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The Amazon's Prize (PsionicCuttlefish & Madam Mim)

Noriam laughed openly as the men fought for the privilege of eating another man's cum just because it came from her juicy cunt. It was flattering, of course, but she also loved to see a man in his rightful place; begging for the privilege of a woman. So many of the other Amazon's men came from societies where the woman was the inferior, which angered her. Any slave she took who showed signs of that sort of learning quickly had it trained out of him by a combination of woman-dominant sex and negative reinforcement.

As Torom fell onto her she squealed a little in delight and laughed as he gripped her hips and shoved his face into her pussy. She closed her eyes and groaned, smiling broadly and sliding her palms over the hands on her hips before sliding her fingers into his hair and pulling his face closer. As the others accepted defeat and positioned themselves around her she opened her eyes and looked at them as hands, fingers, lips, and tongues started across her skin.

"I'm so lucky to have such obedient men," she cooed before gasping as Torom's tongue found a particularly sensitive spot.
 
With victory literally in his grasp, Torom wasted no time in claiming the taste of Noriam's sweet, strong pussy for himself. He lapped his tongue up and down her slit, before he pushed it in to swirl around inside while he locked his lips onto Noriam's flesh between her legs, suckling on the leaking juices and cum. When Noriam's hands passed over the backs of his own and raked through his hair to hold him and pull him closer, a strong tingle of excitement shivered its way down Torom's spine. Like the rest of her slaves, Torom had grown to love the little gestures that Noriam made to remind him of his place, and her control over him. In response to Noriam's grasp, Torom started licking and sucking on her cunt even more vigorously.

Meanwhile, Noriam's other slaves had knelt down on the ground around her to worship the rest of their amazon goddess's body. Jarrad slowly and sensually kissed his way up Noriam's right arm, the burly slave was nuzzling his face into her neck, Matthew was kneading his hands across Noriam's exquisitly-formed abs, and Thaddeus had returned, where he squeezed in to get his face in close to Noriam's chest, where he began kissing and licking across the side of her tit. The broad-set man, Alcon, then paused in his nuzzling of Noriam and looked over the rest of the slaves. "Hey, harem-brothers, why don't we tend to our goddess more properly? We should not be worshipping her on the ground outside...let us take her inside, so that we may give her our praise on her altar..." Alcon said. When Lyst wasn't around, Alcon was more or less second on the 'totem pole', and often directed the efforts of his fellow slaves to better serve Noriam in Lyst's place. The rest of them flicked their eyes up to Alcon, then smiled, figuring what he was going for.

At once, Jarrad, Thaddeus, Matthew, and Alcon all wedged their hands and arms underneath Noriam's body, then lifted her up into the air together, while Torom rose to his feet--while keeping his face mashed between Noriam's legs at the same time. The five men then slowly walked together, bearing Noriam aloft through the doorway of her home and past Lyst and Darshe, who were still tangled together on the floor and regaining their energy from their exertions. Meanwhile, Damon's head had finally cleared from the earthshaking climax he had shared with Noriam, and he then sat up and got to his feet and stumbled into the home after everyone else. The four men carrying Noriam--and the one still tending to her pussy--brought Noriam over to her bed, which like most of the Amazon beds in the village was stuffed soft and greatly oversized, having enough room for Noriam and all her men to lie together at night. Reverently, Noriam was laid out on it, and all five men crawled up with her and resumed the same actions they had been lavishing on her outside.

Meanwhile, Bardon allowed himself a small sigh of relief when the bitch and her men-bitches finally left him in peace. He was better able to focus on fighting down the unsoothed heat in his loins without their distractions, and he was determined to not let the woman get the better of him. In his mind, all he had to do was wait out the effects of the mushroom she had fed him, wait for it to wear off... not realizing that it would not wear off anytime soon.
 
Torom began licking his Goddess's slit vigorously and Noriam couldn't help but groan and clench her fingers in his hair, pulling a little bit more firmly on it. When Alcon began to take charge, she grinned. She realized how fortunate she was to have such obedient slaves who were so dedicated to her, especially those like Lyst, Alcon, and Darshe. She loved that they referred to bed as her altar; it was appropriate, after all. That was where they did most of their worshipping of her body.

Noriam groaned as she was lifted by her strong men, Torom still firmly attached to her sweet pussy even as they walked inside. Her muscles all relaxed slowly, one at a time, once she had been placed on the enormous bed. Out of the corner of her eye she caught Damon trotting in after everyone else. Between moans she did a quick head count; six, seven, eight...who was--? Oh.

"One of you go get your new brother from outside," she ordered languidly, basking in their attention. "Make sure to keep him tied up properly, and tie him to the main post once you get him inside. You ought to do him a service by showing him what he's missing."
 
While five of Noriam's slaves carried on with lavishing attention on every inch of Noriam's body they could reach, with touching, rubbing, licking, nuzzling, Lyst and Darshe had caught their breath from their own activities and took note of Noriam's command. "Of course, right away, Goddess!" Lyst said as he and Darshe got to their feet, put their loincloths back on, and walked outside.

Bardon still had his eyes closed and was trying to control his breathing when he heard footsteps approaching. He cracked his eyes open, and saw two of the men-slaves walking towards his cage. He eyed them warily and suspiciously as they got to him and unlocked his cage. Darshe went behind the cage to unbind Bardon's hands from the bars, while Lyst ducked in to grab hold of Bardon to pull him out of the cage. "Hey, what are you--don't touch me, you pathetic weaklings!" The captured man protested as he was brought to his feet, and Darshe and Lyst took up positions on both sides of him to hold him and guide him back towards the house.

Lyst just scoffed and said "You've got a real mouth on you. That'll be broken out of you soon enou--hey!" Lyst exclaimed as Bardon suddenly began struggling fiercely to escape, twisting and bucking to try and shove the other two men away. The sounds of the scuffle could be heard from inside the house-tent as Darshe and Lyst wrestled to get Bardon back under control. Unfortunately for Bardon, it was two-on-one and his hands were still tied behind his back, but even at such a disadvantage, he almost managed to break away and escape--but Lyst drove his fist into Bardon's stomach at the last second. Bardon wheezed and doubled over in pain, before Lyst and Darshe hauled him back up by his shoulders and started dragging him back inside, as he wasn't getting his feet under him. "I'm sorry I had to do that, I didn't want to, but you need to behave. Everything will be much better for you once you accept your place, I promise." Lyst said to the prisoner.

