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The Amazon's Prize (PsionicCuttlefish & Madam Mim)

PsionicCuttlefish

PsionicCuttlefish

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Apr 10, 2012
Bardon was not having a good day.

In fact, it hadn't been the best week, though it started out on a high enough note, and should have ended in vindicating triumph. The soldier-of-fortune gladiator was fairly well-known among the region as an expert monster-slayer, as well as a winner of several local fighting tournaments, though he hadn't yet competed in a major tournament in the big city. Still, he had a very comfortable amount of fame, wealth, and women coming his way. But, as men like him are, he always wanted more. Bigger fights, greater fame, more wealth. To that end, he had started the day to go hunting in the Kolee Jungle, near the town he was passing through. The locals had told stories of beasts well-known to them, but none so great and elusive as the Tuskchargers, supposedly a beast like a wild boar, except twice as big and--most famously--with a face of nothing but tusks. The head of one of those would make an excellent addition mounted on the wall of his lodge. So, Bardon had entered the jungle almost a week ago, intent on tracking and claiming a trophy.

The jungle was harsh, but Bardon was accustomed to hardship and challenges. Tracking a Tuskcharger was harder, but Bardon persisted, and finally picked up a trail. Then, he finally found the beast, and set about slaying it. Though the Tuskcharger was indeed powerful and exceptionally dangerous, like most beasts it wasn't particularly bright. Bardon's weapons, his skill, and his own strength won out over the creature, even though it kept going even with Bardon's spear clean through its chest. Once he was sure it was dead, Bardon felt that familiar thrill of victory, of proving he was better than what faced him. Thus, he had begun to cut off the Tuskcharger's head so he could take it back home as proof of his deed.

Then...she showed up.

Bardon had no idea who she was individually, but he had a pretty good idea where she came from. The locals had also whispered stories of jungle-dwelling savages who liked to prey on intruders in the Kolee Jungle. The other towns and cities near the jungle had similar stories, especially the trading posts that maintained a caravan trail that cut through part of the jungle. If the savages found someone, they were never seen again. If the person was male, that is. Every now and then a trading carriage was raided, but the only survivors were women if there were any, who told wild stories that the savages were warrior-females who would defeat the men in combat and take them away to unknown fates. Bardon had scoffed at such notions, attributing it to exagerration and hyperbole. He could handle some uncivilized savages if he saw any, especially if they were women. Which only made what happened even more burning and humiliating for Bardon.

He had just finished cutting off the beast's head when a single wild woman lept out from the trees to attack him. Bardon counterattacked, and they engaged in a long and drawn-out battle. Bardon could scarcely believe it. She was faster than him, taller than him, and moved with more skill than him, despite his mind insisting it was impossible. Finally, Bardon got fed up and tried to take down the woman with a grappling move that would negate her speed and grace, as it was a contest of pure physical strength that gave advantage to the one who was stronger. Except she was stronger than him. To Bardon's horror, the woman turned the move back on him, and the next thing he knew, he was being pummeled into submission.

Which led directly to his current situation; Bardon, the brown-haired, six-foot-two man, built like a lion, winner of multiple champion titles, never before defeated in a fight that didn't involve magic or wizards...was bruised, blindfolded, gagged, had his arms bound behind his back, and had a rope around his neck that was leading him to Shining-Fist-knows-where. A woman had beaten him. A woman. He couldn't believe it. He seethed in anger, his ego not letting him accept the reality.

Not yet, at least...
 
It had been a pretty good day for Noriam.

The day had started out peacefully, waking up between two of her strongest men to find them competing for her attention, which they knew always brought a smile to her face. She had killed two mountain lions the day before, so there was enough food for everyone in her house. She had been tracking a Tuskcharger when she had found it in the clearing--being wrestled by a man. A very attractive, very strong man. She smiled gently as she watched from the shadows for the outcome. When the man won, that sealed it for her. She had to have him.

Noriam had leapt from the cover of the vegetation and attacked the man. He'd put up a good fight, an honorable attempt, but she had easily won. She knew she would. And so now she led him to her village deep in the heart of the jungle, his lead in one hand and the tuskcharger he'd killed slung over the other shoulder, its head still dangling by a thin ligament. No sense in wasting meat, leather, or ivory after all. She had enough cloth for a gag, but hadn't a blindfold on her and she didn't want him revealing her village's location should he escape, so once he'd been successfully bound she had taken the thin cloth that really only covered the nipples and then some of her ample breasts and tied it around his eyes.

He was cute, really, with how much he had resisted. With skin the color of cinnamon and bright green eyes, Noriam had four or five inches on him and though her muscle was lean unlike his, she was much stronger. She pulled her hip-length black hair over her shoulder as she tugged him along, now and then glancing back to make sure he wasn't trying to escape.

Noriam's Amazonian sisters called out to her as she passed once they reached the village. They congratulated her on the catch and wished her luck. She smiled and called back as a few men in cages outside of the doors to a few huts shook their heads and mumbled sympathies for "the poor bastard." Finally they reached Noriam's hut, which was woven from the still-living branches of the tree which formed the main pillar of the dwelling. Inside was large, but only had one room. Eight men were busy with various things; cooking, cleaning, repairing clothes, carving or sharpening weapons. Noriam ducked through the doorway and was greeted enthusiastically, which she returned in kind.

"Clean this," she commanded, tossing the animal carcass to the least well-muscled of the group. "Maybe the work will make you stronger."

"Yes, my love," the man mumbled, bowing his head before taking the animal and borrowing a knife from one of the others.

"As for you..." Noriam smiled and forced her new prize to his knees before tearing off the blindfold and taking the gag out of his mouth. "You are to strong to keep you unbound yet," she mused, patting his head. One of the strongest men had come over and embraced her from behind, wrapping his arms around her waist and nuzzling her neck lovingly.

"Shall I show him what to do, my goddess?" he asked softly, planting a gentle kiss on her neck by her ear. She leaned back on him and thought for a few moments. While she thought the man, who's name was Lyst, pulled the thin loincloth from her body and caressed her sweetly, kissing her shoulders and rubbing her gently.

No hair grew on the Amazon below her eyelashes. Her body was completely smooth, not even marred by peach fuzz. And so with Noriam standing before him, Bardon was faced with a smooth, slick cunt that was being gently teased by large, calloused fingers. With the free hand not holding the lead, she reached back and ran her hand through Lyst's hair.

"No, my dear," she said softly. "I think he needs to learn on his own. But you may watch if you desire."

