The Amazon's Prize (PsionicCuttlefish & Madam Mim)

Matthew waited with eager anticipation as Lyst and Noriam slowly got themselves into the bathing tub. Once they were set and Lyst began working on cleaning her, Matthew stepped into the spacious tub as well, with there just being enough room for the naked three of them. Lyst stood in the water in front of Noriam, while Matthew stood behind her, with her standing between them. Together, they attended to their amazoness. Lyst used a soap and sponge to scrub down Noriam's front, working from her neck, to her breasts, and then to her belly. At the same time, Matthew put his skills to use and massaged Noriam, starting with her shoulders. He ground the heels of his hands into her skin, while rubbing little circles with his thumbs as he moved his hands from her shoulders, to her upper back, and then to her lower back, getting her sides and spine. Anywhere Matthew felt a tense knot in Noriam's muscles, which he was good at finding, he worked that spot over firmly until Noriam's body loosened up.

As they got lower, Lyst scrubbed down the front of Noriam's waist while Mathew pleasantly squeezed and rubbed at her ass. Kneeling down, they both took deep breaths before ducking under the waterlevel to get at her legs, with them continuing their pattern as Lyst scrubbing down the fronts of Noriam's legs, and Matthew pressed his fingers into the backs of Noriam's thighs, then her calves. Both men resurfaced and stood up before they, by unspoken agreement, switched places; Matthew walked around to Noriam's front while Lyst moved behind her. Both men were fully erect in their arousal, but they paid no attention to themselves--this time was specially for their goddess. They then repeated their previous process, with Lyst washing down Noriam's back, and Matthew started massaging at Noriam's biceps, before moving briefly to her collarbone and then to her breasts. While Matthew was undeniably the best of Noriam's slaves with his hands, he didn't pay much special attention to her breasts like the obsessed Thaddeus did. Matthew continued to Noriam's abs, making especially sure to work out any lingering tension from her intense 'workout' with Lyst. Lyst then ducked down to scrub Noriam's thigs and calves, but Matthew did not kneel down into the water with him this time. Instead, Matthew, took a step closer to Noriam, pressing up against her front with one hand reaching up to the back of her neck, and the other reaching between her legs. Matthew rested his face into Noriam's cleavage while he began to deftly dance his fingertips over Noriam's pussy, stroking her slit up and down, just the beginning of his work. None of Noriam's harem could send a woman wild with their hands like Matthew could.

Bardon, with no show to look at now that Noriam was out of sight, turned his head up to look at Torom after the man spoke his admonishment, and returned a smirk of his own. "No one who fought Lyst before was me. I don't think his position is as secure as you believe..." Bardon replied haughtily. Torom just scoffed and left to get his breakfast with the others, leaving Bardon to stew until the next time Noriam wanted to do something with him.

Damon, meanwhile, loaded up the set of bowls, goblets, cups, vases, and pots that had been made onto a small cart, which he wheeled out of Noriam's home and into the 'streets' of the Amazon village. Damon walked down the paths unaccompanied, passing by the other Amazons and their slaves going about their daily business, with most doing their usual daywork, some being put to personal use by their Amazons, and the occasional fresh man who was still being broken in. Damon eventually reached another particular tent-house, stopping and speaking to the first manslave he saw at the entrance. After being given Damon's message, the manslave went inside to fetch Allia, while Damon waited outside for her to arrive so the business could be conducted.

Noriam groaned as her slaves bathed and massaged her. She smiled as she mentally congratulated herself on having such taste. There had been men she had captured and either sold to other Amazons or simply killed; she had sensed that they would be useless as slaves. Some of her sister Amazons had broken men simply for the sake of breaking them--or trying to--and building their harem. This to Noriam was senseless; each man in a harem must have a useful skill. And she was certainly glad she had kept the skilled men that she had.

Matthew rested his face in her matronly breasts as Lyst scrubbed down her legs and Noriam knew what came next. Still, it didn't keep her from gasping and bracing herself lightly on Matthew's shoulders as he rubbed her slick pussy with his skilled fingers. The Amazon groaned her appreciation, gently moving her wet cunt against Matthew's hand as he pleasured her. Sweet Matthew was always content to please his goddess with his fingers, even if he didn't get his own release until later.

