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The following story contains graphical, fictional descriptions of non-consensual sex and bondage.  If you are not of legal age, you are a resident of a state or territory that forbids such material, or you are easily offended by erotic material...Stop!  Leave!
 
This story is a fantasy about bondage and non-consensual sex.  Unlike these fantasies, true-life domination and bondage should always be SAFE, SANE, and CONSENTUAL. 

Characters and scenes depicted are fictional unless otherwise noted by the author.  Many of the characters and scenes portrayed within are inspired by erotic artwork, erotic photography, and erotic fiction found in the public domain.  Any resemblance to actual people or real life situations is purely coincidental.  Any resemblance to another author's fictional work is also strictly coincidental unless otherwise noted. 

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Authors note (06/06/2000):  

Mistress Mandy was inspired by a childhood acquaintance of the author.  Princess Shandra, Countess Catherine, Lady Nicole, and Lady Colleen were inspired by bondage/fetish artwork from Sojame.  Lady Sarah was inspired by the beautiful, loving wife of the author.

If you have ever fantasized about being a helpless captive of beautiful women, the many adventures of Drew Thomas should be of great interest.  If being a prisoner of: Cat Woman, Amazon warriors, outlaw cowgirls, The Oakland Raider Cheerleaders, your female boss, the girl next door, or even your own wife, turns you on, keep reading.
 
This story is the tenth in a series of fantasies as seen through the eyes of the fictional character, Drew Thomas.

Current volumes include:
 1. "Drew's First Time"
 2. "Drew's New Job"
 3. "Drew's Mysterious Client"
 4. "Drew's Frightful Trip"
 5. "Drew's Royal Retreat"
 6. "Drew's Dreadful Demons"
 7. "Drew's Goddess Returns"
 8. "Drew's Surrender"
 9. "Drew's L.A. Adventure"
10. "Drew's Tropical Adventure"


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Drew's Tropical Adventure
The Drew Thomas Fantasy Series: Volume 10
Written by: your good boy


Prologue

If you have not read the first nine volumes, this story may seem confusing.  Since this is a continuing saga, I suggest you start at the beginning.  In case you do not believe me, I will try to catch you up on Drew.

Our "hero" is Drew Thomas, a mid-forties computer professional.  His life has been turned upside down during the past six months.  His wife of more than twenty years was killed in an accident.  His two sons have moved out of town to pursue their careers.

It has been thirty-five years since Drew's first encounter with bondage and Female Domination.  It has been nearly thirty years since our "hero" had his brief reunion with Mandy, his teenage bondage goddess.

Drew has been at his new job for only six months.  His first few months were filled with unexpected bondage and sexual activity.  He is being blackmailed by his incredibly beautiful boss.  He cannot quit or she will accuse him of sexual harassment.  During the past few months, he has fallen in love with his boss and his new life as a submissive pet.

Now, his childhood mistress has reappeared in his life.  She has offered to buy him from his boss/mistress for two million dollars.  The offer was refused in very emphatic fashion.  She has just received a professional football franchise.  She has asked Drew and his firm to handle the computer systems for the team.  She has also asked them to handle web sites for her bicoastal nightclub/dungeon operation.

Drew has asked his boss/mistress to marry him.  She reluctantly turned him down.  Instead, he has become a slave to his boss and six other mistresses.

He spent a week in "slave training."  He immediately spent two weeks in Los Angeles working on the new accounts and serving his childhood mistress.  Now, slave drew is returning to the office for the first time in three weeks.


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Chapter 1 - Welcome Home


This lowly male slave walked slowly past the desk of Jenny Jordan.  The lovely brunette secretary smiled at him.  He returned her smile.

"Good morning Ms. Jordan."  He muttered in a tired voice.  "Has the meeting already started?"

"They're waiting for you in the conference room."  A look of concern washed over her lovely face.  "You look pale.  Are you O.K.?"

"It's just jet lag.  I got home from L.A. at eight o'clock last night."  His voice sounded strained.

"You sure don't look like you could survive a day in there."  A knowing smile crossed her luscious lips.

This lowly male slave knew that a "typical day" in the conference room was anything but typical.  So did the young secretary.  Both of them had spent more than one day filled with bondage and torment in that room.

"This lowly male slave knows he couldn't survive."  He whispered as he started through the doorway.


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Looking around the conference table, this lowly male slave tried to assess the mood of his fellow staff members.  Was this a staff meeting, or was it going to be a bondage session?

Cathryn O'Hara sat at the head of the table.  The beautiful boss was in her mid-forties.  Her long red hair framed her lovely face.  Her green eyes fixed on him with an intense stare.  The incredible woman appeared calm and in control.  This lowly male slave hoped she was in a pleasant mood.  She was His Beautiful Loving Countess, and he hoped she was not angry with him.

Nicole DeLeon sat at the right side of her business partner.  Her black eyes shown brightly from her ebony face.  The athletically built Caribbean woman was also in her mid-forties.  The Caribbean Lioness glanced at her friend and partner.  Her gaze slowly returned to the man that stood in the doorway.

Across the table from Ms. DeLeon sat a tall, gorgeous blonde.  Shandra Stone was the Administrative Assistant to Ms. O'Hara.  She was the daughter of a college roommate of Cathryn O'Hara and Nicole DeLeon.  She was the heir to the throne of her Amazon island-nation.  She was very strong, yet had a perfect figure.  She was a fierce Amazon warrior, and a beautiful Amazon Princess.  During the past year, she had become His Kind and Gracious Princess.

Sitting next to the Princess was a beautiful young redhead.  Colleen Connor was Ms. O'Hara's niece.  She was a very intelligent, very athletic young woman.  She was trained in martial arts.  She was an experienced pilot that often flew the company plane.  She was also a junior partner in the firm.

The four women all looked at their slave as he hesitated in the doorway.  He was not only their new slave; he was their systems manager.  He had adapted very well to his dual role of professional manager and lowly male slave.

Cathryn O'Hara nodded her head toward a chair at the opposite end of the table.  This lowly male slave walked to the chair and sat down.

"Mr. Thomas," the redheaded boss began in a formal tone, "when you came to this firm, we were a small, but profitable company."  She paused as she stared into his eyes.  "Since you joined us, we have doubled in revenues and increased our market share of web services at an alarming rate."

This lowly male slave thought growth of this magnitude was a very positive thing.  Yet, her voice sounded like doom was imminent.

"In the two weeks since your appearance at the Conquistador press conference, this company has been deluged by phone calls.  Fifteen professional and thirty college football teams want us to develop their scouting and playbook systems.  Twenty mistresses want us to develop their web sites and handle their e-commerce requirements.  Hundreds of local Internet users have called inquiring about our home access options."

She paused as he struggled to determine the mood of the women.

"Do you know how hard it is to hire new employees that understand our lifestyle?  Do you know how hard it is to find dominants or submissives to work in an office?  Do you have any plan for staffing this company to meet this large demand?"

This lowly male slave sat stunned.  Growth was a normal goal in business.  Most companies would be envious of such high growth rates.  How could he respond to this line of questioning?

"Ms. O'Hara, this company is sufficiently staffed to handle this new level of business."  This lowly male slave said with confidence.  "The volume of inquiries will resume a more normal level very soon.  The web site design and e-commerce programs are mostly copies of our existing programs.  The systems staff can handle this crunch in a few weeks."

"But, your staff will be very busy with The Conquistadors!"  The redhead interrupted in an aggravated voice.

"Ms. O'Hara, with all due respect, this lowly male slave believes we should act as a consultant to the team.  We cannot possibly support their requirements from this location and with this staff."

A concerned look crossed the face of the normally confident woman.  "Have you discussed this with Mandy?"

"Of course not."  This lowly male slave cleared a lump from his throat.  "This staff needs to discuss the matter and agree upon a strategy."  He paused to await her response.  No response was forthcoming.  He continued with his thought.  "This lowly male slave suggests we offer to support the web requirements of her dungeons and nightclubs.  The football team needs its own staff and systems.  We should only assist in their development."