As the two menslaves had brought Bardon inside, he tried to will the pain away, but they took him over to the central support pole of the house-tent and tied him to it before he could fully recover. After they double-checked his bindings to make sure he couldn't slip them, Lyst and Darshe looked over to Damon. Damon had gotten himself cleaned up, and had dutifully begun to prepare some food for dinner. He was making clean and easy-to-eat food, as it was looking like it was going to be another night of dinner in bed. Darshe and Lyst went over to help him, and soon, they both headed to the bed with armfuls of baskets and bowls of food.

The whole time, the other five menslaves had been faithfully "attending" to Noriam. By now, she had two slave's mouths glued to her nipples, suckling away eagerly but peacefully at her delicious milk as they massaged her breasts with their hands. Thaddeus naturally was one, Jarrad was the other. Torom was still feasting on his prize between Noriam's legs, working her to orgasm more than once to make her spill her sweet juices to him. Alcon and Matthew, meanwhile, both had their hands on one of Noriam's thighs each. Under the direction of Matthew's expertise, they kneaded and massaged Noriam's muscles, with Matthew knowing just the right spots to press into to maximize sensitivity. As Darshe, Lyst, and Damon climbed up onto the bed themselves, they scooted up around Noriam with the other men, and began passing around food, slowing down the attentions on Noriam's body a bit as they all took a break to eat. Things were still plenty pleasurable though, as the men kept touching her body while they could, and Lyst was slowly and sensually placing pieces of food into Noriam's mouth himself, though not at all as if it was degrading for Noriam, but rather affirming that the men were so deeply devoted to serving her every whim that they could take care of such needs for her.
 
Noriam looked up as Bardon was brought into the hut. She frowned a little when she saw that the new man had been hurt. Still, she knew that Lyst and Darshe wouldn't have hurt him if it wasn't necessary. Laying her head back down she enjoyed the sensations of her men attending to her and the wonderful smells of food being cooked.

"You see," she said to Bardon between orgasms, "if you would just obey, you could have all of this and you wouldn't be last to eat."

Over and over Torom brought her to orgasm and lapped up her juices eagerly. Thaddeus and Jarrad suckled eagerly at her nipples, harder with each orgasm. To her pleasure, Matthew and Alcon massaged her thighs, then her calves then arms and shoulders. They had worked their way down to her feet by the time dinner was ready. Their attentions had slowed, naturally, but continued all the same. Noriam chewed slowly at the delicious meal cooked by her slaves.

"Mmmm...wonderful, my loves," she praised them, smiling. "A kitchen is truly where a man belongs, hmm? I can't remember having just delicious food before taking you in." She chuckled and grinned before taking another bite. "Just don't forget to feed our new brother, dears. It won't do to starve him to death.
 
Bardon was really beginning to suffer now. After having his concentration shattered by being dragged and punched into the tent-house, the heat in his loins returned with a vengence, and after being tied to the main post, he couldn't help but hear the lewd sounds of lovemaking on the bed nearby. He couldn't believe it, but the effects of the mushroom he'd been fed still hadn't even begun to wear off. He still tried to fight it, but he was starting to weaken, and couldn't keep the occasional desire of release from the torment from crossing his mind. He just couldn't get back to the level of focus he had before, now that he was beginning to sweat and was breathing irregularly from the need between his legs.

When Noriam 'praised' her menslaves for minding their proper places, a round of appreciation and agreement passed through them all, after which they all then moved in a little closer around Noriam so they could all nuzzle some part of her flesh affectionately for a moment. And when she reminded them about the newcomer, Alcon looked up, nodded, and took one of the baskets of food as he got off the bed and walked towards Bardon. He then knelt down beside the restrained man, and held out a piece of bread towards Bardon's mouth. Even though his breathing was still hitching due to the 'posion' coursing through him, Bardon looked up at Alcon with a glare, then turned his head away. "N-no...I w-won't be fed like a...like this..." However, just that simple action took all of Bardon's remaining willpower, as he -was- very hungry on top of how horrible he felt.

Alcon just flatly stared at him, before saying "What good is it doin' ya to refuse food? You're hungry and you need to eat, you'll just keep losing energy like this. But, if you're so sure of yourself, well, there's others who want it more.." The burly slave said as he began to rise and turn away from Bardon.

The words resonated in Bardon, appealing to his pragmatism over his pride...and as the other man began to leave, taking the food with him, Bardon suddenly found the thought of going hungry, in his current state, horrifying. "W-wait! Alright...I'll eat..." He blurted out. Alcon grinned and knelt back down, and began feeding Bardon one bite at a time. After giving the restrained slave an adequate meal, Alcon then returned to the bed with the rest of the food. The others were finishing up eating as well, getting nice and full on the meal, and know were luxuriously laying around Noriam, trying to entwine part of their bodies with hers, or at least touch her. With the sun sinking past the horizon outside, it was getting about time to sleep anyway...but the menslaves were wondering if Noriam really was ready to sleep after her day's hunt, or if she wanted to ride a slave or two to exhaustion before laying to sleep, or if she wanted several of them to fill her up at once. Actual sex was always at the discretion of the Amazons.
 
Noriam nodded approvingly when Alcon brought food to him, but though she frowned when the new slave refused Alcon did the right thing. He had, after all, helped oversee the breaking and training of several of his "brothers." She was disappointed that the new slave didn't take the food, but smiled privately to herself when he finally gave up. His pride was breaking, and soon the rest of him would follow.

"You'll be glad you took it," she said as Alcon fed the new man. "You're going to need to keep up your strength and your energy if you're ever going to find relief. Are you ready to tell me your name yet, dear?"