Across the village, Allia emerged from her hut and looked down at the man. He was a weakling, she could tell instantly, which was probably why he was trusted out on his own. She raised an eyebrow and looked haughtily down at him.

"What do you want, slave?" she demanded. She knew what he wanted, but she enjoyed making men who weren't hers uncomfortable in her presence.

As Noriam mumbled in pleasure, Matthew felt a nice tension in his own body as she rested her hands on his shoulders and leaned on him, while his one hand continued to cling to the back of her neck. He smothered his face deeper into her cleavage while he moved his fingers over Noriam's folds a little faster...before he finally took two of his fingers and pushed them right into her, curling them slightly to get at her sensitive inner walls as he pumped them in and out of her. He moved his fingertips up, down, and around inside her to stimulate as much of her as he could, and then to send her even higher, he gently flicked his thumb against her clit as he fingerfucked her, then rubbed his thumb against it. Lyst had finished washing Noriam and was now leaning against her back with his chest, along with his arms encircled around her stomach. After a moment, Lyst then moved his hands up, each to grab at one of Noriam's breasts to squeeze them slightly, incidentally and amusingly moving them around Matthew's head, before he then began attacking Noriam's nipples with his own fingertips. Noriam was sandwiched between her two menslaves pressing themselves against her front and back while they used their hands in an attempt to push her to a climax.

****

Allia had the desired effect on Damon, who bowed his head and avoided looking her in the eyes, before he composed himself to get to business. "I am here to deliver the goods you purchased from Noriam..." Damon said, gesturing to the cart. "I was told that the agreed price is fifty shells for the whole lot, which consists of twelve bowls, sixteen cups..." Damon continued rattling off the list of the cart's contents, pointing to each set of items in turn to show that everything was present and accounted for.

Noriam moaned in pleasure as Matthew's fingers worked her tight pussy and Lyst lavished her breasts with attention. She groaned encouragements before dissolving into unintelligible moans, her voice rising to a higher and higher pitch until her entire body tensed and jerked, crying out through her orgasm. She clenched Matthew's hair between her fingers as she leaned against Lyst's strong, broad chest before coming down off of the high of that wonderful little death.

"I'm so lucky to have such devoted men," Noriam purred, "but now I'm all dirty again...Silly boys." She leaned her head back onto Lyst's shoulder, feeling his rigid shaft pressing against the small of her back. "You may go see Darshe if you wish," she crooned, granting him permission to be with his lover to get rid of that not-so-little problem if he wished.

***

Allia watched as the little slave named off the contents of the cart. Her eyes narrowed and grew dark and she cut him off. "Shut up, bitch!" she commanded, grabbing him by the collar.

"You really think I'm stupid?" the Amazon growled, hatred glowing in her dark eyes. "I was told twenty shells for quality wares and this is the shit you bring me? This isn't worth five and you're trying to get more than double out of me?" She pushed him away and spat on the ground at his feet. "Go tell your mistress she can give me better-quality wares for twenty, not her cast-offs, and maybe I won't consider going elsewhere. One of Yara's men makes pottery three times better than this at half the price!"

Delight filled Matthew as he listened to Noriam's words of pleasure devolved into incomprehensible moans while he rapidly finger-fucked her. Even with his status as her slave, he utterly enjoyed that he could do this to his amazoness, that he could bring her such happiness. He and Lyst braced themselves as they heard Noriam's voice abruptly rise in pitch, knowing what was coming next. Lyst kept up his rough pawing at Noriam's breasts (with Matthew's head still 'trapped' between them) and firmly stood his ground as Noriam leaned against him for support through her orgasm. Matthew felt a strong tingle run up and down his spine as Noriam possessively grabbed at his hair and her inner muscles squeezed at his fingers while she came.

Soon enough, it was all over, and the two menslaves leaned away from Noriam to give her some room while she recovered. They both chuckled sheepishly together at her admonishment, while Lyst leaned in with a "Thank you, goddess..." and deeply kissed the skin of her neck before he stepped out of the bathing tub to retrieve a towel. Mathhew stayed behind, kneeling down as he got more soap ready and washed off Noriam's fresh cum dripping down her legs from her pussy. He was careful not to actually arouse her this time, and kept it purely business. Once Noriam was squeaky-clean, he stepped out of the tub as well and grabbed two towels, holding out one for Noriam to take before he got to drying himself off.