"Very well, Mistress Noriam." He kissed her shoulder again and backed away, cuddling up with a man called Darshe. They knew their Mistress liked seeing them cuddling and touching each other or themselves while they watched her with someone else. Lyst was already semi-hard when he retreated to the corner to watch. Noriam, never one to disappoint, yanked on Bardon's leash hard enough to cause him to fall forward with his lips at her lower lips. Lyst began to touch himself as she put a hand on Bardon's head and forced his face against her pussy.
 
Bardon had no idea how long they walked for, or even in what direction, but he kept up the pace with the woman who was leading him long past where other men might have needed a rest. Bardon, however, was loath to show any kind of weakness, and he could march all day if he had to.

But after a few hours, Bardon started hearing new sounds, distant and jumbled, but they slowly began to get louder and more distinct as they approached. Bardon realized it was many, many voices, people walking about...the sounds of a town or village, actually. Where was he now?

Bardon heard the woman who was leading him like a donkey call out, and she was answered by more female voices. Bardon raised an eyebrow under his blindfold, but then he heard new voices, male voices, much closer...and it was almost like they were talking to or referring to Bardon. But that couldn't be, because they were saying things like "She got another poor sod..." "You're in for it now, man." "Good luck, you're gonna need it..." "Hope your will was in order." Bardon simply walked with his head held defiantly high.

In short order, Bardon then surmised they had entered some sort of dwelling, judging by the darkening of his blindfold and the change in acoustics that didn't sound like outdoors anymore. He heard multiple male voices greet 'Noriam', who must be the woman in front of Bardon. There were men here, but they seemed friendly to her? What was going on here? Bardon then heard 'Noriam' give out a command to someone to do a chore...and he heard a male voice respond with a subservient affirmative.

What.

Women ordering men around? What kind of sick place was this? The next thing Bardon knew, he was forced to his knees, and the blindfold and gag was removed from his head. Bardon blinked at the light, but his vision quickly adjusted...and his eyes widened in indignant shock. He was in some kind of large hut or house, but there were men all about, at least five that he could see, clad in loincloths at best, all performing some kind of menial labor or work, women's work. But then 'Noriam' was in front of him, without the breast-covering cloth he had seen her in when he fought her, and he realized that had been his blindfold. She was telling him he couldn't be unbound, and patted his head of all things. Bardon shook his head and pulled away with a huff.

But the surprises just kept coming, as a man who looked almost as strong as Bardon came up behind Noriam, and instead of attacking her, embraced her and touched her like a lover. Bardon was disgusted. What was wrong with these men? Still, with standing in full view in front of him, and with the man behind her divesting her of her last garment, Bardon had to at least acknowledge just how statuesque she was, taller than any of the other men in the hut (including himself!), with the perfectly toned muscles of someone who had kept in absolute peak physical form for years. All in all, unlike any woman Bardon had ever seen (or laid with). He was slightly intrigued by the differences. But he still didn't like her. She was a woman, women weren't supposed to be strong.

She then mentioned that he needed to 'learn' something, at which Bardon snorted. She thought she could 'teach' him something? Well, he'll see about that...though, he wasn't quite prepared for her to suddenly yank his makeshift rope-leash, causing his body to pitch forward...and his face to land squarely between Noriam's legs, right before he felt a hand firmly holding his head in place. Bardon couldn't believe it. She dared to degrade him by trying to control him like this, make him serve her? Though the moisture from Noriam's slit did have a pleasant sweet smell to it, Bardon stubbornly kept his mouth shut, tried to shake and turn his head away, and rolled his shoulders and pulled with his arms, futilely trying to escape his rope bindings, but trying nontheless.

All the men in the hut had stopped for a moment to watch, before they collectively shook their heads at Bardon's resistance. "He'll learn eventually. We all did..." One muttered, and the men who had chores returned to them.
 
Noriam sighed at her new prize. She should have expected as much. He had looked stubborn from the beginning, and that he had come into such a notoriously dangerous jungle to behead a tuskcharger demonstrated that he was proud. Lyst had been proud, too...but she had broken his pride and now he was probably the most devoted to her of any in the room, though they all loved their Mistress with their entire beings.

"Perhaps he doesn't know what to do," suggested Darshe, who was newest to the household, though second only to Lyst in strength. He had never seen Noriam break another man before.

"You don't remember what you were like, do you?" Lyst chuckled, wrapping an arm around Darshe and tucking him into his chest. Before they had come here, both of them had found pleasure in the company of both men and women, and Noriam allowed them to find pleasure in each other when she chose someone else. Though they often competed for her favor both physically and sexually, Lyst and Darshe had grown quite close as lovers.

"I don't remember ever not wanting to love Noriam," Darshe admitted. "I remember a life of misery before...then she found me and all I've ever wanted since is to please her."

"You're sweet," Noriam said, rewarding Darshe with a smile. "You've chosen well, Lyst."

"Thank you, Mistress," Lyst returned, kissing Darshe's forehead, "but above all else it's you who has my undying devotion." Any man in the room, including the two lovers, would kill one another if their Mistress bade them.

"As for you..." Noriam knelt in front of Bardon. "The quicker you give in, the less painful it'll be for you, you know. Everyone breaks in the end." She smiled and stood again. "So let's try this again, shall we?" She pulled the rope again, holding Bardon's head in place and waiting for him to respond correctly.
 
Bardon mostly stopped struggling once Noriam let go of him after realizing he wasn't going to cooperate with her demands. Then some of the other men chimed in with some side-commentary, casually condescending Bardon and praising the Amazon. Bardon coudln't believe his ears, what he was hearing from these spineless might-as-well-be-castrated men. He turned his head towards Lyst and Darshe, and shot them a glare that clearly said 'you traitors'.

He turned his head back towards Noriam when she kneeled down to him, to explain the situation point-blank. He didn't doubt that she would carry out her threats against him, but he was confident that he could not be broken. The very idea of a wench bending him to her will was laughable in his mind. When she yanked on the leash again, he was prepared, and leaned his body back and braced his knees on the floor to let his weight and strength resist being pulled forward. "No. Do your worst. I'll never bow to a woman." Bardon spat with insolent venom.

The whole house immediately went very quiet after Bardon said that, as all eight men-slaves again stopped what they were doing and turned, wide-eyed, to look at the upstart male. They couldn't believe how this man had audaciously disrepected Noriam like that, and shuddered to think of the torments she was going to put him through until he willingly submitted to her. The first man to recollect himself and return to what he was doing was actually Damon, the one who was commanded to clean the tuskcharger carcass, and the weakest of Noriam's slaves; the one who was allowed to pleasure his mistress least often and recieved the least rewards, and was occasionally picked on by the other men in the pecking order. He hummed happily as he carved up the animal. For once, he wasn't going to be the lowest on the totem pole! For a little while, at least...
 