While her slaves nuzzled and cuddled her, Noriam grinned and groaned. Stretching and yawning, she rolled onto her side and allowed her men to spoon, cuddle, pile, anything really that made them comfortable for the night. It had been a long day and she was tired from her hunt, from taking her slaves, and from trying to break her new toy. She played big spoon to Thaddeus, who was still suckling at her breast almost sleepily. He often fell asleep still attached to her nipple like a babe; Noriam personally found it endearing. His fixation was also a good way to keep him from being disobedient or naughty. Not that he ever was anymore. Normally she would take a few of her slaves before sleep, but tonight was a night for rest.
 
While still breathing heavily, the tied-up man slowly raised his head to look towards the bed with Noriam on it. His face held a glare for a moment, before it cracked in resignation and he gave in a little bit more. "...Bardon." He said out loud. He hated giving in like this, especially after giving in about the food. But it was only because he needed it, he told himself. He simply would not survive if he did not eat, and having the bitch amazoness call him by his real name was preferable to her giving him some kind of derogatory moniker. But he wouldn't be obedient. He wouldn't allow himself to be anyone's slave. He wouldn't break.

He wouldn't break...

****

As the sun dawned on the Amazon village, the warm sunlight streamed into the homes and found all of Noriam's menslaves snoozing contentedly all around her on her bed. But in the center of the home was a man who was as far from content as you could be.

Bardon was panting irregularly, punctuated with failed-to-supress moans and grunts, while he rocked his torso from side to side and pushed his legs back and forth. The night had been harsher than he could have imagined. Stark, absolute need seared his manhood, without relief or fulfilment, all thanks to the thrice-damned mushroom he'd been force-fed. He needed climax so badly just to escape the torment of desire. He had been unable to force his mind to ignore it through the night, and consequently he hadn't gotten a wink of sleep, which only further weakened his resolve. His skin was slicked with sweat, and he was feeling dehydrated by now. It took every last ounce of his will not to call out in defeat in the middle of the night to beg for release...but when the amazoness woke up, if she offered it, he knew he wouldn't be able to say no, even if there was a string attached...
 
"Bardon," the amazon mused with a smile before nodding in approval. "I like it. It's a good, strong name. I don't think you'd like the name I was thinking of giving you." She chuckled slightly before yawning. She stroked Torom's hair before drifting into a sated, restful slumber. It didn't bother her at all that Bardon hadn't given in yet; quite the opposite, she was impressed. It would only make breaking him that much more meaningful, and his devotion that much stronger.

The warm morning sun woke Noriam before it did any of the others. Gently she pulled Thaddeus from her breast where he had fallen asleep, a trickle of dried milk falling from the corner of his lip down his chin. In one corner of the bed Lyst and Darshe were snuggled together, having had one last bedtime tryst before sleeping. They liked to make love after everyone else was asleep, sometimes; it gave them a sense of privacy to their love, and having to be quiet as they brought each other to climax only made it sexier. Slowly, so as not to wake her faithful harem, the amaozn crawled out of bed and stood, naked, in front of Bardon. She folded her arms across her chest and watched his struggles for a moment. It was clear he was suffering, and if he could still resist she would be even more impressed.

Noriam knelt down and sat back on her feet, her dark green eyes boring into Bardon's as she stared at him silently for a few moments. Her hands were warm and smooth as her palms slid over his cheeks, across his shoulders, down his chest. She smiled gently as she put her hands on his thighs and didn't come near his throbbing manhood.

"Are you ready yet?" she asked quietly, looking into Bardon's eyes. "Are you ready to accept me? To find your relief in my body?"
 
Bardon looked up as he heard sounds from the shifting bed, and saw Noriam get up and off to approach him. Of course, she was still utterly naked, a fact that just made his torment even worse as he took in all of her powerful, sexy body. He took a deep, shuddering breath as she knelt by him and began running her hands over his feverish, sweat-slicked skin. No matter how he had moved his legs during the night, he couldn't get off from the rubbing of his manhood against his pants, and in fact, it often made it worse. His bulging crotch was almost visibly throbbing underneath the tight confines of the fabric as Noriam pushed his thighs apart, but did not free his imprisoned erection.

With erratic, heavy breaths, Bardon looked up into Noriam's eyes as she asked her question, then he closed his own. He couldn't take it anymore. He just couldn't. "M...make it...stop..." He said very slowly, enforcing what will he could gather together to avoid undignified stuttering. "It...burns...too much...just...make....it stop...I don't...care if...if it's with...you..." There, he said it. He hated giving into the Amazoness, but she was cheating with how she poisoned him. It wasn't much of a dishonor that way...
 
Noriam undid Bardon's pants as he closed his eyes. It seemed he was putting up one last internal struggle, then lost. The way he fought made Noriam wet, but the way he begged made her even wetter. She smiled and pulled his pants slowly down his legs as he stuttered out his consent. The cinnamon-skinned Amazon chuckled deep in her throat as Bardon claimed he didn't care if it was with her.

"You will soon," she promised in a deep, sultry voice. "Soon you'll never want anyone but me...and you'll love it. Just wait my sweet. You'll have never been happier in your entire life."

With a kind, if not somewhat taunting, smile Noriam lowered herself onto her new, barely-broken slave. With as long as he'd held out it just made it feel like that much more of a victory for her, making the sex more enjoyable for her. Draping her arms over his shoulders, Noriam slowly rode Bardon, her tight cunt milking his throbbing, aching shaft. The Amazon closed her eyes and groaned, tilting her head to one side.

"You're better than I thought," she groaned quietly, kissing Bardon lustily. "It's even better when you're so desperate." She smiled and leaned her forehead against his, trying to stay quiet so as not to wake her other slaves. They had had a long day yesterday.
 
Bardon opened his eyes again and looked up slightly to glare at Noriam as she pulled off his pants and insisted he would enjoy being raped by her, that he would come to want to be her pitiful playtoy. Despite the fire in his loins, he still internally railed against such blasphemous ideas. He would not place himself subserviant to a woman!