"That seems like a logical approach."  Cathryn O'Hara slowly gazed around the table.  "Any objections or alternatives?"  She asked the collection of mistresses.

No one spoke.  Everyone merely nodded in agreement.

"Excellent!"  The redhead exclaimed.  "We'll have a conference call with Mandy after lunch."

This lowly male slave slumped back into his chair.  The tension was slowly leaving his body.  The jet lag was quickly sapping his strength.



Chapter 2 - A Royal Surprise


"Drew," Cathryn O'Hara's voice softly brought him from his dazed state.  "You look exhausted.  Are you O.K.?"

Startled by the soft feminine voice, the exhausted slave moved suddenly in his chair.

"It's just jet lag.  I'll be fine."  This lowly male slave answered his lovely boss.

"Did Mistress Mandy treat you well?"  Her concern was very genuine.

"She took excellent care of your property, and he is in good condition for His Beautiful Loving Countess."  This lowly male slave said with a sheepish grin.

"And, based on her order for more drug patches, I would guess you were very well used."  The voice of Princess Shandra came from behind him.  He was very surprised to hear someone behind him.

"Well, judging from the video with the Conquistadoras, I'd say he had lots of fun."  Lady Colleen chuckled from her seat next to The Princess.

"He doesn't seem to be offering much information."  The Princess complained.  "I suggest we put him on the rack and force him to talk."

"This lowly male slave will gladly tell his mistresses anything they wish to know.  He does not need to be tortured."

"That shows how little the stupid slave knows."  Princess Shandra growled.  "A slave always needs to be tortured."

"Your lowly male slave is sorry, Your Highness.  He did not mean to be presumptuous."

"You're going to think 'presumptuous' when I get through with your pathetic little hide."  The Amazon warrior-princess snarled in a tone that sent shivers through his fatigued body.

This lowly male slave glanced around the room.  While he had been concentrating on the two young mistresses, the other two ladies had left the room.  He was alone with the two young women.

"Strip!"  Lady Colleen's command startled him to his feet.

Quickly he removed his clothes and folded them in a neat pile.  He turned toward the two women.  He quickly knelt with his butt on his heels, his palms facing upward on his thighs, and his head bowed.

"Very good," the young redhead purred sarcastically, "for a stupid slave.  Stand!"

This lowly male slave scrambled to his feet.  He stood with his back straight, his hands behind his back, and his head bowed.  He was completely nude except for his slave's thumb ring and his bright red plastic cock and ball cage.  

The rigid red plastic formed five ringed gates of hell around his growing penis, and a separator cage around his scrotum and testicles.  The device was very uncomfortable.  His balls were separated and squeezed constantly.  His cock could not become erect.  Every time he began to get aroused, the plastic rings would bite deep into his throbbing flesh.  The pain of the rings would cause his erection to wilt.  When he was in an arousing situation, such as this one, he would often grow and shrink several times.

Lady Colleen grabbed his cock and pulled him to the corner of the room.  

Princess Sandra began pressing buttons on the wall.  Soon, the conference table had disappeared under the floor.  It was replaced by a long bondage table.

Lady Colleen, still holding his cock like a leash, pulled him to the table, and shoved him onto it from the side.

The two women quickly began positioning their willing slave on the table.  His wrists were wrapped in cuffs and clasped to the head of the table.  His ankles were also cuffed and fastened to the ends of two legs that protruded like a "Y" from the table.  His back and butt were supported by the table.  His genitals hung over the edge, terribly exposed by the cutout section of the table.

This lowly male slave felt a patch being placed just above his left ankle.  It was obviously a drug patch.  He could only wonder whether it was a multi-orgasmic patch or an orgasm-preventing patch.  Either way, he would soon become very erect and very aroused.

The faint whisper of shoes walking on the carpet caused him to turn his head.  Lady Colleen was leaving the room.

"You two have fun!"  She exclaimed with an evil smirk on her face.

Princess Shandra walked between this lowly male slave's legs.  She began to fondle his plastic-encased cock.  He was already excited by the bondage.  The plastic rings mercilessly squeezed his enlarged member.  As the incredibly beautiful blonde Amazon teased him, the pain of the rings grew unbearable.

Realization of his predicament suddenly dawned on him.  The patch would force him to unquenchable arousal.  The rings would prevent his erection from growing.  If His Kind and Gracious Princess did not remove his cage, he would be mercilessly tortured.

"Your Highness?"  This lowly male slave queried.

"Yes, slave?"  She queried in return.

"Are you going to remove the cage before it becomes impossible to remove it?"  His voice quivered in fear of the answer she would give.

"No, slave, I'm going to let it cause you the worst pain you've ever felt."  Her blues eyes sparkled in delight as she watched the fear spread across his face.

"Your Highness?"  He asked, pausing briefly for permission to speak.  "Is your slave being punished?"

"No, slave, you are not being punished."  She replied.  "I just want to enjoy your misery for a while."

She placed her finger on his lips to quiet him.

"If you stop talking, I won't gag you."  She whispered.  "I'd rather hear you moan and scream."

The conversation had distracted this lowly male slave from his pain.  His cock was swelling between the unforgiving rings.  His balls were swelling in their cage, causing the center bar to aggravate the purple spheres even more than before.

"Uuuuggghhhhhh!"  A moan of agony escaped his lips.  The pain was becoming more than he could endure.  

The rings squeezed against his engorged cock.  The pain was becoming stronger.  It was almost intolerable.  The pain in his balls was much greater.  The pains began to creep into his belly.  His stomach was beginning to cramp.  His body tried to double over to protect him, to ease his pain.  The bonds on his wrists and ankles held him tightly stretched.

"Please!"  He groaned.  "Please remove it!"

"Your pathetic little cock had way too much fun in L.A."  The blonde Princess sneered at him.  "Mandy and her slaves spoiled you.  That new Mistress, Mary I believe is her name, let you cum too often."  She reached out and slapped his nuts with her palm.

"Eeeeeeeggggghhhhhhh!"  This lowly male slave screamed in excruciating pain.  His body trembled as the pain shot through him.  He could not hide.  He could not protect himself.  All he could do was tremble and scream.

"Did the Conquistadoras let you cum?"  The young Amazon asked with contempt in her voice.

"Yes, Your Highness."  This lowly male slave gasped with the little strength he could muster.

"How many times?"  She asked with jealousy in her tone.

"Several, I... I mean ... this lowly male slave had several orgasms.  They screwed me for over twelve hours."

"You had eight women screw you for twelve hours?"  She asked with a startled look on her face.

"Yes, Your Highness.  They spread-eagled this slave on a bed and put a patch on him.  He doesn't remember much ... it's just a blur."

The beautiful blonde reached her right hand toward this lowly male slave's crotch.  She gruffly grabbed his cock between her fingers.  The flesh was swollen and bulged around the rings of the plastic cage.  She pulled on the tortured shaft, causing intense pain for her suffering slave.

"Aaaaaaggghhhhh!"  The groan escaped is lips as his face contorted in pain.  "Your Highness, it hurts so bad.  This lowly male slave cannot bear it anymore.  Please!"

"Do you know what I'm going to do to you if I take it off?"  Her question had a hint of cruelty in it.

The tortured slave grimaced as he shook his head.  The pain was making speech almost impossible.  His face was twisted in agony.

"I'm going to screw you until you're almost crazy with lust."  She snarled in a soft voice as her mouth nearly touched his nose.  "Then, I'm going to leave you here with this patch driving you to tears."

This lowly male slave closed his eyes and desperately waited for her to free his throbbing genitals.  The young mistress slowly, deliberately, walked to a shelf and grasped a red plastic key.  She taunted her slave with the key, waving it in front of her as she slowly, sexily walked back to him.

The slave continued to groan in agony as Princess Shandra playfully toyed with his swollen manhood.  She teased his swollen cock by leaning over and licking its head.  She gently squeezed his bulging balls, causing him to scream in pain.  She giggled at his scream.  Delighted by his suffering, she curled her finger against her thumb and flipped the finger violently against his tender nuts.  His anguished squeal brought a wider, more sinister smile to her lips.