Noriam sighed. She really did hate using force when breaking her men; her people were all about love. That's why they lived how they lived, was through loved according to the commands of the Mother Goddess. But unfortunately, it seemed like almost every man needed force in one way or another. The only man she hadn't had to break with force was her first, who happened to be Damon.

"I was afraid you'd say that," Noriam sighed. "How unfortunate. Torom, fetch me the switch, darling. And the mushrooms, while you're at it."

A well-muscled red headed man stood from his cooking fire and wordlessly dug into a trunk in the back of the large room. It was a chest full of toys, and the switch wasn't always used for just training purposes. Once he'd found the long, slender switch he also dug into a pouch and extracted an ordinary-looking mushroom cap, then handed both to his mistress wordlessly. She kissed him in thanks, then stood over Bardon.

"For your insolence and disobedience I'm forced to punish you," she explained before literally ripping his shirt from his body. She tossed it to the man sewing. "Make what you can of that."

Several times the switch came down hard and fast. It whistled through the air just before striking Bardon's skin, leaving vivid pink welts. There were ten lashes in all, though three caught him with the tip and drew a little blood. No more than would a common housecat scratch. Keeping a hold of his rope, she forced his mouth open.

"Now you'll eat this," she commanded, forcing his jaws apart with her strong fingers. She shoved half the mushroom cap down his throat, then covered his nose and mouth until he swallowed. Once he had, she checked his mouth then, satisfied he'd actually eaten it, she stood again. The effects of the mushroom almost immediately showed on Bardon and Noriam raised an eyebrow, impressed.

"We'll see the tune you sing after a few hours of that," she said with a self-satisfied smirk.

The mushroom was an incredibly powerful aphrodisiac whose effects wore off only once the consumer had reached his or her release. The amount she'd given Bardon would ensure his raging erection would last days, at least a week, if he didn't submit to her. Noriam led him out of the home and pushed him into a cage similar to the others. His hands were kept bound behind his back so he could neither rub one out nor attempt to escape and his lead was tied to one of the bars before the cage was locked. Once it was, Noriam straightened and waved, smiling at a young woman approaching. She looked to be no more than sixteen or seventeen; Lyst's daughter was coming over to have a look at her mother's new man.
 
Bardon figured that this woman was going to try and 'punish' him after he refused her commands. When she spoke to another one of the menslaves, Bardon listened carefully. A switch and a 'mushroom'? A switch didn't sound so bad, but a mushroom...was she going to poison him? Bardon snorted at the thought. Well, at least he'd die proud and unbroken.

Bardon tried not to react when she tore his shirt off and threw it to another manslave, and steeled himself for what was to come. When the bite of the switch tasted his skin, he closed his eyes and firmly clamped his mouth shut. The blows stung, but they actually weren't that bad. Bardon disliked pain as much as the next guy, but he'd suffered worse in fights before. Really, it was more his pride that was being harmed, having his skin marked by a woman like this. He hated it. By the tenth strike, he had only huffed slightly, and then...nothing else came. He cracked an eye open. That was it? That was hardly anything. His ego promptly rose a bit. If that was the best a woman could do, he didn't have anything to fear.

Meanwhile, Jarrad, the man who was sewing some of Noriam's clothes and had caught Bardon's ripped shirt, shuffled in place restlessly as he watched Bardon's punishment out of the corner of his eye. Noriam knew that of her menslaves, Jarrad got off the most from the switch, and was always jealous when it was used on someone else.

While Bardon was praising himself, he suddenly found Noriam in his face again, as in literally grabbing his face. He perfunctorily tried to struggle, but she was still damned stronger than he was, and succeedd in forcing his jaw open and shoving the mushroom down his throat. Bardon tried to spit it out, but Noraim was clearly prepared for that and prevented it, and Bardon had no choice but to swallow or choke.

Bardon immediately tried to brace himself for whatever kind of burning posion she could possibly have just put him in, even if it was probably deadly. Well...braced for every kind of 'burning', except one. He felt the heat begin to rise inside of him, and he closed his eyes, ready for the end with the posion to eat him from the inside...except he didn't feel any pain. Rather, he felt...unusually good. Bardon looked down, and gasped slightly. His rod was quickly hardening beneath his pants, and Bardon could feel his loins beginning to desire satisfaction.

Bardon could not say he expected anything like this, as Noraim told him he'd be under its influence for 'several hours'. He actually felt the smallest pang of worry and doubt, but he was still mostly certain that he could withstand this as well. He couldn't let a woman get the better of him...he couldn't. In short order, Bardon was taken outside and shoved into a cage, and locked in while still bound in such a way as he couldn't use his hands on himself. The good feeling wasn't too 'bad' yet, but he could feel his body gradually get hotter with arousal. Bardon did the only thing he could, and took deep, controlled breaths to try and retain mastery of his own body. He only took vauge notice of the approaching girl, aside from recognizing that she had similar features to Noriam.

Damon, meanwhile, finally finished his labor of carving up the tuskcharger and separating its hide, meat, and bones for the other men to process. It was indeed hard work for him, tuskchargers were quite tough, and Damon wiped sweat from his brow from having done the work so quickly. He got up and approached Noriam, giving her the especially respectful address by first touching the collar around his neck, then getting to his knees and bowing to the ground for her. "I have finished the task you gave me, Mistress Noriam. I hope it pleases you."
 
Noriam called over to Jarrad that he would get his later, which seemed to make him perk up a little. She then looked down at Bardon, glad she hadn't removed his pants to make it just that much harder on him. When the girl reached Noriam, they hugged; the elder's total nudity and the younger's almost-nudity didn't seem to bother either of them.

"I heard you had a new one," the girl said, smiling down at Bardon. She eyed his erection appreciatively. "How long has he been like that?"

"Only a few minutes," Noriam answered with a casual shrug. "If he lasts the full week, I'll give him the other half."

The girl scoffed. "Mother, please. When have you ever known one to last more than a few hours?"

"Your father lasted an entire day once," she pointed out with a small smile. "But of course, that was after he had accepted my collar, and was part of a friendly wager. How's yours coming along, Ibana?"

Ibana sighed. "Still resisting, but he got hungry enough to eat this morning. I think I'm getting close."

Noriam patted her daughter's arm. "You'll get there. He's only your first, after all; you'll learn. Just don't be afraid to be strict with them."

When Damon came up to his mistress, she smiled and nudged him gently with her toe. "Rise, Damon. That was very good, working so quickly for me." She petted his head and kissed his forehead gently. "When I'm done talking to Ibana, you may have a reward. Perhaps even right here, so we can show our new guest what he's missing out on." She smiled and glanced down at Bardon while caressing Damon's hair like a pet.
 