And then she straddled herself into his lap, taking his cock into her tight, wet pussy, and none of that mattered anymore. Bardon's eyes snapped wide open and his jaw opened to gasp in a sharp breath, as his cock was engulfed by something so warm and snug as her. All the pent-up frustration he'd been feeling since last night was shoved right to the forefront of his mind and body, with the primal need for release consuming him in an inferno of pleasure.

He continued to take openmouthed, shuddering gasps as Noriam slowly began to ride him, pumping her squeezing cunt on his throbbing cock. With her arms draped over his shoulders, her huge, naked, and firm bosom pressing and rubbing against his sweaty chest, and his shaft feeling more sharp and fierce pleasure than he had ever experienced, he couldn't help but lose voluntary muscle control as his body took over for what it craved. He groaned as he began uncontrollably bucking his hips up, as much as he could with his arms tied to the post behind his back, to thrust into Noriam's pussy faster and harder.

He wasn't expecting or prepared for Noriam to suddenly capture his mouth with hers, to steal a deep, lustful kiss from him that left him even more breath-deprived after she broke off. He vaguely registered her words in the back of his mind, but he was beyond actually responding to her. He needed to cum. Oh gods, he needed to cum so bad. He could feel an intense, mighty pressure begin to mount in his loins, building up to a bursting point that would finally grant him relief from the night of mushroom-induced relentless cockteasing he'd been forced to endure. His teeth clenched together as he started bucking his hips harder in desperation.
 
Noriam grinned at Bardon, at his reaction to her riding his needy cock. She brushed his hair back off of his forehead, her breathing beginning to come harder as he bucked his hips up into her. She gasped and groaned quietly as he reached deeper inside her. At the heightened arousal, milk began to seep from her nipples down her large, matronly breasts before dripping onto her stomach. Leaning forward, the Amazon pressed her forehead against Bardon's and looked deeply into his eyes.

"Listen to me, my love. You may cum now when you feel like it, but this will be the only time. You will learn from here on out to cum only when I say so. Do you understand?"

As she spoke to him, Thaddeus awoke to the sounds of lovemaking yet felt no movement in bed. He had always been a light sleeper and his goddess's voice and heavy breathing had awoken him. Opening his eyes he rose from the bed where he had been snuggled with his harem brothers to see Noriam on top of the new guy. Getting out of bed as quietly as he could, he made his way over to the two of them and gave Bardon a look of approval before lowering his mouth to Noriam's breast.
 
Bardon couldn't stop the wild thrusting of his hips if he wanted to. He could feel his climax approaching as Noriam rode him to pleasure herself, when she leaned her head closer to speak to him in a husky, breathy voice. His eyelids fluttered open to reveal his spaced-out blue eyes, barely able to focus on Noriam's own to listen to her words while he continued to buck his hips like an animal. His eyes did seem to clear up for a moment, with Noriam's words seeming to register to him, but then they glazed over again as he began panting faster and faster with his imminent orgasm. Just after Thaddeus had left the bed to come over to partake of Noriam's sweet, hormone-flooded 'I'm fucking now' milk--much like it had been yesterday when she allowed Damon to join his body with hers--Bardon hit the point of no return as his eyes widened and he tilted his head back as far as he could. His hips began to thrust erratically, until every muscle in his body tensed with him pushing up and holding there, and he let out a deep, orgasmic cry as he began pumping his seed into Noriam.

With the mushroom having repressed the better part of a day's worth of pent-up sexual hunger, it was the most intense orgasm Bardon had ever experienced in his life. His entire body felt electrified and on fire as he achieved the powerful release, until he was spent in every way and slumped back down. His mouth hung wordlessly open as his head felt to the side, with utterly blank eyes while he began to recover in the afterglow. Thaddeus glanced at him and briefly stopped nursing from Noriam to ask "Wow...not often you get to see the result of any men able to hold out on the mushroom for that long. Did Lyst look like that when he finally succumbed?"

"Probably." Said an amused voice from behind the three. Bardon's roaring orgasm had woken up the rest of Noriam's harem, who were all sitting up on the bed and looking at their personal goddess as she finished with the new guy. "While it was, in the end, one of the most wonderful experiences of my life, it's not something I'd want to repeat again willingly..." Lyst finished as he shook his head with a smirk, and got off the bed with the others. Noriam's harem all yawned and stretched, getting ready for their morning duties with the new day.
 
Noriam thrust against Bardon as he jerked himself erratically to climax. Bracing herself against his shoulder, she gasped and sighed as she felt his seed pound her cervix. She shuddered in pleasure as Bardon filled up her slick cunt with his seed and Thaddeus nursed at her breast. This was definitely something she could get used to; every man in her harem had some quirk or kink about him. Perhaps she could make Bardon keep in his urges to himself for a day at a time. It could be...interesting.

When Thaddeus detached himself from her breast she stood, allowing Bardon's cum to slide down her leg as she crossed the room to Lyst. She chuckled as he came to lean against him while he recounted his experience with the agony-inducing mushroom, Bardon temporarily forgotten. Leaning down she nuzzled Lyst's neck and wrapped her arms around his waist possessively, kissing his neck. The occasional Amazon took an actual husband, and was typically thought a bit of an oddball for it. Noriam had long believed that if ever she were to take a husband it might be Lyst. But of course, that was silly. Marriage required monogamy, and no one man was enough to satiate an Amazon.

"Mmm, you were quite glad to finally be given the opportunity to enjoy me, as I recall," she purred, sliding her fingers through his hair. "He was nearly as eager." She looked around the room at Bardon and Thaddeus, then over to the men sliding off of the bed. "The rest of you get to your duties, and show Bardon his. Damon, you can start breakfast. Lyst, you get back in bed."

Noriam smiled seductively at him before pushing him gently back onto the bed then straddling him. "Your new brother has a lot to learn about pleasing his Goddess. I expect you to be a good leader and teach him. For the time being, however..." She leaned down to where his face was inches from hers. "Well...I think you would have been able to tell if I had cum. You know what to do, darling."
 