Finally growing bored with his agony, His Kind and Gracious Princess unlocked the plastic cage that restricted his cock and balls.  A loud sigh of relief escaped his mouth as the pressure was released from his balls.  He groaned as she roughly pulled the rings from his cock.

His pain had begun to ease, and the blood surged back into his groin.  Imaginary pins and needles pierced his nuts.  He writhed uncontrollably, struggling against his bonds.  No amount of struggling or squirming could relieve the terrible tingling that tormented his body.

His eyes had been closed for several seconds.  He opened them as the pain slowly ebbed.  Standing to his right side was the young mistress.  She was completely nude, and was smiling wickedly as she enjoyed watching his suffering.

Several minutes had passed as the young woman observed his struggles.  His pain had dulled to a mild throb, accompanied by an annoying, burning itch.  His erection, aided by the drug, was rock hard.  He always believed his erection, normally five-inches, was considerably larger when the drug patches were used on him.  There was never any doubt that his ability to stay erect for hours, through many orgasms, was possible only because of the drugs.

Princess Shandra climbed on the table and mounted his face.  Her wispy blonde pubic hair tickled his nose.  The smell of her love juices filled his senses.  She lowered her swollen labia to his lips.  He immediately began to struggle for air.  His tongue desperately began to work on her swollen lips.  He labored furiously on her dripping sex as his own mind became dulled by lack of oxygen.

He tilted his head backward despite his tight bondage.  He began to nibble playfully on her throbbing clit.  He quickly and repeatedly flicked his tongue against her little nub.  It only took a few minutes for him to bring her to an orgasm.  Her body trembled and shook as she softly moaned.  Her breaths were labored as she enjoyed the warm afterglow of ecstasy.

After what seemed like hours, the Amazon warrior-princess finally lifted her dripping blonde bush from her slave's face.  He lay gasping for air.  He had struggled desperately to breathe as she ground her pussy into his face.  While she had enjoyed her orgasm, he had nearly suffocated.

She slowly slid her dripping pussy down his chest.  She playfully teased his raging manhood with her golden love nest before she mounted his cock.  She very slowly eased his engorged shaft inside of her.  When she was completely impaled by him, she relaxed and let out a long sigh.

"I'm definitely going to miss times like this when I leave."  She whispered to herself as if no one else were in the room.

Was she leaving?  When was she going?  No one had informed him of her leaving.

She glanced down into the bewildered face of her slave.  Ignoring his quizzical look, she slowly began to rock her pelvis on his hips.  Her moist, velvety love tunnel gently eased along his throbbing organ.  The sensation was heavenly.

This lowly male slave was almost insane with lustful desire.  The drug patch continued to fill his body with its dastardly medicine.  His cock was fully erect from the drug.  His body was burning with desire.  His Kind and Gracious Princess was enough to drive any man to the heights of sexual desire.  The medicine intensified the feelings immeasurably.  He had to cum!  They had to let him cum!

What had His Kind and Gracious Princess meant?  Was she leaving?  Would he ever see her again?

He had totally forgotten that the gorgeous blonde was slowly screwing him.  She had spent several minutes building to another orgasm.  His mind had been totally absorbed with his burning question.  What was happening to His Kind and Gracious Princess?

The heavy, lustful breathing of his young mistress brought his attention back to the moment.  With one final thrust of her powerful thighs, she gasped, and her body was racked by an intense orgasm.  He felt her juices flowing over his raging cock.  He felt her juices trickling down his thighs.  Her pussy was convulsing around his dick, each spasm driving him further into lustful frustration.

The orgasm of His Kind and Gracious Princess lasted nearly two minutes.  Totally spent, she collapsed onto his heaving chest.  He wanted to hug her with all of his strength.  He wanted to pull her to him and kiss her deeply.  All he could do was squirm in his bonds.

This lowly male slave was frantic with his need to cum.  His balls hurt from the frustration.  His entire groin burned with need.  His body trembled with lust.  He moaned in agony.

"Your Highness?"  He managed to gasp despite his panting.

"Yes, pussy boy?"  She gasped in a soft, labored whisper.

"Are you leaving?"  He asked in labored gasps.

"Yes, I have to return to the island."  A tear was forming in her eye.  "Another warrior is trying to steal the throne from my mother.  I need to establish myself as the rightful heir."

This lowly male slave stared in disbelief.  This sounded like a script from a second rate movie.  Nevertheless, this was real.

"It will be nice to see my mother and my sister again.  I've not seen them in three years."

Tears were streaming down this lowly male slave's face.  His Kind and Gracious Princess was leaving.  Except for His Beautiful Loving Countess, he loved her more than he loved any woman in the world.  They had spent many days and nights together, usually with him being tortured.  He would miss her very much.



Chapter 3 - The Island of the Amazons


The week had been a flurry of frantic activity.  This lowly male slave had met repeatedly with his staff to prioritize the workload.  His staff was energetic and very positive about the temporary surge of requests that had flooded the company.  New mistresses had contracted for web services and e-commerce.  The firm's best analyst was handling Mistress Mandy's dungeons and nightclubs.  Everyone was on the same page.  Everyone was giving his or her utmost effort.

Two items consumed most of this lowly male slave's energy.

The first was rounding up sources for the systems needs of the Conquistadors.  Mandy needed her team's systems to be ready in a relatively short period.  Neither this lowly male slave, or his staff, had any experience in dealing with football playbooks, scouting reports, or ticket sales.  Repeated telephone calls to other teams and scouting services had yielded a good foundation.  Now, Mandy had to hire a staff and purchase computers.

The second issue was the trip to the Amazon island.  Everyone was buried in work.  The office was a flurry of activity.  The timing could not be worse.  In the middle of this huge surge, most of the executive staff was leaving for a week.  Lady Colleen remained at the office to keep the projects flowing.  


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Lady Colleen normally acted as pilot for the private jet.  Lady Nicole, also a trained pilot, flew the jet on the fourteen hour flight to the island.  The flight took off very early on Saturday morning.

One portion of the flight had been consumed with His Beautiful Loving Countess instructing her slave on the rules for the week.  It was very important that her slave not make any mistakes.  The Amazons ruled their slaves with no mercy.  The slightest mistake by this lowly male slave could create severe problems for everyone.

In instructing her slave, the countess had described the island in great detail.  It was a beautiful, tropical island.  Under different circumstances, it would be a vacation wonderland.  Located three hundred miles off the South American coast, the tiny chain of islands had escaped the ravages of larger nations and famous explorers for centuries.  Any modern army could conquer the entire chain with a small, well-armed force.  Strangely, no nation ever bothered.  It was small, but perfectly proportioned to support the two hundred Amazon warriors and their one hundred slaves.  The island had several waterfalls, streams, and ponds.  The vegetation provided all the food needed for the small population.

The Amazons on the island were descended from the Amazons of Greek mythology.  They were the same fierce warriors that had battled Hercules.  They were the same fierce warriors that sent fear through the souls of armies throughout Europe.  A major rift had developed within the nation.  Many warriors wanted to incorporate male slaves into their lives.  The majority of the warriors wanted no men in their boundaries.  The small group that wanted male slaves migrated to modern-day Norway.  The majority remained in Central Europe until their eventual elimination by much larger armies.  The Nordic group hated the weather.  They were too few in number to defend their village from the Vikings.  They set sail and wound up in the southern Pacific Ocean.  They had conquered the natives of this island and had endured centuries of invasions from neighboring islands.  The Amazons never provoked their neighbors, but if attacked, they fought with a legendary, ferocious tenacity.  The large armies of the world ignored the small cluster of primitive islands.