Bardon shifted his limbs slightly to get more comfortable inside the cage, while he continued to breath steadily and evenly. What Noriam had done to him actually wasn't so bad. He felt good, with his cock pulsing in his pants and bulging out, it was perfectly fine with him to be hot and turned on. He couldn't think of how this was supposed to be a punishment, but for now, he figured he'd just sit back and enjoy the feeling of arousal.

He did take notice of Noriam talking to another Amazon, 'Ibana'. Bardon furrowed his brow, hearing them mention the second half of the mushroom cap he'd been fed, and about how no man had ever lasted a full week under its effects, though one had lasted for a day. Apparently, that was supposed to be impressive. Bardon rolled his eyes. The two Amazons continued to chat, and from context, he figured that Ibana was trying to 'break' a male of her own. Fight the good fight, brother. Bardon thought in his mind. Then there was that other man, a not-very-impressive looking one, who was debasing himself before the Amazon while she gave him trite praise. Bardon certainly didn't think of that weakling as a real man in any way. For now, he just leaned his head back against the bars of the cage, jaw still held high, and continued to enjoy the warm sensation in his loins.

Meanwhile, when Noriam nudged him and commanded him to rise, Damon did so immediately (but not too quickly). While he didn't particularly enjoy the grunt work and chores that were often heaped upon him, especially when he was essentially 'last place' in Noriam's choice of her menslaves, he still craved and looked forward to even the smallest of touches or rewards from her. Despite the unfairness of it, he didn't want to do anything to risk the scraps he was given. Thus, as Noriam was running her hand through his hair, even giving him a small kiss on his forehead and telling him he would get a proper reward, his eyes fluttered and his mouth parted slightly to let out a sigh. Even this simple contact and acknowledgement from his owner made him feel content enough. "Thank you, goddess, thank you so much, any reward would be enough for me, just feeling your touch is fulfilling..." He leaned his head into Noriam's hand, as he raised both of his own to contact Noriam's forearm and rub her lovingly.

Another one of Noriam's slaves, Thaddeus, had just finished his own task he'd been working on since before Noriam arrived, which was fletching her a new set of arrows for her bow to replace ones that had been lost. He got up and headed towards the doorway of the house, nodding to Darshe and Lyst as he passed, who had relocated themselves to where they could watch Noriam outside while they remained cuddling together. Thaddeus walked up behind Noriam and gently rested his hands on her sides. "If our goddess will be rewarding the runt soon, shall I help her feel properly warmed up and loved enough herself?" He questioned softly as his hands and fingers crept up Noriam's stomach to underneath her amazing Amazonian rack. Out of Noriam's menslaves, he had quite a breast-fetish.


(OOC: Though Bardon's confident now, he'll start changing his tune eventually as well, I'm thinking he'll be able to hold out until next morning, but that will be his limit. Unless you want him to actually last the full week and get another dose of the mushroom, though that would be inexplicably 'special'...)
 
Ibana chuckled at the way Damon worshipped her mother. She'd never been able to take him seriously as a man, a slave, or a lover to her mother. He was pathetic in her eyes and she didn't know why Noriam kept him around. Perhaps because if she set him free, he would die out in the wilderness without her before reaching civilization. Who knew?

"I'll leave you to your rewards then, Mother," Ibana laughed as Thaddeus came out. "Otherwise you might have a fight on your hands. Then everyone would get punished and that's just not as much fun."

"You're not going to say hello to your father?"

Ibana shrugged. "He seems busy with Darshe at the moment; I don't want to interrupt." Noriam glanced inside to see Lyst and Darshe cuddled up, caressing each other and occasionally kissing gently. She smiled and shook her head.

"Those two...Alright then darling. Good luck with...what's his name again?"

"Tyron."

"Tyron." Noriam nodded. "Good luck with Tyron." Ibana bid her mother farewell before Noriam turned her attention to the men vying for her attention. "Now Thaddeus, that wasn't very nice. Just because Damon isn't as strong or as fast as the others doesn't mean he's a runt." She continued to pet his head. "He's just a gentle soul." She smiled and groaned slightly as Thaddeus's hands crept up over her breasts. She had always enjoyed how much he worshipped her breasts. "But yes...I think a little warm-up would be good. Damon, you may watch. Perhaps you'll learn a few things." Noriam turned and draped her arms over Thaddeus's shoulders. She was much taller than him and when they were both standing he would be able to comfortably rest his head on the tops of her breasts. "Show me what you had in mind, my dear," the Amazon purred.
 
Thaddeus paid careful attention to his goddess as she admonished him for namecalling Damon. While he didn't think Damon deserved much attention from Noriam, as it was strength and capability that was regarded, he wouldn't dare to not comply with her wishes. "Of course, goddess, if you say so. It will not happen again." He acquieced while cupping Noriam's heavy tits as she gave Damon a few more pats. Damon, for his part, continued to sigh and lean into the Amazon's hand until she told him to watch Thaddeus warm her up, at which point he opened his eyes, stood back, and nodded.

"Yes, goddess, I will learn what I can." He said, though he still didn't appreciate most of the other men or their picking on him, and shot Thaddeus a brief frown while Noriam's back was turned.

Thaddeus ignored Damon and focused entirely on the towering woman before him, and more particularly, her two large womanly assets that were perfectly at head-height for him. Thaddeus had been a master carpenter, and though he didn't make very much money, he made enough to live semi-comfortably. Though, it probably didn't help that he mostly held his job only so that he could support his habit of putting all his spare coin to getting large-chested wenches into his bed. Like most men, he had fought back when Noriam ambushed him while he was transporting some of his wares through the forest road, but he had been the quickest man to willingly submit to Noriam when he realized that not only was she far physically superior to any wench he'd had, he would actually get sex with that godly body on a semi-regular basis and be allowed to (mostly) have his way with her divine rack.

Thaddeus grinned happily up at Noriam as he began to carry out just what he had in mind. He started by using his hands to 'weigh' Noriam's assets by pressing up under her boobs, though they were large enough that they simply couldn't fit in his hands. He then moved his hands up and around while rubbing his fingers into the flesh of her orbs, and made circles around the areolas, until Noriam's nipples were nice and stiff. Once prepared, Thaddeus took Noriam's nipples between his thumbs and forefingers to give them little tugs and pinches, before he leaned his head forward and opened his mouth to give one of Noriam's nipples some tongueplay. After licking for a few moments, he gently took the puffy nub between his teeth for light nibbling, then finally locked his lips on her skin and suckled on her breast. He coaxed a few squirts of motherly milk into his mouth, which caused him to moan in bliss as his eyes rolled slightly back. He had tasted many women, but an Amazon was by far the most sweetly decadent. Not to ignore any part of Noriam's amazingly matronly rack, Thaddeus then gave the same treatment to her other breast.