Lyst grinned as he watched Noriam get up and walk straight for him, sensing that his goddess wanted him to serve her right then. He let himself melt into her embrace, that comfortable physical reminder that he belonged to her with how she gripped him. His eyes then fluttered closed as she ran her fingers through his hair, giving him a very pleasant sensation while she spoke. "Oh indeed, I could never not enjoy my Amazon owner with all my heart when I am given the chance..." He looked over Noriam's shoulder to where Bardon was still slumped against the post. "He is squandering such a beautiful gift."

Noriam's strongest slave then grinned wider as she commanded him to return to bed, though didn't even give him a chance to comply as she gently pushed him over onto it. He was already aroused by the time Noriam crawled on top of him to straddle him, while telling him what he should be doing next. He smiled, leaned his head up just slightly to Noriam's, so close to his own, and stole a brief, but engaged kiss from her lips before breaking away. "Of course, my beautiful goddess..." He said as both his hands moved up the outside of Noriam's thighs to caress and grope her supple asscheeks. At the same time, he leaned up his head again to nuzzle into Noriam's neck like she did to him, but Lyst's nuzzling was more intense with licking and sucking on her skin, which he knew she loved. His left hand then stopped rubbing Noriam's ass to then travel between her legs to stroke her slit, feeling Bardon's cum leaking out of her. "What position would you like, my goddess?" He asked as he lovingly rubbed his face in her neck.

Meanwhile, Bardon had begun to recover, as a low, long groan escaped his lips while consciousness began to return to him. The other menslaves had already begun milling about for their morning duties, cleaning things up while some began to work on crafting some barter goods. Damon procured some food from storage, and began cooking up a large, hearty breakfast of eggs, meat, and bread for everyone. Alcon, in lieu of Lyst, moved over to where Bardon was stirring. "Hey. You. Eyes up. You hearing me?" Bardon blinked and shook his head, with things finally coming back into focus from his mindsplitting orgasm. "Your first job is gonna be cleaning last night's dishes. If you don't give me any trouble, I'll untie you."

Bardon was cursing himself for weakness in giving in to the insidious mushroom poison. He had to make up ground, he had to resist...because after having sex with Noriam once--especially under such intense conditions--it was so much harder to keep the idea of accepting being a slave from his mind, because he wanted to have a taste of Noriam again. While the things he overheard Noriam's daughter talking about yesterday sprung to his mind, he set his jaw and looked up at Alcon defiantly. "...No. No, I refuse to become a dog to do as he's told."

Alcon's face hardened. "You don't do it, you don't get food, and you stay there."

Bardon kept silent, because he didn't trust himself to not capitulate if he opened his mouth again.

Alcon shook his head in disappointment and joined his brothers. "Damon, don't bother cooking anything for the new one." He called out as the menslaves all sighed at Bardon's stubbornness.
 
Noriam tut-tutted and tapped Lyst on the nose. "Now darling, he's learning. Remember this. He'll realize soon enough what he's giving up. Then he'll change."

She smiled as he praised her, talking about how much he loved her and loved being owned by her. She kissed his neck as she eased him into her. With her hands on Lyst's chest she began to ride him slowly. If she tilted her hips just right she would manage to hit her clit on his substantial shaft. She thought on his question before grinning down at him and flipping them over so he was on top. It was a rare position indeed, and an honor that belonged only to the most dominant male of the household.

"Just make me cum, darling," she purred, setting her hands on his hips to guide him. "After that I don't care where you finish; in me, in Darshe, your choice for being such an obedient, handsome, strong man." She smiled and reached up to ruffle his hair affectionately. Overhearing the conversation going on in the hut, Noriam looked under Lyst's arm at Bardon on the floor.

"These are the rules, Bardon. If you're not careful, you'll get another half a mushroom and stay that way until you've completed an entire week's chores." It was a threat Noriam had only had to use a few times before when breaking her men, but none of them had ever pushed her to making good on it. She would, however, if it were called for. After warning her new toy, she turned her smile back to her Favored One. "Just wait until the fertility festival next week, Lyst," she purred as he found his rhythm in her.

"Yes, Alcon," Damon called back, shaking his head at the stubbornness of his new brother. Perhaps he was like Damon himself, in need of a bit of a softer touch to be able to see the wonders of this way of life. If he had time, he decided, he would talk to Bardon about how life as the servant of a goddess was the best sort of life on the planet.
 
Lyst nodded at Noriam's gentle admonishment, leaving his thoughts on the rebellious new 'brother' aside to focus entirely on the wonderful, awe-inspiring woman atop him. He took in a quick breath of anticipation as she guided herself to his shaft, and then freely let out a relaxed, uninhibited moan of pleasure as the amazoness lowered herself onto him. While he had grown to love Darshe, he never tired of this, never tired of the heaven that was Noriam's body. With ease, he rolled his hips up into her as she slowly rode him, his experienced motions maximizing the pleasure for both of them.

It was only a mild surprise when Noriam rolled over, keeping hold on Lyst so he was switched to be on top of Noriam as they pressed their bodies together. This wasn't the first time she had allowed him to take this position, but it certainly wasn't common. He was determined to make the most of it. He waited until she finished explaining things to Bardon and turned her attention back to him, then began to slowly rock himself back and forth, sliding his shaft through her slick, but very tight channel. With a naughty grin, he decided to take advantage of the fit Amazon's flexibility and get Noriam in a position where he could really get deep in her and make her to cum. He hooked both his arms under Noriam's knees, then slowly folded her legs up closer to her body, until they were near her chest and caught over his shoulders. Noriam's ass was lifted up and her pussy exposed for him while he kneeled over her, and with his hands braced on her shoulders and him looking her straight in the eyes, he began to thrust back and forth at a moderate pace, plunging his cock deep into Noriam to hit her 'sweet spot'. He didn't rush, taking it gradual at first, working to extend the amount of pleasure she was feeling and the time he was able to spend pleasing her. He breathed huskily over her as he moved, letting out blissful groans while he fucked her.

