lock on a cord around her wrist. Satisfied with her handiwork, she sent the girls to work for the day.

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Amber was sent to the great dining hall in the evening, just before the Amazons began their feast. She was not to be a serving girl for that evening, she learned; rather, the Matron had chosen her and a few of the most attractive slave girls to be “decorations.” Keira had arranged her hair carefully. A braid circled around Amber's head, and the rest of her long hair was braided down to her waist as well. Flowers were arranged around her head like a wreath, and her skin was creamed and perfumed. Once she arrived in the hall an Amazon took her and placed a metal bar across her back, to which her collar and wrist cuffs were attached, holding her hands in a raised position. A section of the long table was removed and Amber was placed, kneeling, in its place, and made to hold a pair of wine glasses in each hand. Careful arrangements of fruit and of flowers was placed on the table in front of her breasts and against her back. Amber turned her head as best she could and saw a few other pretty slave girls bound as she was at regular intervals along the table. Others were bound against the wall, arranged in a row like trophies of the Amazons'. She sighed with resignation; there was nothing to do but wait and look pretty until someone released her again. She made a fancy centerpiece for the table; the guests took the glasses from her hands when they wanted to drink and put them back again afterwards. Out of kindness they sometimes fed her scraps by hand.

Earlier, while the guests were still taking their seats, Natalie went to Amber and whispered to her.

“Just don't think about itching, whatever you do,” she whispered with a sly grin.

“Don't do that, or I'll have to kill you, and that would get me in a lot of trouble,” Amber whispered back.

“I'm only joking,” said Natalie an apologetic smile. “I don't think I'll be teasing anyone again; I learned my lesson.”

“I'll bet you have,” said Amber jokingly.

“Here, take this.” Natalie held a cup of wine to Amber's lips, and the bound slave sipped gratefully. “Do you remember how to pick locks?”

“Yes; I think I can do it now, but I'm not going to get into trouble,” said Amber.

“Too bad, it's fun,” said Natalie. She gave Amber a quick kiss on the cheek and returned to serving the Amazons before she was punished.

The Princess Penelope seemed to be the center of attention. She sat at the end of the long table, surrounded by her Amazon friends and guests, talking to several people at once. Talia, her faithful slave, looked extremely proud; she attended her Mistress so closely and asked if she needed anything so many times that Penelope sent her away for a while. Later Amber saw Talia approach the slave girls chained to the wall with a bowl of cool water, which she lifted for them to drink. Amber sipped gratefully when Talia offered it to her. She was becoming hungry and thirsty.

“You look radiant,” said Talia admiringly to her. “Isn't this wonderful?”

“I suppose so,” said Amer with a little less enthusiasm. “Do you know what they're talking about?”

“Some sort of alliance, I think,” said Talia. “I know they're planning something big and important.” She shrugged as though such matters did not concern her any more. Amber supposed no one was going to bother to explain anything to a lowly slave, so she would probably have to pass the evening in boredom. She thanked Talia, who left to serve the other guests.

As the evening drew on, the Amazons drank more and grew rowdier. Slave girls were kissed, fondled and pinched wherever they went; Amber saw Lydia down on her knees with her head between a regal-looking woman's legs, satisfying her. Several men were availing themselves of the other serving girls' charms as well. Even Penelope seemed to loosen up and drop her royal reserve, if only a little, and enjoy the merriment.

Eventually the gathered people began to call out for a more formal amusement. Someone brought out a narrow table that was curiously arched. Amber had a clear view and could see there were rings bolted onto each corner; apparently it was intended to restrain a victim on its curved back. Chandra, the fierce dark-hared Amazon, stood by it, a flogger in her hand, and asked for someone to volunteer for a demonstration.

“Perhaps our guest of honer would like to demonstrate with her own slave?” she called out.

Penelope's smile waned. “I don't know if Talia's ready for that,” she said quietly, nervous but hesitant to refuse.