The Amazons were mostly fair-skinned, derived from their Greco-Nordic heritage.  A few of the warriors had slightly bronzed skin from male slaves in their bloodlines.  The warriors had a variety of hair and eye colors.  Most of them were close to six feet tall.  All of them were very shapely and very strong.  Something in their genetics caused their muscle density to be significantly greater than that of most humans.  The same genes kept their bodies slender and strong for their entire lives.  Three out of every four babies born to an Amazon were females.  Every female baby grew to be a strong Amazon warrior.  The boys were mere mortals, and inevitably became house slaves.

The remaining slave population was nearly evenly divided between male and female.  Some of them were males born on the island.  If an Amazon warrior gave birth to a son, he was raised to be a house slave.  Some of the male slaves were captured during failed invasions by armies from neighboring islands.  Many of the female slaves were captured when the Amazons raided other islands in reprisal for hostile situations.  The remaining slaves were children of the female slaves, sired by male slaves.  Slaves were not permitted to marry, but were often encouraged to "replenish" the slave population.

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It was early Saturday evening when the plane landed on the rough, dirt runway and taxied to a stop.  Lady Nicole opened the door of the plane and lowered the steps until they touched the ground.  Countess Cathryn led the procession down the steps, followed by Lady Nicole.  My Kind and Gracious Princess then descended the steps, leading this lowly male slave on a leash.

Four women stood about twenty feet from the bottom of the steps.  Each was wearing an ensemble made of buckskins.  Their breasts were barely covered by buckskin halters.  Buckskin loincloths covered their groins.  All of them wore sandals with rawhide laces to their knees.  They made for a very erotic view.

As he looked closer, this lowly male slave could not believe his eyes.  One of the women looked like a twin of His Kind and Gracious Princess.  She appeared slightly younger, but only by a year or two.  She had to be Princess Xola, the younger sister of Princess Shandra.

As His Beautiful Loving Countess stepped onto the ground, a tall blonde woman that appeared to be in her forties embraced her.  Her body was firm and muscular.  Her skin was tanned from the sun.  Her hair was a golden blonde.  She was the only woman this lowly male slave had ever seen that was more beautiful than the Princess was.  She must be Queen Xandra.

Following a long, firm hug and several passionate kisses, The Countess moved to the younger girl, embracing her firmly.  Lady Nicole began embracing Queen Xandra.  The three women had been friends since college.  They had longed to see each other.

Finally, Princess Shandra stepped forward and hugged her mother.  The emotion of their reunion filled the air.  Tears streamed down both of their lovely faces.  They embraced for several minutes.  Princess Shandra stepped away from her mother and greeted her sister with similar emotion.

This lowly male slave felt a tug on his leash.  To his right was His Beautiful Loving Countess.  She led him forward.  He stood before the Queen dressed only in his cuffs, collar, and the plastic cock and ball cage.  His head was bowed and his hands were folded behind him.

Queen Xandra examined his pale flesh with a curious smile on her lips.  She stood erect, with her hands hanging at her side.  She was truly a commanding figure.

"Your Royal Highness, Queen Xandra," Countess Cathryn spoke boldly, "I humbly present my slave, drew."

This lowly male slave fell to his knees and passionately kissed the exposed feet of the awesome Amazon queen.  He attended to her feet as if his life depended on it, which in truth, he had been told it did.

"Very impressive!"  The Queen exclaimed.  "So this is the man that has captured the hearts of my friends and my daughter.  I look forward to the opportunity to question this lowly slave."

Without further comment, Queen Xandra turned and led a procession of women through a thicket and into the village.  One warrior did not follow the group.  She took hold of the leash that dangled from this lowly male slave's neck.  She headed toward the plane.

"You will carry the luggage."  She commanded in perfect English.  There was no hint of compassion in her voice.  She nodded toward a wheeled cart at the edge of the clearing.  "You may use the cart if you like."

She released her grasp of the leash.  This lowly male slave quickly climbed the stairs into the plane.  He returned with an armload of luggage.  He piled it onto the cart and returned to the plane for the second load.  Several trips later, the luggage was all loaded on the cart.

This lowly male slave slipped a wooden yoke over his shoulders and began pulling the cart behind his guide.  He watched her firm buttocks sway as she walked before him.  Her long black hair was braided into a ponytail that hung to her waist.  She appeared to be about twenty years old.  She was very pretty and very shapely.  As with all the Amazons, she was also very strong and forceful.


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Many curious Amazons watched the pale white slave pulling the cart through the village.  The main path through the village was a wide, smooth dirt trail.  Grass huts lined either side of the path.  Similar paths branched out on either side of this one, making three parallel paths extend for about one mile.  Dozens of huts lined each side of each path.  At the end of the main path, several hundred yards away, stood three large huts.  Two of them looked like large family huts.  The other hut had a large satellite dish and a large gas-powered generator near it.

This lowly male slave struggled to pull the cart along the crude path.  The surprisingly scorching Saturday evening sun seared his pale flesh.  Rivers of sweat streamed down his face.  His eyes burned from the salty liquid.  His shoulders ached from the wooden yoke that attached to the heavy-laden vehicle.  He felt foolish dragging the cart through town while he was completely naked.  The stares of the Amazons did not surprise him.  After all, they were not accustomed to seeing white men.  Although most of the Amazons were white, most of their slaves were natives of neighboring islands and were bronze in skin color.

A very eerie feeling swept through him as he labored under his burden.  He felt as though someone was staring at him in a more focused manner.  He glanced around the area.  He saw several women.  Each stared briefly, gave an amused response, and returned to their activities.  

Then he saw her.  She was leaning against the side of a hut.  Her streaky blonde hair was braided into long ponytails on either side of her head.  Her skin was a well-tanned bronze.  Her body was tall and lean, yet her muscles were very well defined.  She was not as pretty as Princess Shandra, but was very attractive.  Her green eyes bore into this lowly male slave as if they were lasers.  The look on her face was anything but amused.  A jealous rage enveloped her lovely features.  As his eyes briefly met hers, a scary chill shuddered through his entire body.  He was not sure, but he suspected she might be the rebellious warrior that caused the princess to return to the island.

This lowly male slave finally reached the large huts at the end of the path.  He slipped the yoke over his head.  He secured the cart with a stick brake to prevent it from accidentally rolling away.  He began carrying the loads of luggage into the center hut.  His guard pointed to a spot in one corner, and he began piling the luggage where she had indicated.  Several trips later, he was finished.  The guard pointed to the ground between Countess Cathryn and Lady Nicole.  He stepped to the spot and dropped into his slave's kneeling position.

Queen Xandra glanced at the tired slave.  "He appears to be in fairly good condition for a computer geek."  She grinned at His Beautiful Loving Countess.  "It appears Mistress Martha has done an excellent job in training him."

"He still has a lot of rough edges."  His Beautiful Loving Countess replied casually.  "But, he can be so adorable that I find it hard to stay angry at him for very long."

"Cat!"  The queen exclaimed with a surprised look on her face.  "Surely you wouldn't let his puppy dog expression soften your dominance over him?"

"Hardly, Sandy!"  His Beautiful Loving Countess replied in a defensive tone.  "I still make him toe the line."

"We'll see."  The lovely queen snickered in half-belief.  She turned her head to the guard and waved her hand.  The young warrior disappeared.  The Queen of the Amazons turned back to the group in front of her.  "Oh, yes.  In honor of your visit, and the return of the princess, we are having a huge feast tonight.  I'm sure you'll want to freshen up a bit."

The Queen clapped her hands three times.  The door of the hut was swarmed by a small group of beautiful, naked female slaves.  One slave knelt before each of the five mistresses.  Two slaves stood near to this lowly male slave.  The entire group was led to a public bath hut next to the large huts.  The five mistresses were guided to the left for their baths.  

The other two slaves led this lowly male slave to the right.  They giggled as they closed the bamboo door to the bath stall.  They eyed the male slave with great curiosity.  They felt his cuffs with amazement in their eyes.  They rubbed his collar with equally inquisitive gazes.  Then, they both focused on his plastic-encased genitals.  They giggled hysterically.

"Just what do you find so amusing?"  This lowly male slave asked in an irritated voice.  "Surely you have seen many male slaves with similar restraints?"