Most of the other menslaves took a moment to glance at their goddess while their very privileged harem-leader took Noriam in such an uncommon way, raising eyebrows before returning to their tasks. Torom eventually finished his and donned his loincloth again and went to help Damon with the breakfast cooking. The quietest man in the harem didn't have a problem accepting the weakest, even as the others scoffed. With the cooking well under way and almost done, Torom soon relieved Damon entirely, letting the smaller man get his loincloth as well and freeing him up for a few minutes, until Noriam was done with the harem-leader at least.

Meanwhile, Bardon was still recuperating from his intense morning 'workout', even tied to the post as he was, when Damon walked over. Bardon almost tensed defensively out of reflex, but managed to not let it show to what he saw as the most worthless man of them all. Damon stopped nearby, then turned to watch the two lovers on the bed as their grunts and moans filled the home. Bardon tried to ignore it, but even as aching as he was from enduring the mushroom for the night, his manhood couldn't help but wake up again at the noise. "I'm the worst off of all of us, you know." Damon said suddenly while still watching the scene, causing Bardon to turn his head and raise an eyebrow at the abrupt words. "Pretty much everyone else looks down to me. Physical prowess is most valued in Amazon society, and I have none. I lose almost every fight and spar. The others pick on me, and our goddess smiles on me the least. Yet, I still wouldn't leave here if I could." Bardon's eyebrow raised higher as Damon turned to look at Bardon. "You know why? Because all that still isn't that bad. It's a nuisance sometimes, but not bad. It's all worth it, because this is the best life you could have. Putting aside any goals, what does anyone want out of life? To live, preferably in comfort. And if you let an Amazon claim you, you'll be safe, and she'll give you the most comfortable life you could imagine." Damon turned his head back to the bed. "Think about that, Brother." Bardon just kept silent with his own thoughts.
 
Noriam chuckled at Lyst's expression when she first flipped them over. She had been in a generous mood lately, first with Damon and now with him. It was because of the fertility festival next week; it was her favorite time of year, and the Amazons' biggest holiday. Men fought both for dominance and for show, as did Amazons themselves. There were flowers and songs and more food at once than there was the rest of the year. All of this cultivated with the strongest of each harem accompanying their Amazon to the Goddess's shrine deeper in the jungle to mate. Only a few Amazons were blessed with children each year, and so if any one woman bore a daughter--they were always daughters--more than once, she would be held in very high esteem indeed and considered holy in some cases, perhaps if she bore more than twice in her lifetime, which had only happened twice in Amazon history apart from the Goddess Herself. Lyst had already given her one child, and she had a good feeling about this year. Perhaps if she could break Bardon in time, he could compete with Lyst for the privilege of trying to give his goddess a child.

The harem leader surprised her a little when he slid his arms behind her knees and began folding her upward. Her surprised expression turned to a smile as her thighs reached her matronly breasts and her knees slid over Lyst's shoulders. She reached up between her knees to pull his head down so she could kiss him deeply.

"Oooh I'll bet you dream of this all the time," she chuckled, pressing his forehead against hers. "I'll bet you like to pretend you can dominate me the way you do Darshe, hmm? Naughty boy!" He was, however, very clearly the good kind of a naughty boy.

Noriam gasped when Lyst angled himself just right. All of her men were very loving and devoted and always did their best, but Lyst had been the only one to ever find her sweet spot. That was one of the many qualities that made him the leader. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she crossed her ankles behind his neck, pushing her hips up so he could get...right...there! Oh dear Goddess!

"Mmmm oh yeah...Oh Lyst...by the Goddess!" She barely had to move her hips for him to keep hitting the right place over and over and over. "Oooh yes darling! Mmm...harder you naughty little boy!" Her hands clenched in his hair, near his scalp. She was so close, but she wasn't certain if she wanted to cum yet.

Darshe looked up from his task when he heard his name, but realized she wasn't speaking to him. He didn't look back down immediately, but took a moment to enjoy the contractions in his lover's finely toned ass as well as the seductive bounce of his goddess's breasts and licked his lips. He wished he could join, but this seemed to be a task special for Lyst alone. His ear caught the one-sided conversation being had a short distance away from him and he sauntered over.

"He's right, you know," Darshe said, giving Damon an approving nod. "Once you accept her, you're set for life. You'll be safe, fed, sheltered, loved...what more could anyone ask for?" He knelt down next to Bardon and studied him for a few moments. "Is it that she's a woman? Because I was like that too, you know. I could talk to Lyst, see if we could work something out. Our goddess is the only woman I've ever been with and believe me, it's not a decision I regret."

It was true: Darshe had always found more comfort in the arms--and beds--of men. Noriam was the one incredible exception to the rule, always had been. Once he had been lent out to another Amazon for some manual labor, followed by providing her several services with Noriam's permission. She had been kind when he'd come back, asking to never be used for that purpose again. In fact, the following few days she had favored him, feeling flattered that he enjoyed being with her and only her as far as women were concerned.
 
Lyst chuckled in response to Noriam's teasing accusation while he rocked her body back and forth. "Oh no, my goddess, I know you are always the master, I'm just...doing...what...you...told me!" He grunted out as he began slamming his hips down harder and faster. He was treated to seeing his goddess' eyes roll back in her head and gasp out as he pounded deep inside her.

At Noriam's command, he began to go all out, throwing his weight and his strength into every thrust, rutting her so hard he would have injured a non-Amazon woman, but he knew she could not only take it, she would be all the more pleased with him for it. His fingers dug into her shoulders as he panted and gasped. The entire bed--large enough for Noriam and her whole harem to sleep on at once--began to shake under the force of their lovemaking, with the sounds echoing through the house and commanding the attention of all the other menslaves, who momentarily paused in their duties to watch the impressive show before them. Lyst felt a powerful heat begin to rise in his loins, but he held back with years of training. In between thrusts, he gasped out "Tell me...when I...can...cum..." while he intensely and roughly rammed his cock into Noriam, striking her sweet spot every time, practically punishing the amazoness to a climax herself.