“Well, we can ask her,” said Chandra. Several people laughed at the remark. Talia, by then back at Penelope's side, bravely stood up and asked to be used. The Amazons were suitably pleased by her show of obedience. Reluctantly, Penelope raised herself from her chair and took Talia to the arch shaped table. The slave girl was laid out on her back, her stomach and pelvis forced upward by the curve of the table, her wrists and ankles bound at the lower corners. It was not obvious by its appearance, but this was a difficult, awkward position to be bound in, and slaves were not usually subjected to it except as punishment. Lydia had been left on such a table for hours once, by her cruel former Mistress, and shuddered as she turned and looked at Talia now.

Chandra ran her free hand over Talia's smooth skin and caressed her teasingly.

“You will come for us, slave,” she ordered.

“Yes, Mistress,” said Talia, looking to Penelope for reassurance. As long as her Princess was nearby, Talia showed no fear.

Chandra splayed the ends of the flogger between Talia's parted legs, teasing her sex, which gradually became moist with the anticipation. Talia felt everyone's eyes on her. The crowd was momentarily silent, bemusedly waiting to see if this poor slave would be able to achieve an orgasm in such a difficult position, or if Chandra would have to punish her instead. Either way, it would be entertaining for them. Talia's back, arm and thigh muscles were uncomfortably stretched over the arch of the table. After just a little while they ached and throbbed, and it was hard to breathe normally. But Talia, raised an Amazon, was no stranger to hardship and her face bore no hint of discomfort. Chandra began to flog her in earnest, not terribly hard but enough to elicit a small moan from her victim. She payed special attention to Talia's breasts, flattened as they were by her outstretched position, and her sex. Talia's nipples hardened as the leather straps came down onto her bare skin. She closed her eyes and imagined it was Penelope who held the flogger, and her arousal increased. Chandra twirled the flogger in the air, slapping the short whips against Talia again and again. She struck the slave girl between the legs repeatedly, and Talia's breathing increased in speed and intensity.

Penelope stepped in and requested that Chandra let her do the flogging, and Chandra handed the instrument over to her with a smile. There was scattered applause from the crowd, who wanted to see how well this “princess” could handle a slave. Talia smiled when she saw the beautiful Penelope standing over her, whips in hand. The fiery haired princess whipped Talia harder than Chandra had, and Talia seemed to become even more roused. Penelope held the ends of the flogger in her off hand and bent them back, snapping them at Talia's sex. The slave girl cried out in both pain and pleasure. Penelope repeated the motion several times, and then did it again to Talia's breasts. She rubbed the handle against Talia's moist pussy, and the bound young woman bit her lip and moaned heavily. As she seemed to be working up to a climax, Penelope slapped the flogger against her vulnerable sex again and again until Talia cried out in passion. Chandra ran her hand between Talia's legs and felt the wetness of her sex, satisfied that her climax was real. The crowd applauded and resumed their revelry.

Penelope unbound Talia and let her rub her sore muscles, and massaged her back. Talia knelt and kissed her feet submissively, then did the same to Chandra, and kissed the flogger when Penelope held it out to her.

“You did well,” said Penelope. “You should have a reward.” Some might have said she was being too indulgent to her slave, but Penelope was grateful not only for Talia's obedience, but that she had let Penelope impress her Amazon friends; by showing she could dominate a slave she showed she was one of them, and luckily Talia was a natural submissive. The brown haired woman looked at the floor meekly and hesitated.

“Go ahead,” said Penelope. “Tell me what you want; I won't be angry.”

“If it pleases you, Mistress,” said Talia humbly, “I would love for Amber to join us tonight.” She looked up at Penelope and blushed. “It's just...she looks so beautiful, like you...”

Penelope gently put a finger to Talia's lips. “Say no more,” she said. “I'll ask Keira if Amber can spend the night with us.”

“Oh, thank you, Mistress!”

As the guests and native Amazons retired for the evening, Amber stepped softly through the corridor to Penelope's guest chamber. She opened the door to a spacious, comfortable looking bedroom—a much more inviting one than the cell in which Amber had stayed on her previous visit to the Matron's temple as a punishment. Penelope sat on one of the low, cushioned sofas that the Amazons preferred as furnishings, combing her radiant hair with one hand and holding an expensive looking mirror in the other. She wore only a silk robe, opened in the front so that it exposed her beautifully formed breasts almost to the nipple. Behind her, Talia massaged her Mistress. Penelope smiled warmly at Amber.