****

Damon was mid-sentence when Allia grabbed at his collar, causing him to choke off and sputter in shock. He kept very still, aside from his slight nervous shaking and breathing as Allia very dominantly stared into his eyes and criticized him. He could only bear to return her gaze for a few moments, before his eyes then submissively looked down while she ranted and shoved him away. Damon stumbled and fell on his rear, unable to even get out any rebuttals. Noriam had warned him before that Allia sometimes tried to bully other Amazon's slaves when she caught them alone, but he hadn't been prepared for this level of hostility.

Damon slowly picked himself up off the ground, still shaking slightly as he did so. Looking down at the ground and avoiding Allia's eyes, he mumbled under his breath "That was...the agreed...deal..." while he took hold of his wagon's handle and lifted it up to start walking back home with it. As he walked, tears brimmed in his eyes. It was expressly forbidden for any amazoness to bring actual physical damage upon another Amazon's property, even Allia wouldn't go that far. Noriam had instructed him that he should stand his ground when faced with her, weather whatever haggling she tried to work in and she would concede sooner or later, but...he couldn't. Damon couldn't bring himself to directly refute and contradict such a blatantly dominant individual, it just wasn't in his nature. And so, Damon made his way back home with his failure to carry out Noriam's errand hanging around his neck heavier than any collar.

Noriam dried off, patting down her smooth, dark sink before toweling off her hair vigorously. Hanging the towel up she looked over at Bardon, temporarily forgotten in the pleasure of the morning. With a smile she grabbed a comb and started over to him. This was normally something she did herself, but he needed to learn obedience. They could start small, she supposed.

"Here," she said, kneeling down and unbinding his hands for the time being, though keeping him tied to the center post, "you can comb my hair. Any man should be grateful to comb his goddess's hair."

****

"Did I say you could leave?!" Allia shrieked as Damon turned with his cart to go home. She caught him by the collar and yanked him back, still glaring with a wild fury. She stuffed a satchel in his hand, furious. "Twenty shells and leave the cart. That's twice what this pathetic attempt at pottery is worth and if Noriam has a problem with that she can deal with me directly instead of insulting me by sending her little bitch to demand payment for trash." She shoved him again, turning on her heel and stalking back into the hut. One of Allia's men came forward and grabbed the cart, giving Damon a pitying look. Not all men were as happy as Noriam's, though Allia's still loved her in the strange way a kicked dog will still fetch for its master.

Badon had let himself relax for a little bit since Noriam had gone out of view, not really paying attention to the other menslaves doing their usual work. With a start, he blinked and refocused his eyes as he heard footsteps approaching to be greeted with the delicious view of Noriam's naked body as she moved towards him. He watched her evenly as she slowly unbound his hands (though he was still tied to the post) to put a comb in one of them, with the command to do her hair. Bardon's instincts rebelled at the thought of 'serving', but the thing he wanted most now was to make Noriam bear his legacy, so he knew he had to behave. With a single soundless nod, the willful man waited for Noriam to turn away from him so that he could access her hair best, and brought the comb up. He started from Noriam's forehead, lightly bringing the comb across her scalp and then down the length of her hair. He repositioned the comb, slightly offset this time, and repeated. Slowly and gradually he worked the comb through as much of Noriam's hair as he could get. Despite the situation, the activity was strangely relaxing and satisfying to him. Eventually, he figured he had gotten all of Noriam's hair, and let his hands down. "Is that acceptable?" He asked her calmly.

*****

Poor Damon was completely caught off-guard by the sudden screech of the amazoness behind him. He was unable to resist being manhandled around by his collar, and his hands clutched around the sack shoved into them only out of reflex. He held frozen and wide-eyed as Allia growled at him, until she finally pushed him away, and prevented him from getting the cart. Still too shocked to react, Damon only watched for a moment as one of Allia's menslaves retrieved the cart and took it inside before he turned around and started jogging back to Noriam's place. This time, he was too shocked even for tears, as he ran on automatic instinct to get home.