Yet again, Bardon couldn't help his attention focusing on the coitus of the amazoness, with the fresh physical memory of her riding him returning to his mind. When Darshe addressed him, Bardon blinked and turned his head, while a gamut of emotions played through him. "Well, yes...er, no, not like that...I..." Bardon trailed off, unable to complete his thought. He still couldn't see himself bowing to a woman...but Noriam had the best body he had ever experienced. Along with Damon's argument, Bardon could no longer deny the truth in his mind; he wanted more. He wanted her. The taste she had given him of herself was too good, he couldn't turn his thoughts away from it anymore. Despite his 'convictions', he found himself thinking that he would do whatever it took to get another round with that...

...goddess of a woman.
 
Noriam grunted as Lyst pounded her hard, punishing her slick cunt. Only he knew how to push her body to its limits while still being just...such a fantastic fuck. Sometimes, when she was feeling generous and it was just the two of them like this, it almost became a competition. She often thought the only reason it wasn't was because Lyst would always hold back just that last little bit to keep it from being a true completion; he always let her win, even if she would have won anyway. She laughed when he begged her to tell him when he was allowed to cum.

"Not...until after...after I have..." she grunted before biting hard on his shoulder. She was almost there. "So close...oh Goddess! YES! Aaaahhh....!" All at once in a weird contortion she managed to press her body against Lyst's and dragged her fingernails down his back, leaving livid red streaks from shoulders to hips, as she screamed out her pleasure with her head thrown back. It was all to Lyst now; he was allowed to cum wherever and however he wished this time.

"Not like that?" Darshe chuckled. "Brother, I don't know where you come from but I know how that goes." He held out his arm to show a scar sustained from when someone from the outside world had found out that he loved men. A whole other life ago, it seemed. "You don't have to hide here. So long as you can serve our goddess and the Great Goddess Arohana, you're allowed to take anyone you like as a lover." He smiled and kissed Bardon's cheek, touching his thigh gently. "You're safe here," he promised before following Bardon's gaze.

"Oh, I know," Darshe agreed as though his new harem brother had said something. "Aren't they just so amazing and sexy? They're always my favorite to watch...when they won't let me in of course." He chuckled and leaned his head on the tied-up man's shoulder, slowly beginning to touch himself as he very clearly ogled his lover. Voyeurism and exhibitionism weren't only allowed in this Amazon society, but encouraged.

"I dunno," rejoined Damon, still standing but only glancing down at Darshe and Bardon before going back to openly staring at the lovers on the bed. "Lyst is good, of course, but I've always loved watching Thaddeus with our goddess. Lyst is all brute strength; Thaddeus is sensual. It's always very clear how much he loves our goddess." Damon had never found any attraction to men, but could enjoy such a spectator sport objectively, like one evaluating art or a performance.

"Of course he's brute strength," Darshe chuckled. "You just don't know how good that is, whipping boy. She...handles you with care." He never took his eyes off of the Amazon and his lover, leaning against Bardon as he slowly touched his growing desire, which could barely be hidden by the loincloth anymore. He had grown so used to sex as a group that it hadn't even occurred to him that Bardon might be uncomfortable with such a thing, despite operating under the assumption that the new guy's problem with Noriam was that she was a woman.
 
Despite the sensations intensifying in his body by being bottled up, Lyst nevertheless held back his climax with the countless orgasm-denial training regimens he had been subjected to for many years since becoming Noriam's slave. After she grunted out her command and sunk her teeth into his shoulder, he began lifting himself even higher with each stroke, slamming his cock back down into Noriam to impact her sweet spot, almost bouncing her body between the bed and his. When she finally began screaming her way through her orgasm, causing her pussy to really squeeze around his cock, Lyst grunted loudly at the always-extreme sensation of having an amazoness cum on him while he reached up with his hands to grab hold of Noriam's ankles and pushed them all the way back until her feet were touching the bed above her head, stretching and bending her body still further to increase his access to her. He brought his hips crashing down into hers one last time, holding his body taut and straight as he began to dump burst after burst of his hot, thick, and copious load inside her. Once his own climax ended, he let go of Noriam and allowed her body to return to a normal straight position, after which he let his slick body collapse on top of her equally-sweaty self.

Bardon was mostly distracted by the spectacular, unrestrained, and public finish of the amazoness and her slave, before he turned his attention back to Darshe and registered his words, in time for Darshe to lay a kiss on his cheek. Bardon shook his head and recoiled from the other slave. "What?! No! I'm not into men, I meant that I..." Bardon looked back to the bed and let his head droop a bit as he muttered "...it's not right for a woman to be in charge..." he caught most of the following banter between Darshe and Damon, but paid it little heed as he lost himself in his own turbulent thoughts. The mention of a 'Great Goddess Arohana' stuck in his head, though. A few moments later, Alcon took a handle on the oogling menslaves. "Alright, show's over, you've all had your treat. Back to work." Before Noriam would need to tell them to do so, all the men returned to the chores they were performing prior to the distraction, with breakfast getting finished for everyone (except Bardon), and said Bardon left still tied up to the post, waiting for whatever demands Noriam would heap on him next.

While breakfast was passed out to the others, Bardon meanderingly cast his gaze around the house, with his eyes falling on several evidently religious icons and idols, mostly of an amazoness of even greater stature and exaggerated proportions from the other Amazons. As he was walking by, the usually quiet manslave Torom noticed Bardon's gaze. While he rarely spoke, Torom was a man who was actually fascinated with Amazon practices and religion, and was more well-versed in the Amazon's lore than any other of Noriam's menslaves. "The Great Goddess Arohana." Torom spoke up, answering Bardon's unasked question, who turned his head to look up at Torom. "The patron goddess of the Amazons, the one who bestowed her power on the first women worthy of her ideals, and ensures that only worthy Amazons are born to them. In fact, the fertility festival is coming up soon..." Bardon couldn't help but raise a curious eyebrow at this.
 
Noriam stretched easily, her feet touching the bed behind her with no pain from the unnatural position. She groaned her appreciation as she felt load after load of Lyst's cum emptying into her. This was the seed which had given her a daughter, which Noriam knew would one day give her another. She had hopes for Bardon, but doubted even he could rise to the standard which Lyst had set.