"We see rawhide and buckskin cuffs.  We see rawhide and bamboo cock rings."  The older of the two slaves said between giggles.  "We never see red rings.  They are very funny."

"Not to this lowly male slave!"  This lowly male slave replied.  "They hurt like......"  He stopped his reply.  "Well, they hurt."

"Shhhh!"  The older slave whispered.  "We must get you ready for the feast."

This lowly male slave could not determine why he was being given such special treatment.  He was only a slave.  Something deep inside of his soul told him he probably did not want to know the reason.




Chapter 4 - A Feast Fit For A Queen


Seven beautiful Amazon warriors led the procession into the large clearing.  They each wore very revealing, matching buckskin costumes.  Their smooth breasts were barely covered by the piece of material that came over their right shoulder, swept over their breasts, under their left arm, and tied behind their backs.  Their groins were barely hidden by loincloths in the front and rear.  Their feet were covered with sandals that had laces crisscrossing their calves several times to just below their knees.  Each wore a necklace made of woven rawhide.  They wore wide woven rawhide bracelets on each wrist.  Each warrior wore a bright red headpiece made of rawhide and buckskin.  Each warrior also carried a long spear with red feathers tied to the shaft in several places.  They were Queen Xandra's Royal Guard.

Directly behind the guards strode Queen Xandra.  The Queen wore a long, flowing, red satin robe.  Her golden hair was braided into a wide ponytail that fell to the middle of her back.  Atop her head was a golden tiara.  She was very beautiful, but more importantly, she looked very regal.

The Queen was holding the hands of Countess Cathryn on the right and Nicole DeLeon on the left.  Both of the mistresses were wearing long white silky robes.  They each had their hair braided with flowers gracing their heads.  Behind the Queen and her two guests strode the two princesses.  They were also wearing long white silky robes.  They also had their hair braided with flowers entwined in the braids.  The appearance of the five women was simply awesome.  Several paces behind the women, two female slaves led this lowly male slave into the clearing.  

The clearing was like an amphitheater, with a long, gradually sloped hill on one side.  There were many long tables arranged in a semi-circle around a large bonfire.  The two hundred warriors sat at the tables.  Only the far side of each table was occupied, allowing each warrior to view the fire while facing their plates.  The royal party was being seated at a long table at the rear of the group.  Their table allowed them to view the entire feast from a vantagepoint high above the fire.

This lowly male slave was led to a large bamboo frame about fifty feet in front of the fire.  The frame was about ten feet wide, ten feet tall, and ten feet deep.  The large bamboo poles were lashed together with vines.  The sides of the frame were reinforced with several bamboo poles diagonally crossing at the midpoint.  The front and rear of the frame was open.  The leather cuffs were removed from the wrists and ankles of the slave.  The leather collar and the red plastic genital cage were left on his trembling body.  His legs were spread about three feet apart.  Each ankle was wrapped with seven loops of course, biting hemp rope.  The loose ends of the rope were tied to the front supports of the bamboo frame.  His wrists were wrapped in seven loops of the ragged rope.  He grimaced as his arms were stretched toward the upper corners of the front of the frame.  He was stretched in a standing-spread-eagle position with the four ropes biting deeply into his flesh.  The heat of the fire warmed his backside.

This lowly male slave could now watch the entire tribe eat their food.  The tribe, in turn, could enjoy their meal while watching this lowly male slave suffer.  Female slaves scurried amidst the tables refilling plates and cups as the warriors ingested their meals.  A few male slaves hurried around a kitchen area to the left of the amphitheater.  They wore cuffs on their wrists and ankles, with chains limiting their movements.  Despite their manacles, they lifted heavy barrels of wine and carried large litters overflowing with food.

The warriors spent over an hour eating, drinking, and engaging in merry chatter.  This lowly male slave struggled with the painful bondage and the searing heat of the fire.  He felt the ropes biting deeply into his wrists and ankles.  He felt the heat roasting his back and butt.  He felt the cock and ball cage digging into his throbbing manhood.  He watched the age-old paradox unfold before him.  The warriors were enjoying a great celebration while the slaves labored in misery to serve them.  

The meal was finished, and the slaves scurried to clean the tables.  The warriors continued to drink wine and chatter loudly.  As the slaves finished their tasks, Queen Xandra rose from her seat.  She turned to face her warriors.

"Brave and noble warriors of the Amazon nation."  She began in a grandiose voice.  "We meet here tonight for two very important occasions.  First, my two dear friends have returned to visit us for the first time in three years."  

The warriors began chanting and hollering to welcome the guests.  The noise lasted for several minutes.  When the noise finally died out, she continued.  

"Secondly, my daughter, your princess, has returned to our island."  

The assembly burst into a thunderous ovation of foot stomping and chanting.  The raucous ranting steadily grew louder and more energetic.  Nearly five minutes passed before Queen Xandra could begin talking again.

"My friends, Countess Cathryn and Lady Nicole, have offered a special surprise in honor of this event.  You see before you their newest slave.  This lowly male scum is a very special slave.  He is very valuable to their business success.  He is very special to both of my friends.  They have offered him to me for this evening of pleasure."

The crowd of lovely ladies again erupted in loud cheering.  This lowly male slave heard chants of "castrate the scum" and "torture the male pig" arise from the assembly.  Once more, the cheering lasted for several minutes before the queen could continue.

"In honor of her return to our island, Princess Shandra will have the honor of amusing you with this lowly scum."

The crowd grew frantic with lustful desire.  They wanted to see this lowly male slave suffer.  Chants of "Shandra" began in the rear of the assembly.  Soon, the entire group was standing and chanting and stomping their feet.  All except one.  The streaky-haired blonde was sitting at a table on the front row.  She never moved.  She only glared at this slave as he struggled to endure the harshness of his bondage.

Panic gripped the inner being of this lowly male slave.  The hate-filled stare of the rebellious warrior coupled with the deafening roar of the assembly sent shivers through his terrified body.  Filled with utter despair, he looked to His Beautiful Loving Countess for help.  He found strength in her smile.  The fear slowly left his body.  He knew he would suffer, but he also knew she would not allow him to be injured.  

His Kind and Gracious Princess approached him.  Two female slaves followed a few steps behind her.  She whispered an order to the slaves.  The two women immediately hurried to a small hut at the edge of the amphitheater.  They returned very quickly.  Each slave carried a tray containing several nasty looking devices.  The princess nodded, and the two slaves knelt with the trays in front of them.

The princess stepped to the tightly stretched male slave.  She produced a red plastic key.  She bent forward and unlocked the cage from his genitals.  She removed the cursed cage, causing the relieved slave to sigh with temporary relief.  

Princess Shandra looked into the eyes of this lowly male slave.  "Be brave pussy boy.  The Countess is counting on you to make her proud."  She gave a quick smile.  "It is very important that I appear strong and capable of ruling the island."  She playfully rubbed her right hand on his balls.  "I know you can endure this pain.  I will not harm you."

The gorgeous, blonde warrior-princess turned to her right, deposited the plastic cage on the tray, and retrieved something else from the tray.  She turned back to her slave.  "These may look crude, but they are very effective.  We have traditions that have lasted for centuries.  Our bondage devices have evolved over hundreds of years.  Since we have only been in contact with the modern world for thirty years, we had to use materials that are already on the island."

The device resembled a joining of two crude Popsicle sticks.  The sticks had holes punched in each end.  A rawhide string lashed the sticks together at one end.  The other end had a rawhide string threaded through the two holes.  The princess pulled this lowly male slave's right nipple far from his chest.  She slipped the sticks over the extended nub.  She squeezed the sticks together and trapped his nipple between them.  She then pulled the rawhide cord and lashed the sticks together.  The pain was terrible.  The flat sticks acted as a very painful nipple clamp.

As the clamp tightened on his nipple, this lowly male slave grimaced in pain.  The assembly of Amazon warriors watched intently.  At the first sign of pain, they began chanting "Shandra" in a very loud chorus.  The more this lowly male slave showed the pain; the louder the chants became.  