“You're looking very beautiful tonight,” said the Princess. “Come here.” Amber blushed and went into the room, kneeling on the soft carpet in front of Penelope. The Princess took Amber's chin

in hand and examined her. Compared to Amber's, the Princess's face and lips were a little wider and fuller, and her figure was more rounded. Amber thought she looked perfect.

“Come onto my lap,” said the Princess invitingly. She put her comb and mirror aside. When Amber rose, Penelope put her face down over her knee, and crossed Amber's wrists behind her. Amber wasn't sure how to feel. Penelope had been her superior back in old their home, but she had also considered her a friend; here, however, Penelope seemed to have fully adopted the Amazon outlook and regarded Amber as any other slave. She slapped her hand on Amber's bottom several times, leaving red, hand shaped marks on the younger woman's pale, creamy skin. Amber winced but made no sound; the Princess was only playing with her. Amber had once fantasized about this; she could hardly believe it was coming true! She could not control the arousal welling between her legs. She had thought it might be awkward coming here to see Penelope, but instead she felt terribly excited.

“Now, what am we to do with you tonight, h'm?” asked Penelope softly.

“Whatever you want, Mistress,” said Amber with a smile. She found she liked being under Penelope's control. It was a different feeling than she had with Keira; she supposed every Mistress felt different. Penelope was just as confident and commanding, but more gentle and feminine at the same time. Amber felt the same maternal warmth that she had from the Matron.

After reddening Amber's bottom, Penelope had her stand up.

“Why don't you and Talia enjoy each other for a while?” she said.

“Yes, please, Mistress,” said Talia gratefully. Talia took Amber by the hand, and the blonde woman meekly followed her to the bed. Together they sat down, and Talia took Amber in her arms almost immediately. Talia had a sweet, expressive face, Amber thought, and her shining brown hair had grown out a bit since they had last been together intimately. Her figure was still lean and athletic from her Amazon upbringing, and Amber found her quite attractive. Talia devoured Amber's breasts, and ran her fingers luxuriantly through her fellow slave's long golden hair. Amber closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. At times like this, she thought, she loved being a pleasure slave. What better occupation could there be than to bring such joy to others?

Talia straightened her leg out and Amber straddled it; she felt a pleasurable pressure as her pussy lips rubbed against Talia's. She hoped the new rings on her labia didn't irritate her fellow slave; they didn't seem to so far. At least Keira had removed her lock for tonight. They kissed each other passionately on the lips, and Amber felt a mounting surge of ecstasy building deep inside. As she moaned louder, she heard Penelope's voice commanding them.

“Very nice, girls,” said the Princess. “But you don't want to come before your Mistress, do you?” she asked. Talia quickly sat up on her knees and shook her head guiltily. Amber sat up as well, waiting patiently for Penelope's next command. The Princess had obviously been enjoying watching the slave girls make love; her robe was undone and one of her hands was rubbing her nipple. She had also picked up a long, thin switch that she held in her other hand.

“Do you want to come and suckle me?” she asked Talia, who nodded eagerly. Amber answered yes to the same question. Penelope beckoned them and the knelt before her, each slave girl taking one of her exquisite breasts in their mouth. Penelope encouraged them with her switch, and Amber felt the sharp sting on her backside if she was not enthusiastic enough. After a few minutes of the slaves' pleasant attentions, Penelope stood up and let her robe fall to the ground. Amber looked at Talia and saw a look of sheer adoration; as attracted as Talia had been to Amber, no one could replace her Mistress. Penelope took the girls to bed, tethering their neck collars with long leashes to ring bolts on each side. It was a formality, of course, but it reminded Amber than however close she had been to Penelope before, she was just a slave here and now. They did not sleep a great deal that night, as the Princess availed herself of her willing and eager slave girls' affections. Amber heard a gentle rain falling outside that made her feel even more comfortable in the bed, and wished the night would never end.

“It will be a while before I can rest like this again,” said Penelope. Amber asked what she meant, but the Princess told her not to worry. Amber guessed she was thinking about whatever plans she had made with the Amazons.

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