In his cage, Bardon couldn't help but watch the tit-worship out of the corner of his eye. He appreciated a fine pair as much as any man, and he had to admit that the Amazon, while proportioned with herself, was relatively the most well-endowed woman he'd ever seen. He couldn't help but imagine himself massaging and suckling those huge tits, but of course with the Amazon on her back and him firmly in control. He sighed at his own fantasy and leaned back in the cage again as his erection continued to throb in his pants from the influence of the mushroom-cap aphrodisiac.
 
Noriam smiled as Thaddeus weighed her breasts in his hands. She was half-convinced that by now he knew by heart how much her breasts weighed, how full they filled his hands. When she needed attention to her breasts, Noriam always knew Thaddeus could deliver. He had submitted the quickest to her which was something she always kept in mind when it was his turn. She groaned as his fingers circled her nipples and areolas.

"Mmm...sometimes being predictable is a good thing," the Amazon grinned, running a hand through Thaddeus's hair. She bit her lip as he ran his tongue around her hard nipples then his teeth gently met hers.

A small gasp escaped her lips when he sipped at her nipples. Noriam hadn't been pregnant in years, but between Thaddeus encouraging her lactation beyond breastfeeding Ibana and the general "it takes a village" attitude of the Amazons, Noriam like most of the women of her tribe who had born children, still occasionally breast fed the babies of the village and still lactated. Her milk was sweet and creamy, and she was always taken a little by surprise whenever Thaddeus nourished himself on her. Still, it wasn't unpleasant when he reminded her of her motherhood.

"You see my dear?" she said over her shoulder to Bardon. "If you'll only submit to your urges, to nature as it intended us to live, this could all be yours." She smiled and played with Thaddeus's hair a bit more before beckoning Damon over to embrace her from behind.
 
After Thaddeus had finished drinking briefly from both of Noriam's breasts, he popped his mouth off her skin and let out a long, contented sigh and exagerrated licking his lips. "Mmmm...thank you so much, goddess, for giving me such treats..." He said to her before he started to nuzzle his face into her cleavage while he continued to massage his palms into the sides of her breasts and kneaded with his fingers.

At Noriam's gesture, Damon quickly moved up to her and pressed his body against her back while he cirlced his arms around her stomach in a close embrace. Slowly, hesitantly, as if asking if it was really okay for him to do so, Damon's hands crept lower down Noriam's naked body towards between her legs, until his fingers reached Noriam's slit. Gently, he rubbed his fingertips against Noriam's pink folds, and brushed his thumbs against her little clit. "Am I pleasing you, goddess?" Damon asked in a soft voice. As he like most of the slaves wore only a loincloth, his arousal fairly obviously pressed against Noriam with the rest of his body.

Bardon, meanwhile, continued to half-watch the show out of the corner of his eye, and he snorted at Noriam's declaration to him. Instead, he looked beyond the Amazon and her two beaus, at the men beyond the doorway of her hut-house at the men still performing chores. "All I see is a bunch of men too weak to take our rightful place in the world." He flippantly stated before proudly squaring his shoulders, despite being restrained in the cage. Both Damon and Thaddeus took a moment to shoot Bardon unappreciative glares, but they quickly returned all their attention to Noriam. The heat still burned strong in Bardon's loins, but he did his best to confidently, rebelliously enjoy it even though he couldn't reach release. He was beginning to be unsure that he could really last a whole week like this, but he wouldn't make it easy for the Amazon if he could help it, and he was sure he could at least last the rest of the day. Annoyingly, he also just could not banish from his mind constant thoughts and fantasies of actually having sex with her, encouraged no doubt due to the aphrodisiac, though all of his fantasies still involved overpowering Noriam, throwing her down, and getting on top of her.
 
Noriam chuckled and played with Thaddeus's hair. "Well, for being so good and obedient, you deserve treats. After all, your mistress is nothing if not fair, right?" She grinned and leaned gently back against Damon.

"Of course you're pleasing me, dear," the Amazon cooed. "Can't you feel how wet I am?" Indeed, Noriam's bare lips glistened with her arousal as Damon touched his goddess. She groaned and pressed her hips harder against his hand, tilting her head back to kiss him.

"Harder, Damon!" she commanded. "Faster! By the Goddess, be a man for once!" One of the reasons Damon was the weakest of the bunch though he had been with her the longest was because he got off on being berated by her.

She knew that while not the strongest, he might still have a fighting chance against her or one of the others if he really tried; he had been one of the most difficult ones to break. But the truth was Damon was a gentle soul and enjoyed being humiliated above all else. Noriam had finally discovered how to break him after genuinely losing her temper one day and forcing him to bend over to be spanked hard while she verbally abused him in public. His erection had lasted all the way home and had been rewarded generously. He had accepted her collar a few days afterward. The Amazon thought it a little unfair of the others to call him a runt, but Damon seemed happy enough. While some of her sisters couldn't care less about their harems, Noriam always made sure her men were happy and treated fairly by the others of her tribe. After they'd been collared, of course.

"If you can't deliver I know Thaddeus will be more than happy to," Noriam threatened in a low voice. "I don't know why I keep such a weak little cockslut like you around, anyway." They both knew it was just foreplay, but still the Amazon sometimes had to.fight the urge to pet Damon and assure him she didn't mean it.

"Weakness can be strength, my dear," Noriam reminded her newest slave lightly. "What's your name, anyway?"

When Bardon looked into the hut, most of the others were still about their chores, but Darshe and Lyst sat a few feet inside the doorway, watching. Lyst planted slow kisses along Darshe's shoulders, his arms wrapped around the smaller man's waist and slowly traveling down his stomach toward his erection. The only thing the two lovers loved more than competing for their goddess's attention and affection as the two strongest in her household was watching her being pleased by others. They loved their mistress as much as they loved each other and got off on seeing her pleasured. It reminded them of how lucky they were to have her and each other.
 
(Sorry for delay!)

Though Noriam assured him he was making her feel good, Damon only continued to lightly play with her pussy, and when she turned her head to kiss him, he timidly kissed back. But then she seemed to get frustrated with how slow and uncertain he was being about it, telling him to be a man for once and that if he couldn't deliver, Thaddeus would. Damon's cheeks burned red in humiliation at Noriam's degrading words, but at the same he felt even more aroused. They both knew that he actually "secretly" enjoyed being verbally abused and talked-down to. Still, it was rare he could do this with Noriam, and he definitely didn't want Thaddeus to take over for him. So, without any words and with setting his face into an ashamed yet determined frown, Damon jammed his index and middle finger up into Noriam's slit, and began to rapidly pump his fingers in and out of her wet hole. At the same time, he flicked his thumb against her clit to add more stimulation to his finger-fucking. After a short while, he added a third finger into Noriam's channel as he worked his hand hard in her to get her off.