The princess smiled at her slave.  "You please the crowd with your pain.  Make your princess proud."

She turned back to the tray and returned with another clamp.  She slipped the clamp over his left nipple.  She pulled the nipple outward and lashed the cord around the sticks.  This lowly male slave gasped in pain.  The crowd roared in approval.  She stepped away a few paces.  The crowd now saw this lowly male slave with the two clamps squashing his nipples.  The more he grimaced; the louder the warriors chanted.

The beautiful princess waited several minutes for the crowd to settle down.  The sharp, biting pain in both nipples eased into a dull throbbing sensation.  She turned to the tray and returned with a larger set of wooden clamps.  She smiled at her slave.

"This one is for your tongue," she whispered to him.

This lowly male slave pouted at his princess.  His eyes pleaded with her to spare him the agony this device would cause.  Resigned to his fate he stuck his tongue out as far as he could.  The Amazon princess slipped the slats over his tongue.  She began lashing the loose end.  She tightened the slats very tightly, causing the slave tremendous pain.  His tongue throbbed from the brutal squishing of the sticks.  He could not retract his tongue into his mouth.  His throat hurt from the pulling sensation.  He could barely swallow without choking.  His memory conjured recollections of previous encounters with a tongue press.  Oh, how he hated these wretched contraptions.

The princess once more stepped back to display her slave to the crowd.  His eyes bulged as he fought to control his pain.  He whimpered through his tortured tongue.  He vainly struggled with his hands to free himself from his predicament.  The ropes held firmly against his wrists.  The crowd roared louder as he thrashed in frustrated agony.

"Shandra!  Shandra!  Shandra!"  The crowd continued to chant.  Almost everyone was standing and screaming.  Of course, the queen and her guests remained seated.  It would be inappropriate for them to rise.

This weary slave was already struggling to endure his torment.  The pain was incredible.  His eyes blurred.  He struggled to focus on the crowd.  He desperately squinted to see his princess.  He glanced to his left and focused on someone.  It was the streaky-haired warrior.  She sat at her table with her arms crossed.  Her gaze was stern.  She was not amused by this show.  She was not impressed by the actions of His Kind and Gracious Princess.  Her eyes showed of jealous rage.
  
A shiver tingled down the spine of this lowly male slave.  His Kind and Gracious Princess noticed the reaction.  She turned her head to follow his gaze.  She stopped as she spotted the rebellious warrior.  The two women locked eyes in icy stares.  The old adage "if looks could kill" never seemed more appropriate.  Time appeared to stand still as the two warriors refused to succumb to the gaze of the other.  

Finally sensing the murmur of the crowd, the princess moved to one of the female slaves.  She grasped something from the tray and turned to face her victim.  This exhausted slave became frantic.  He screeched in futility as the tongue press garbled his pleas.  He knew what she held in her hand.  In all of his bondage experiences, he had never suffered greater pain than that caused by this contraption.  Tears of fear steadily flowed down his cheeks.  The assembly of warriors saw his fear.  They saw his tears.  The chanting grew more deafening.  The entire arena was nearly hysterical with delight.

The device was the special ball press designed and patented by Princess Shandra.  It was a very cruel instrument of torture.  Two wooden rods were held together by rawhide cords on either end.  The rods slipped over the slave's balls and were lashed tightly together flattening the slave's scrotum.  The slave's balls were now stretched an inch from his body.  Attached to each rod was a thin, flat board.  The boards now hung over the slave's balls.  Rawhide cords pierced both ends of the slats.  The princess tied the cords at each end of the slats.  The slave's balls were now being very painfully squeezed between the wood.

This lowly male slave trembled in pain with his arms and legs tightly stretched to the frame.  His tears of fear became tears of pain.  His nuts were crushed.  The pain shot like lightening bolts through his groin and into his stomach.  He tried in vain to double over, but the ropes held him spread-eagled.  His eyes were blurred by tears.  His mind was swimming in pain.  He vaguely heard the roar of the assembled warriors.  He vaguely heard the voice of His Kind and Gracious Princess.

"Be brave, my little pussy boy."  Her words reverberated in his ears.  "Your princess is pleased with you."

The pain was never-ending.  The dull throb continued to torment his tits.  His tongue pulled at his throat in constant, sharp pain.  His nuts were crushed in gut wrenching agony.  The overwhelming pain shot through is abdomen.  He feared he would vomit from the continuous bolts of pain.  With his tongue clasped in the press, vomiting could be fatal.  He had endured pain such as this before.  He hurt so badly, that he wanted to die.  He was totally helpless.  All he could do was cry, and pray that this torture would end.  He struggled to keep his senses.  He faintly heard the crowd, roaring in delight.  Slowly, everything grew black.

"Aaaeegggpppphhhhh!"  The startled scream screeched through the wooden slats on his tongue.  He sputtered as icy water splashed in his face.  His eyes blinked to see through the cascading torrent that covered his head.  He saw a blurry figure.  It was a blonde woman.  It was His Kind and Gracious Princess.  She had a bucket in her hand.  She had thrown water on him to bring him to consciousness.  A large roar of cheering and chanting rang through his ears.  The warriors were cheering their triumphant princess.

After several minutes, the roar began to subside.  Pain still coursed through the wretched body of this lowly male slave.  His nipples burned and throbbed.  His tongue was cramping and pulling at his throat.  His balls were pulsing with sharp, unbearable pain.  He still wished he were dead.

He was startled back to reality.  The noise was quickly vanishing.  An eerie hush fell over the assembly.  He looked around the amphitheater.  He squinted to focus.  Then he saw them.  Queen Xandra and Princess Xola were gracefully walking through the tables.  They were headed toward him.  It seemed like years passed as they approached the wooden frame where he was bound.  As she reached this frightened slave, she nodded to her eldest daughter.  Princess Shandra began removing the tongue press from her slave's mouth.  He wallowed his tongue in and out, as he struggled to regain feeling in his throat and mouth.

Queen Xandra turned to the assembly.  She raised her arms upward.  "Great warriors of the Amazon nation, I salute you!"  A giant roar burst forth from the crowd.  The queen waited for the noise to subside.  "Today, my eldest daughter returns as the heir to my throne.  She has made me very proud.  Long live Princess Shandra!"  Once more, the assembly exploded with cheering and chanting.  

Minutes passed as the raucous cheering continued for the princess.  This lowly male slave stood in silent agony with his arms and legs still spread to the frame posts.  The agony in his mouth was nearly gone.  His tongue still ached and, his throat was sore.  He still was consumed with the pain in his nipples and his nuts.  He groaned incoherently as the pain continued to dominate his mind.

"Today also marks another very special occasion."  The queen continued as the noise faded.  "Today, my other daughter, Princess Xola, becomes a woman and a warrior."  The crowd exploded once more into cheers and chants of "Xola."  Minutes passed before the crowd could be calmed.  "Princess Xola has passed all of the physical tests to be a warrior.  The council has voted to accept her into the rank of warrior."  The crowd cheered for several seconds, then quieted to allow their queen to continue.  "Tonight she will perform the traditional rite of passage.  Tonight she becomes a warrior.  Tonight she becomes a woman."

The crowd was roaring as loudly as any other time during the evening.  Princess Shandra stepped to me.  "I think you'll enjoy this part."  The tall blonde quipped as she stepped aside.

Princess Xola looked stunning in her flowing white robe.  Her blonde hair was braided into a wide ponytail.  She was very beautiful.  She looked just like her mother and her sister.  She stepped near to me.  She reached out with her right hand and grabbed the nipple clamp that was lashed to his left nipple.  She twisted the sticks almost half a turn.  Tears formed in this slave's eyes as the pain shot through his breast.  Suddenly, she pulled the clamp off his nipple.  The tightly lashed wood almost ripped the skin from the tender nub.  The crowd roared as this lowly male slave shrieked in pain.  The princess tossed the clamp to one of the kneeling female slaves.