"Time for a bath now, when you can move," Noriam informed her harem leader. "Then you can bathe yourself before joining your brothers, if you wish."

Torom nodded at Bardon's expression. "Once a year the Amazons hold a fertility festival, a week long celebration of the Great Goddess Arohana. There's plenty of food, wine, singing, and dancing, and most of the men are allowed to roam without supervision. But the main event of the festival is the tournaments." He looked down at the new slave to see if he was interested before continuing. Torom was the most cerebral of the group, and few of the others ever had the patience to listen to him when he did speak.

"Amazons fight each other for dominance, though not to the death. Typically the women with the most men is considered of a higher status and have more power and influence in the tribe, so during the tournaments they're put with their own 'class', so to speak. Noriam has some of the most; the highest number I've seen is eleven, so I suppose you could consider her a nobility of sorts.

"Anyway, the men of each household also fight for dominance. It establishes a pecking order every year, but I don't think I've ever seen the dynamics of our house change. Lyst has always been our leader, Alcon second, Darshe third. Damon has always been the lowest in our house. As well as being the leader, though, this also earns a right to mate." Torom looked down at Bardon and smiled, knowing this part might interest him.

"Amazons seem to be sterile for the rest of the year, but the last day of the fertility festival they go out into the jungle with their champions blindfolded. Lyst says they always stop at a stone temple of sorts with a giant, golden icon of Arohana and they spend the entire day making love. Very few Amazons get pregnant, a handful at most I think, and are revered by the others when they do. Two daughters--they're always daughters--makes them powerful, more than that in a lifetime makes them holy. Noriam says that's only ever happened twice, apart from the Goddess. She and Lyst already have a grown daughter, Inara, but I know she wants another. She is very...ambitious."

Torom was different from the others. He worshipped Noriam the way they did and fought for her attention and affection, but had always refrained from calling her 'goddess.' Noriam didn't mind, but had always found it a little odd. Of course Torom considered her his personal goddess, but in the name of scholarly objectivity didn't call her that since she was not, he knew, actually divine.
 
Lyst cuddled Noriam's statuesque body with his own broad, powerfully-muscled frame, nuzzling and kissing her neck as they both came down from their climaxes. When she informed him of her desire for a bath, he moved up to capture her lips with his own, giving her a brief but deep and tender kiss before sliding off of her and off the bed. "Of course, goddess my love, I am always eager to serve and enjoy bathing you..." He said as he stood up and waited for Noriam to get up so he could follow her to the baths. As Noriam got up, Matthrew approached, touching his collar and bowing as he did so, as was required for respect. "Goddess Noriam, I have finished my morning tasks, may I also accompany you and Lyst to the baths? I would most love pleasing and relaxing you with my hands as you are clensed."

Damon then approached just after Matthew, performing the same collar-touch and bow formality. "Excuse me, my goddess. I have finished breakfast and it is being served, and in addition, the set of pottery that Allia ordered from you has finished curing since Alcon completed the set last night. Shall I deliver the cart to her and retrieve the payment, now?" He asked. While Damon was the 'lowest' of the menslaves in their own hierarchy, Damon was one of Noriam's Trusted slaves--marked by the blue band on his collar--one who could conduct business transactions in Noriam's place if she did not care to do so in person. The Amazonian 'economy' as it were, within and between tribes, was also built off the labor of the menslaves. Any useful skills they had were put to work to keep the Amazons sheltered, fed, and supplied with luxuries, while the Amazons handled the matters of defense and occasional raids on a non-Amazonian tribe or settlement that offended them or encroached on their territory.

As Torom explained things to Bardon, his head spun with the new information, learning how deeply set and surprisingly nuanced Amazon society was. Torom's guess was also spot-on, as he mentioned the right to mate and how it worked, Bardon's face got particularly thoughtful. He had always wondered to himself if he would choose to sire a child as opposed to just enjoying wenches as he pleased, but he knew that if he was to have a legacy, he would want a decently strong woman to carry it, and strengthen his child. Bardon looked back at Noriam. Like his thoughts earlier of how he just wanted to experience her again after how awestruck the first time left him, he knew that if he was to ever have a legacy, there was no better woman than Noriam that he had ever seen. It still rankled him that she thought herself in charge and he the slave...but even so, as his mind solidified its conclusion, he knew his new goal, his new dedication would be to mate with Noriam and have her bear his offspring. His eyes settled on Lyst's back as the other manslave walked to the baths of the tent-house with Noriam, and he knew that he would have to challenge and defeat Lyst. Lyst was now the obstacle in his path. Bardon's heart beat faster at the thought of having another worthy fight in his future.
 
Noriam smiled against Lyst's kiss before getting up to lead the way toward a large wooden tub which had been filled with warm water by the others while they had been making love. She looked down at Matthew as he offered to massage her while she bathed. She smiled and ran a hand through his hair.

"Of course, my darling." And when Damon offered to bring the pottery over to Allia, her smile grew wider and she kissed the runt's forehead. "How lucky am I to have such devoted men. Go on, then. And tell Allia we'll have the price discussed, no less."

Matthew removed his loincloth as Noriam stepped into the tub to join Lyst, who was already ready with a wet cloth and oils for her hair. He followed after her and waited patiently as she sank into the water, letting it cover her head. When she emerged again, sighing in contentment and rubbing the water out of her eyes, Lyst gently moved her hair to the side and began rubbing down his goddess to clean the sweat of love from her body.

Torom, on the other hand, was observing Bardon. A change seemed to come over him, as though he had suddenly accepted the situation. He followed the new man's line of sight, then smiled and shook his head. A man with such machismo would of course want to sire a child to carry on his legacy; who better than Noriam? Torom himself longed for a child with his personal goddess, though he knew that it would never be possible.

"Good luck," he said quietly to Bardon with a half-smirk. "Nobody's ever beaten Lyst. Even if you did, you'll get no son from her."
 
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