Thaddeus stopped nuzzling his face in between Noriam's breasts for the moment when she was berating Damon, grinning at how his fellow slave looked so embarrased and upset to be treated like this, before he began to really start pleasuring Noriam's pussy. Thaddeus stepped up as well, and returned to kneading his hands harder into Noriam's huge breasts while he started kissing all over them, wide and slow circles all around those orbs. Eventually, he trailed back to Noriam's nipples, where he stuck out his tongue and flicked it at the stiff, puffy nub. It looked like he was about to latch his lips on and start sucking again, but then he moved his head to Noriam's other breast to lick-tease her other nipple. Then he went back, and forth, alternating between Noriam's breasts to repeatedly tease both her sensitive nipples. He smugly looked upward to Noriam's face, testing her limits and waiting until she gave him a warning glare to cut it out (Amazons taunted their slaves with pleasure, not the other way around!), after which he then locked his lips tightly onto her teat and began to suckle powerfully, trying to drink a little more of her milk out of her. All the while, his hands massaged and squeezed her, not only pleasuring her but further encouraging her bosom to give up its treasure.

Meanwhile, when Noriam commented at Bardon, he just raised an eyebrow at her like she was crazy, and refused to answer her question. But with the two men on her body, playing with her and enjoying her, caused a few unpleasant pangs of desire in Bardon. He caught himself quickly, however, and turned his head away while closing his eyes. He had to keep himself from watching that...tempting show any longer. He once again focused on trying to master the mushroom-induced heat in his member, and with his eyes closed, only the way he moved his legs back and forth slightly indicated that the herb was starting to take hold of him. Still, it was only just starting, and it was clear Bardon wouldn't break just yet. Maybe in a few hours, though, once the mushroom has had more time to work on him, he might be of a different mind...
 
"Very well," Noriam shrugged, turning her attention back to the men already pleasuring her. "Just be warned that if you don't give me your name, I will give one for you."

The Amazon gasped lightly when Damon finally slid his fingers into her. She groaned and wrapped an arm around his neck as he pumped his fingers in and out of her slick cunt. She moaned and thrust her hips against his hands as he finger-fucked her. Her breasts heaved as he rubbed his thumb against her clit and added a third finger, stretching her wider as she leaned against his chest. Her nipples hardened further as she moved with her two men, coming closer to orgasm.

Thaddeus seemed to think he was allowed to tease her as he licked at her nipples. She enjoyed the light teasing, but he was getting too bold. She glared down at him as he got cocky with it and looked up smugly at his goddess. Running a hand through his hair, she gripped him at the scalp and yanked his head back hard, forcing Thaddeus to look up at her. She glared down at him and grit her teeth.

"What the Hell do you think you're up to?" she demanded in a growl. "If you're going to take a treat, don't you dare try to act like it's a right not a privilege." She grinned and pulled his head to her nipples for him to drink. She moaned again and gasped in pleasure. "Mmm...Damon...I want you inside me. Oh fuck me Damon!" She pushed Thaddeus to his knees so that he would still have access to her breasts when she bent over, her slick cunt more than ready for Damon's cock to finally penetrate her.
 
While he wasn't entirely surprised, Thaddeus gasped slightly when Noriam suddenly yanked his head back after his cheeky teasing of her, and made it very clear that she was the one who called the shots. Of course, Thaddeus knew that and had never forgotten it, but it was always a thrill to be 'reminded' of his place anyway. Especially when she followed it up with mashing his face back into her breasts. Thaddeus actually enjoyed the rough, controlling action, and eagerly resumed helping himself to every inch of Noriam's wonderful pillows with his hands and mouth. He wasn't quite expecting to be suddenly forced to his knees as Noriam bent over him, but took it in stride and never stopped pleasuring her heavy tits. That said, he was rather envious of the 'runt' when Noriam commanded him to fuck her.

Damon, on the other hand, couldn't believe it when his goddess bent forward to bare her ass and cunt for him. She was being exceptionally generous to him today! He wasn't going to waste such an opportunity to become one with his beloved Noriam. His hands went to his loincloth to undo the garment and let it fall to the ground, freeing his erection. He then set both his hands to hold Noriam by her hips as he stepped slightly forward, spread his legs, and braced himself as he moved the top of his cock to probe at Noriam's wet, eager slit. With one push of his hips, he was inside her, moaning as he felt her warm walls around his member. Every muscle in an Amazon's body was honed, including her inner muscles, and Noriam's pussy squeezed and milked at his cock wonderfully, making her feel even tighter than she was. He wanted to savor this gift and take his time with it, so he started by slowly rolling his hips into Noriam to gently pump himself in and out of her, groaning as he did so.
 
Noriam sighed in pleasure and relief as she was finally filled. Damon certainly wasn't the smallest of her men, and especially bent as she was she always enjoyed being filled by him. Bracing herself on Thaddeus's shoulders, she moaned loudly and rocked her hips back into Damon. A few other women walking by stopped for a few moments to watch the Amazon and her pets, smiling with approval before moving on. One even came up to pat both men on the head in a somewhat patronizing manner.

"Mmm Thaddeus drink of me, darling." Noriam pressed the man's head more firmly to her chest, her breasts aching for relief both from arousal and their heavy burden.

From inside the dwelling came a few grunts and long, low moans. Were Bardon to look he would see just inside the doorway Lyst kneeling behind Darshe, who was on his hands and knees. Darshe was paying rapt attention to his Goddess and the two others, but had to fight closing his eyes in pleasure as Lyst reached around his hips and stroked his thick member in time with his thrusting before planting a line of slow kisses down his lover's back.

Noriam, though she couldn't see them, was familiar with the sounds of her slaves' lovemaking and grinned. "Sounds like we have a plan for tonight," she mused before Damon hit a particularly sensitive spot, causing her to sway her back and moan loudly, gripping Thaddeus's shoulders.harder.

"Oh you're such a wonderful, generous, perfect Goddess!" Darshe gasped, hanging his head when he was no longer able to concentrate enough to keep it up through the pleasure. "Oh dear goddess, Lyst!" His mistress's moans also slowly grew louder, coupled with gasps for breath and panting. The Amazon was close.
 