The younger princess rubbed this slave's cheek as he grimaced in pain.  The freed nipple began to pulsate from the rush of blood that entered it.  The dull, burning throb slowly turned into a fierce burning pain.  The princess moved her hand to his crushed balls and roughly scraped her fingernails across the swollen orbs.  The bound victim continued to respond to his various torments with groans and shrieks.  Every scream elicited louder cheers from the assembly of warriors.  The pain gradually dissipated into a dull, tingly ache.  The crowd sensed the slave relaxing as the pain subsided.  They began chanting "More!"

The young princess reached to this lowly male slave's right breast.  She grabbed the nipple clamp.  She slowly pulled it outward.  The tortured nipple stretched at least an inch before the wood scraped across it.  Once more, the wood almost tore the skin from the tormented nub.  Once more, this lowly male slave screamed in pain.  Once more, the assembly roared with enthusiastic cheers.

The roar of the warriors slowly subsided and the pain in this slave's nipple did likewise.  The young princess knelt beside this lowly male slave.  She untied the cords that held the slats against his balls.  A sigh of relief escaped this lowly male slave's lips as the pressure was removed from his swollen orbs.  She untied the cord that held the rods around his scrotum.  She removed the press and handed it to a female slave.

The relief of being free from the press was short lived.  Within a few seconds, the blood flowing into his bruised balls began to throb and burn.  Very gradually, the pain grew more intense.  At first, this lowly male slave endured the new pain with little response.  As the pain grew, he began to groan.  The pain soon became very intense.  His balls were engulfed in throbbing, burning, tingling pain.  He once more began to thrash against the ropes that held his limbs to the wooden frame.  The frustration of being unable to comfort himself now gave way to the exhaustion of fighting the torture for so long.  His knees gave way and all of his weight was borne by his arms.  He dejectedly hung by his wrists as the crowd continued to cheer in a loud roar.

Princess Xola nodded to the two female slaves.  They quickly sprang to their feet and approached this lowly male slave.  They untied the ropes from the bottom of the frame.  His feet were free, with long pieces of rope still attached to his ankles.  One slave untied the rope that held his right arm to the frame.  The other slave caught him as his body collapsed against her with his left arm still stretched to the frame.  The first slave untied the rope that held his left arm, and his entire weight fell against the other slave.  He had no energy to resist their efforts.  They turned him around and walked him to the center of the frame.  They took the loose ends of the ropes that still bound his ankles.  They stretched his legs to the back of the frame.  They then took the ropes that bound his wrists and spread-eagled him by tying them to the front of the frame.  

He was too fatigued to raise his head.  It would have done no good.  He was facing away from the assembly.  He looked up to see the young princess step over his body.  She straddled his waist, facing the assembly.  She slowly began removing the silky, white robe.  As she pulled it over her head, he was staring upward at her beautiful body.  Her skin was very smooth and deeply tanned.  Her legs were very shapely, yet muscular.  Her waist was small.  Her breasts were large and inviting.  She handed the robe to one of the slaves.  She held her hands in the air and gave a shrill jungle yell.  The assembly responded with similar yells.

The princess lowered herself onto this lowly male slave's groin.  She fumbled briefly to place the tip of his raging manhood against her very wet womanhood.  Slowly, she eased her pussy onto the engorged cock.  This lowly male slave felt the resistance of her cherry as his stiff pole gently forced its way through the tender membrane.  The princess gasped at the pain of her hymen rupturing.  Her pain only lasted a moment.  She slowly began to rock her hips as his rod eased up and down her wet walls.  She used every ounce of her self-control to keep the pace slow.  Her youthful lust was pushing her to fuck this worthless male pig.  Instead, she had to prove to the tribe that she was a warrior.  She continued to pump up and down on the captive male as her emotions gained control of her mind.

"Don't you dare cum until I order it!"  She hissed at this lowly male slave.

Lust was winning the battle for her mind.  This was the first man she had ever fucked.  She was near orgasm before she ever put his disgusting cock inside of her.  Now, she was beginning to like his cock.  She was a warrior.  She was an Amazon.  She could not like having a man inside of her.  But, this was different, because she was on top.  He was tied helplessly on the ground.  The excitement of the moment finally got the best of her.  She screamed a lustful shout.  Her entire body began to shiver.  Her pussy convulsed around the slave's manhood.  Her body was totally out of her control.  All she could do was writhe in ecstatic delight as his erection moved inside of her.

The crowd was chanting her name as she came to her senses.  Spurred on by their cheers and her own lust, she once more began humping the bound slave.  She slowly pumped her love nest onto his organ.  In her highly aroused state, she was already near another orgasm.  This lowly male slave was also very near an orgasm.  He fought the urge to shoot his cum.  He could not hold back much longer.

"Please, Your Highness!"  He gasped in frustration.  "Please let this lowly male slave cum!"

"You can cum when I do!"  She grunted back to him.  She rocked back and forth moaning as her orgasm approached.  She thrust her hips high in the air then rammed herself down on his shaft.  "Ooooohhhhhhhhh!"  She screamed.  "Cum now you fucking bastard!"  She yelled in his face.

This lowly male slave did not need to be told twice.  His lust had been building all evening.  At her command, he began to pump the first of five loads into her.  Each spasm of his cock sent another shudder of delight through the young warrior-princess.  She collapsed onto his chest as the assembly thundered in approval.

She rested on his chest, with his pulsing cock still inside of her.  It took a few minutes to catch her breath.  She pushed herself off his pole.  She scooted forward, her sloppy pubic hair lightly brushing his chest.  She positioned herself over his face.  She lowered her cum-filled pussy onto his mouth.

"Clean your cum from my beautiful pussy!"  She growled as her goo-filled womanhood enveloped the slave's face.  "Show my people that you are a cum eater."

This lowly male slave licked the mixture of her love juices and his cum from her  love cave.  His tongue plunged deep inside of her as he finished cleaning the cum cocktail from her.  He continued to tongue her as she began to fuck his face.  She thrust her hips into him as his tongue brought her more pleasure.  He could feel her body tremble as he flicked at her innermost depths.  The faster he flicked his tongue, the more violently she thrust at his face.  He pulled his tongue out of her and inched forward to her clit.  He lightly flicked his tongue at her swollen nub.  The very first touch sent her body quaking into another powerful orgasm.  Her juices flooded his mouth as she oozed her excretions onto his face.  Her legs trembled.  Her body shivered.  She moaned for seconds.  

The orgasm began to fade, and the princess fell forward onto her hands and knees.  Her pussy was still smothering this slave's face.  He began to squirm and mumble as he felt the air being kept from his lungs.  She slowly ground her dripping pubic hair into his face.  The power surged through her as she felt this lowly male slave struggle for breath.  Her spirit grew stronger.  She had never fucked a man before.  She had never face-fucked a man before.  She had never smothered a man before.  Her face beamed with pride.  She was a warrior!  She was a woman!

Princess Shandra stepped to one side of her sister.  Queen Xandra stood on the other side of the young princess.  They offered her their hands.  They steadied her as she lifted her sweaty, fatigued body from this lowly male slave.  She stood with her pussy above his face.  The three royal Amazons raised their arms above their heads.  All three of them shrieked a loud cheer.  The assembly answered back in their loudest cheer of the evening. 




Chapter 5 - The Grand Tour


The sun was barely above the tree line on Sunday morning.  This lowly male slave was awakened by a gentle shaking of his shoulder.  He started to roll over to see his visitor.  His body exploded in pain.  With a loud gasp, he collapsed against the ground.  The soft hands rolled him over.

"Lie still.  Leesha will care for you."  The female slave whispered in his ear.

This lowly male slave glanced around.  He was lying on a blanket that covered a mat of straw.  He was in a small hut.  His entire body ached from the festivities of the previous evening.  His wrists and ankles had deep cuts and burns from the ropes that had stretched him.  His arms and legs were stiff from the bondage.  His nipples were bruised and raw from the clamps.  His tongue was slightly swollen.  His balls hurt like nothing he could ever remember.