A minute later, he came rushing in through the open flap of Noriam's tent-house just after Bardon had finished with the combing. He stumbled his way over to his goddess, shaking as he held the satchel tight to his chest. "G-goddess Noriam...I...I'm so s-sorry..." He said unsteadily. "I f-failed you...Allia d-didn't pay the agreed p-price, and took the goods..." Damon went down to his knees and bowed his head to the floor, holding out the light satchel in front of him. "I am at f-fault, I did n-not stand up to her..." He said, sniffling a little at the end.

Noriam sat patiently as Bardon combed her hair. When he was finished she ran her fingers through her hair and nodded, satisfied.

"Yes, that's very good Bardon. Thank you." The Amazon leaned in and kissed his forehead sweetly. She was usually loathe to deal out punishments and wanted her new man to realize that positive reinforcement was the way of this house. If he did good things, he would receive good things in return.

Just as she stood, Damon came rushing in. "Damon, slow down darling!" Noriam said as he stuttered out an apology and fell to his knees before her. She pursed her lips as he told her of Allia's actions and knelt to the floor in front of him. "Oh Damon...It isn't your fault," she purred, gathering him up to her breast to hold him. "I will talk to Allia, don't you worry." She kissed him tenderly before standing. "And then we will see what we have for someone so loyal to his goddess he would take blame instead."

Noriam gave her men a charming smile and bade them goodbye before marching out of her house and across the village. "Allia!" she called from outside the offending woman's home. "Get out here I want to talk to you!"

Bardon watched Noriam carefully as she examined her hair and how well Bardon had tended to it. To his slight surprise, she lightly praised him and leaned in to kiss his forehead. Bardon kept still, conflicted in his feelings from the gentle gesture. On the one hand, his still-clawing pride thought of it as a little demeaning, but on the other, it was simply...nice. A good thing, not like the mushroom-aphrodisiac punishment. Bardon settled for nodding in response and and remaining docile.

At that moment, the weakest manslave came rushing into the home, babbling about a failure while he threw himself at Noriam's feet. All the other menslaves paused in their duties to watch with concern. Sure, they all looked down on Damon as the weakest, but it was rare that he actually acted like this, something unusual must have happened.

Damon, meanwhile, was shuddering slightly at Noriam's feet as he tried to hold himself together. He didn't fear punishment from Noriam much--even if she did choose to punish him, he would gladly accept it (and depending on the punishment, perhaps even slightly enjoy it). Damon was more just so disappointed in himself for letting Noriam down. But then his goddess' sweet, comforting voice drifted down to him as he felt her hands start tugging him towards her. Damon readily complied, moving as Noriam directed him until she smothered him against her bosom. The tension immediately began bleeding out of him as he relaxed in her heavenly embrace. When Noriam stood with her declaration, Damon slowly climbed to his feet as well, breathing slower and more evenly. Noriam praising him for his loyalty warmed him, glad that she still saw some worth in him despite his mistake. He and the rest of the men watched Noriam as she swiftly left the house.

After a moment, Bardon realized that his hands were still unbound, and he could untie the remaining ropes keeping him against the post himself. But as he started to free himself, Lyst took notice. "Hey. You." The brawny man said, making Bardon freeze in place to look back at him. Lyst pointed at a washbasin. "If you're not gonna stay where Noriam put you, make yourself useful and help clean the dishes." Again, Bardon's pride rebelled at the thought, but he quickly noticed all the other menslaves were staring at him pointedly...all ready if he tried anything. Bardon was confident in himself, but not that confident. He gritted his teeth and nodded before he finished untying himself and got up to go to the washbasin and help with the work. In his mind, there would be a reckoning for Lyst. Bardon would beat him and rise to the top...

*****

After a few moments of silence, the redhaired amazoness strode haughtily out of her home, clad in simple strips of cloth that barely covered her 'modesty'. Allia folded her arms against her breasts as she stared back at Noriam. "And what do you want? Our business is completed...or do you want to try and sell me more substandard wares from your slaves?" She asked out with a smug quirk of her mouth and an upwards tilt of her chin.