Already, Damon was slowly and hoarsely breathing in and out, desperately trying to keep control of himself as Noriam began to rock her hips back into him. While it was rare he got the opportunity to genuinely make love to his goddess, there was no feeling in the world that could compare to her powerfully muscled and deliciously wet pussy sliding up and down his cock. Damon was entirely focused on the bent-over warrior-woman in front of him, staring at her firm ass and powerful back as he gripped her hips thrusted his own crotch back and forth into her. Had they been anywhere and anyone else, it would have looked like Damon was in the "dominant" position, and while he technically was...there was absolutely no question of who was in complete control here, who was servicing whom. Every touch of her body, every thrust only happened as long as she permitted it. And as Damon gave a rather public show of pleasuring his Amazon goddess as a good slave should, prompting another Amazon to pass by and give him a simultaneously encouraging and degrading pat on the head, Damon's whole body tingled and shivered in the knowledge that he was in complete submission to Noriam.

Thaddeus, meanwhile, was also thoroughly enjoying his subservient position to Noriam, with him kneeling on the ground and Noriam using him to keep herself propped up, with her heavy, pendulous breasts swaying directly above his head. When Noriam pulled his head closer and gave him the command to continue drinking from her body, he did not need telling twice. Immediately, his thirsty mouth found one of her nipples, and suckled on her intensely as if he were a dying man. Gradually, he relieved Noriam of her bodily burden, with his head tilted back and gravity assisting the flow of her warm, creamy milk to him. His throat undulated constantly as he took gulp after noisy gulp, barely managing to catch short, labored breaths through his nose in between gulps and even made muffled moaning sounds. He knew Noriam enjoyed it when her slaves put on a show of being desperate and craving of her body, something that swelled her with pride and flattery to know she commanded such powerful desire in men. By the time he could feel the stream from his goddess' teat begin to slack off, his stomach was feeling rather full, yet he immediately popped his lips off the skin of her breast to blindly and passionately kiss at her other until he found the life-giving nub of flesh again, whereupon he nursed from her just as deeply as before. Both his hands were now cupping at her breasts in a futile attempt to clasp all the way around the large orbs, which pleasantly squeezed her as he tried.

Meanwhile, as Damon had continued to instinctively merge his body with Noriam's, he grunted harder and breathed heavier until he couldn't hold back his animal urges any longer, and by now was humping at Noriam as fast as he could, with his hands digging tightly into her body to anchor himself (though it of course wasn't possible for him to actually hurt her this way). He heard the moans of his goddess rise in intensity, and he felt muscles across her body begin to twitch, and he knew that she was close. An Amazon's orgasm was quite a spectacle to behold, and all properly broken slaves yearned for their goddesses to cum while they were inside, to share in the potent climax. But as Damon rutted away, he suddenly felt an abrupt rising sensation in his body. His eyes widened, just before squeezing shut. "Oh my g...Goddess may I cum please can I cumcanIcumpleasepleasepleasepleaseaaaaaahn!" Damon froze in place, hilted inside Noriam's cunny, with every muscle in his body clenched tightly, just barely managing to halt his climax right in his rod, waiting for the permission of his Amazon. All proper slaves were also of course broken into being able to deny their own climaxes on command, for their whole worlds and every part of their bodies were truly dictated by their Amazoness masters.
 
Noriam moaned as Thaddeus drank from her body. Her jaw dropped slightly when he switched breasts and squeezed them together. She loved the way he worshipped her breasts, and if it were possible she would have him there just to worship them while her other men worshipped other parts of her body.

The way Damon begged almost made her giggle. He was the slave she'd had the longest, and allowing him to make love to her was like playing with an old, often forgotten but loved toy. As she thrust her hips back, impaling herself harder on him each time, she nearly screamed in pleasure. She was almost...there...

"Cum darling," she commanded. "Cum inside me, fill me with your--aaaahhh!"

Noriam's body tensed. Her grip on Thaddeus's shoulders almost painfully. She arched her back and pushed Damon completely inside her, her ass resting against his pelvis as her tight cunt clamped around his throbbing shaft. Nearly wailing in ecstasy, Noriam buried her face in Thaddeus's hair as she rode the high of her orgasm.
 
(Sorry for delay! Had a bit of writer's block.)

The moment the word 'cum' had left Noriam's mouth, Damon threw his head back and shouted out his climax as he began emptying himself into Noriam. And as she climaxed as well, stars flashed across Damon's eyes as his cock was clamped, squeezed, and milked by the Amazon's powerful inner muscles. From such a powerful orgasm, Damon's balls were completely drained as he shot everything he had into her, and when it was over, he let go of Noriam's hips, stumbled backwards, and fell on his back to the ground, left in an utter daze of bliss. Dry as he was, he wouldn't be getting off again until at least the next day.

Thaddeus, meanwhile, unflinchingly bore the pain of Noriam's hands suddenly squeezing at his shoulders, and the weight of her leaning on him. While she bucked into Damon, his lips finally left her teat again, as it wasn't possible to stay attached and nursing her while she rode out her climax. The way she then wailed into his hair also sent shivers all up and down his body, with her orgasmic scream filling his head. When she was finally done, Thaddeus just tilted his head to look up at her with a slightly openmouthed expression of worship, enhanced by the streams of milk that had been dripping down his chin and onto his chest.

Bardon, meanwhile, had squeezed his eyes closed and tried his best to shut out the cries of pleasure, but to no avail. When it was over, he glanced in their direction, thinking to himself. Maybe if he...no, no, he couldn't give in. He had to prove he was stronger, that he couldn't be broken. But even so, his breathing was starting to get a little heavy, sweat began to dot his skin, and with the mushroom keeping his cock erect and without release, it was starting to ache just a little bit, even though the sensation was pleasure...
 
As Damon and Noriam finished together, it left the Amazon a little weak. She had left early that morning to hunt, giving Lyst only a bit of time for foreplay. She hadn't had an orgasm since the previous night, which felt like years to an Amazon. The larger women's needs were more demanding than those of human women. Everything from food and alcohol to sex and adoration were needed in larger quantities and more frequently. What had been maybe eighteen hours without sex felt to Noriam what five years without might feel to Bardon.

Finally Damon pulled out and staggered to the ground, leaving his seed sliding down her leg. With her legs left quite shaky, she fell to her knees panting. As Thaddeus looked up at her in awe, she grinned and ran her fingers along his scalp, ruffling his hair before pressing a deep, desperate kiss to his parted lips. Breaking the kiss, she licked the milk from his chin before shoving her tongue back into his mouth and groaning.

After a few moments of this, the Amazon broke away and looked over her shoulder at Bardon. "Do you want to help clean me up, my sweet?" she offered with a sugary sweet smile and in a coy tone.
 
For the moment, Damon was out of comission, still drifting in the clouds of bliss while sprawled on the ground with a half-flaccid cock. Meanwhile, Thaddeus sighed with contentment as Noriam's hand affectionately moved through his hair, it alwys felt so good to be touched and petted like that. He then melted into her desperate kiss with a soft moan, embracing her gently while he let her lead the way with her tongue, though he did work his jaw mutually back into the kiss. After she broke it, another sigh left him as she licked the milk off his face. Eagerly, he let her tongue back into him when she returned for a second kiss, and he sucked and licked back with passion, giving her something to play with, though the rest of his body was going limp in her arms, for her to do whatever she wanted with him. Gradually, he was leaning back, while his erection still stood proudly between his kneeling legs.

By now, the four other slaves aside from Lyst and Darshe had finished their tasks, just in time to catch Noriam's finish with Damon, and were hanging near the doorway behind the two lovestruck men while they eagerly watched their mistress go to work.

Bardon, on the other hand, was still trying not to watch. When Noriam made her offer to him, he just glared at her underneath his brows for a moment, then turned his head away and up while he closed his eyes. Though, the fact that he couldn't conjure up a verbal rebuke this time, along with the beads of sweat starting to slide down his face, were telling of how the mushrooms were having an effect on him. By Noriam's experience, he would probably last until the night, maybe until next morning, but surely no further than that. Bardon, while in his mind still resisted, had already begun the slow, agonizing decline because he wasn't just sitting and enjoying the feeling of his body's arousal anymore; now he was performing mental exercises, running martial regimens in his head, in an attempt to block out the feeling. He had already lost without knowing it yet, but still he clung to his stubborn pride. I have to be stronger than this, I can't give in, can't let my body control me, I have to be stronger than my flesh...I have to be...I have to be...
 
Noriam panted as she broke the kiss with Thaddeus. Bardon didn't say anything to her offer and she shrugged. She would just have to show him what he was missing. Chuckling, she let go of Thaddeus and slowly rolled onto her back. Stroking Thaddeus's arm, she looked over at the other men standing in the doorway.

"Alright then. Since our new guest isn't interested, perhaps he should see what true gratitude looks like, hmm?" Noriam smiled as she sprawled out spread eagle on the ground. "Your mistress needs to be cleaned up, and I'll take whoever takes it first."

This was one of the Amazon's favorite things to do. She loved to watch her men fight over her. Lyst and Darshe were clearly the two strongest, but when they were taken out of the mix as they were now it was a more even match. At this point she had her money on Thaddeus; he was likely the most aroused and was closest to her. But it would be entertaining to watch who tried to take him on.

Lyst meanwhile pulled out of Darshe and collapsed next to him in a sweaty, panting, glowing heap. Slowly he licked his lover's seed off of his fingers while his own seed slid down the back of Darshe's thighs. Slowly they rolled together to cuddle while facing the scene outside.

"Our goddess is so good to us darling," Lyst purred in Darshe's ear while gently running his hand up and down his torso.

"Mm...I only wish I had enough energy to go help clean her up," Darshe murmured in reply. "But you always take so much out of me I can't move." The two lovers chuckled as Lyst planted slow kisses down Darshe's neck and shoulder.

"It's okay, love. We can make it up to her tonight, if it pleases her." He looked up toward Bardon. "If our new friend hasn't broken by then, that is. We should make him as comfortable as possible. And you know how our beloved Goddess gets when she gets a new man."

"I'm so glad you're Inara's father, Lyst," Noriam called as she waited for her men to begin to fight over who got to eat out her stuffed cunt. "You're such a good leader, and so obedient."
 
The observing slaves didn't need telling twice about Noriam's competition. Immediately, the four men surged forward as Thaddeus turned back towards Noriam to try and claim her first. But in an uncommon incidence of cooperation, the four men didn't trip over each other and instead went straight for Thaddeus, with all four of them grabbing at him and pulling him away. He already had his turn! With an indignant yelp, Thaddeus was tossed backwards as the four slaves then immediately turned on each other.

They grappled with each other good-naturedly, as they always did: no punches were thrown, no one was actually trying to hurt another. More than anything, they tussled like grown-up brothers, as they tried to reach for the prone Noriam while at the same time holding someone else back from reaching for her. A blonde-haired man who was strong for an average male, but less so than the average slave of an Amazon, was pushed to the back relatively quickly, and soon accepted the futility of his bid. He stepped back with a pout, as Noriam knew that Matthew loved nothing more than serving all of his female master's body with his hands and mouth, as he had once been a masseuse and servant for wealthy families before he was captured and enslaved. Torom and Jarrad tried to crawl over the third slave, a stocky, broad-shouldered, brown-haired fellow. Jarrad, as a bit of a masochist and therefore comfortable with a bit more abuse than the others in a playful wrestle, seemed to have the edge, but then the broad-shouldered slave got him in a soft headlock before he could get to far. Torom, however, took his chance at the distraction of the other two and pulled ahead. By the time Jarrad's hand snapped out to grab Torom's ankle, it was too late. The red-haired and most quiet and soft-spoken of Noriam's slaves fell between her spread-out legs and reached out with his hands to grasp her motherly hips in victory. Chest heaving with excited breaths, Torom looked up to Norima's face with an eager glint in his eyes and a slow lick of his lips, with his head positioned just above her cum-stuffed snatch. The other men accepted their defeat, and wandered around to the sides of Noriam's body to find other parts of her to please and worship.

In the cage off to the side, Bardon couldn't help himself when he cracked an eye open to see what all the commotion was about, and by the end of it, was staring in openmouthed disbelief, the discomfort of being denied relief from arousal temporarily forgotten. The other men had been fighting each other for the apparent privilege of Noriam, not fighting for 'real', but still. More so than anything else, Bardon began to seriously doubt his senses, sure that the mushroom he had been fed was causing some hallucinations along with stoking a fire in his loins. Bardon wanted to believe that, because the alternative meant that these men--these enslaved, submissive, humiliatingly loincloth-clad men--were not simply okay or accepting of their position, but in fact enjoying it so much that they actually competed with each other for the opportunity to serve the female's whim. Bardon would gladly have, and had in the past, competed or fought other men for the right to be the one to use some nice woman to warm his bed for a night or two, but this was different. Somehow, sexual contact with this 'Amazon' was so desireable, the men were willing to subjugate themselves to her will to get a chance at it. Before he could stop himself, Bardon began to wonder...what would it really be like to have sex with her? Could she be so incredible compared to ordinary women? She certainly would be unique either way, with her body build and attitude unlike any other woman Bardon had bedded... Bardon let out a quiet, muffled grunt as his cock throbbed with burning desire and frustrated denial. He quickly closed his eyes again and tried to turn his thoughts away from the perfectly-sculpted woman and her entourage. With significant effort, he tried to return to a calmer, more meditative state of mind, trying to get back to blocking out the base hungers of his body...
 
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