The lovely female slave smeared fragrant oil on this lowly male slave.  She massaged the oil deep into this slave's skin and muscles.  The oil felt warm and quickly soothed the aching muscles.  It also relieved the burning itching sensations on his wrists, ankles, and nipples.  Within minutes the only pain this lowly male slave felt was the gut-wrenching pain in his battered balls.  Even the miraculous oil could not alleviate that torment. 

"I help you up now."  Leesha said softly in her limited vocabulary.  She grabbed his hands and pulled him to his feet.  She turned to a small stand and retrieved a set of cuffs.  She gently began fastening one cuff around his left wrist.  "Queen Xandra orders pussy boy be bound all times."  She offered in an apologetic tone.  She finished putting the cuffs on the wrists and ankles of this lowly male slave.  She also placed a collar around his neck.  She gently turned him around and clipped his wrist cuffs together.  She slowly spun him around.  She then attached a two-foot hobble chain to his ankle cuffs.  She reached for a chain and clipped it to his collar.  With a gentle tug, she led him out of the hut.

"I give pussy boy bath now," she whispered to him as a playful smile erupted on her lips.  

This lowly male slave gingerly limped from the pain in his bruised balls.  He followed his female host into the large bath hut.  She led him into a stall and closed the bamboo door.  She washed him very thoroughly, spending extra time as she washed his genitals.  She giggled, as she watched his erection steadily grew larger.  She looked at him with a disappointed frown.

"Leesha no let you cum.  Queen Xandra very strict."  The lovely slave uttered in her fractured grammar.

This lowly male slave sighed in frustration.  The lovely female slave gently dried him with a soft towel.  She led him out of the bath hut.  They headed up the path and turned into the large hut with the satellite dish beside it.  She led him to the center of the hut and pressed on his shoulder.  He eased himself into a kneeling position.

He glanced around the hut.  It appeared to be divided into two chambers, maybe more.  He glanced at an archway into the next chamber.  He could see nothing.  He could not tell if it was one large room or was divided into more.

The paradox of slavery had perplexed him last night.  This hut was even more of a paradox.  This chamber had several computers located against one wall.  There was a scanner, a digital camera, and a printer attached to one computer.  The Amazons lived in a primitive village with grass huts, buckskin clothes, and no running water.  They were very clean.  Even their slaves were bathed and well groomed.  However, they had no modern conveniences except for the computer equipment.

"You approve of my computer center?"  The voice of Queen Xandra came from behind him.

The voice startled him, and he jerked in a reflex reaction.  He bowed his head, and he slowly turned on his knees to face her.  He did not look at her face.  He knew that he must show her respect.  He saw four other pairs of legs standing near the queen.  Based on their footwear, he guessed that it was Countess Cathryn, Lady Nicole, Princess Shandra, and Princess Xola.

"You may look at me."  The beautiful queen instructed this lowly male slave.  

This lowly male slave raised his eyes.  Five beautiful women were standing in front of him.  Queen Xandra stood directly in front of him.  Her long blonde hair flowed over her shoulders.  Her luscious blue eyes twinkled as they gazed at him.  Her tall shapely body was well tanned, and her skin was smooth.  She wore a buckskin halter that barely covered her sumptuous breasts.  A buckskin loincloth covered her womanhood.  She wore sandals with rawhide laces crisscrossing her calves to her knees.  She was in her late forties, but her appearance was more like a young lady of thirty.  She was every bit as beautiful as her daughters were.

The two princesses stood to the left of their mother.  Princess Shandra was twenty-five years old.  She had been the most beautiful woman this lowly male slave had ever seen.  He now could not decide between His Kind and Gracious Princess, her mother the queen, or her sister Princess Xola.  Both blue-eyed, blonde princesses were dressed in similar halters and loincloths.  Both wore sandals with laces crisscrossing to their knees.  Both had their long blonde hair braided in ponytails.  Both were incredibly beautiful.

This lowly male slave glanced to the queen's right.  Standing together were Cathryn O'Hara and Nicole DeLeon.  The two women looked like characters from a jungle movie.  Both were wearing khaki shirts and khaki walking shorts.  Each was wearing white athletic shoes with white anklets.  While both of the women were beautiful, they seemed very plain standing next to the three exotic Amazons.

"You seem surprised that we have computers.  Do you think we are savages?"  The queen looked at him with a playful smile on her face.

"May this lowly male slave speak?"  He asked, not certain that it was appropriate.  She nodded.  "Your Highness, this lowly male slave does not think you are savages.  He has great respect for His Kind and Gracious Princess.  He had assumed that her mother and sister would be of similar character.  He is just confused by the primitive surroundings."

The blonde Amazon queen smiled.  "We choose to live in our traditional surroundings.  The materials to modernize our lives would be very expensive.  We have very limited resources and very little money."  She glanced at Countess Cathryn.  "Cat and Nikki have been very generous to provide us with the computers and the power generator.  It allows us to stay in touch without jeopardizing our society."

"It also allows me to see how the business is doing."  She smiled as she reached out and stroked his face.  "As an equal partner, I have considerable interest in its success."  She began running her fingers through his hair.  "It appears you have been a great addition to the staff.  We have doubled our number of customers and increased our line speeds.  In addition, we are generating record profits.  I suppose I should be impressed?"

"With all due respect Your Highness, this lowly male slave has only accomplished what the company has made possible."  He looked at Countess Cathryn for reassurance.  "This lowly male slave receives too much credit.  His staff and the partners have made it work."

The queen looked at him with a curious smile.  "He is very humble for a computer geek."  She chuckled as she looked at Lady Nicole.  "He is very cute.  He seems very smart.  His training appears to be coming along just fine.  He handles pain very well."  She turned her look to her eldest daughter.  "I am beginning to see why everyone is smitten by him."

The expressions on the faces of the women were comical.  The queen was struggling to hold back a hysterical laugh.  Lady Nicole looked at the Countess with a knowing smirk.  Princess Xola had a similar smirk on her face as she glanced at her sister.  Countess Cathryn and Princess Shandra were both blushing from embarrassment.  The queen shook her head in amazement as she alternately glanced at her friend and her daughter.

"Well, I guess in time I will find out just how good he really is."  The queen said with a serious hint of disbelief in her tone.  "Today is to be spent with a tour of the island.

The day was spent with a large party touring the island.  Queen Xandra led the tour.  She was pointing out improvements made since the last visit by her friends.  Countess Cathryn and Lady Nicole were on either side of the queen.  Princess Shandra and Princess Xola were right behind them.  Leesha and three other slaves carried packs with picnic lunches and other refreshments.  This lowly male slave, his hands clasped behind him and his ankles hobbled, began the hike at the rear of the assembly.  The entire group was led by the seven very alert Royal Guards.  Very early in the tour, Queen Xandra had demanded that slave drew be brought to her.  She took his leash and talked as she led him along the paths.

"Drew, I really want you to understand the progress we have made."  She turned to him with a smile.  "You may think our society is primitive and barbaric.  We have made many changes since my time at college.  Slaves are treated better.  Hygiene is much better.  Our young girls are taught to read, write and cypher.  We are trying to prepare for a less war-like time."

"Your Highness, this lowly male slave does not think you are primitive and barbaric."  He looked at her to determine if he should continue.  "This lowly male slave has entered slavery of his own free will.  He would be hypocritical to condemn others for their practices."

The Amazon queen smiled.  "Ah, the perfect answer.  I bet you always give the correct answer.  I'd love to be there when you screw up."  She chuckled.  "Anyway, we have more reforms to implement.  We've been considering allowing warriors to marry male slaves.  It presents problems, but we are addressing the issue.  We will never settle for equal rights, but we are seriously considering alternatives for freeing the slaves."  She grinned at my stunned expression.  "We will always be a female-dominated society.  Our goal is to gradually have our households be like any FemDom household you would find in America."

The tour lasted the entire day.  The island was beautiful.  The discussions were pleasant.  The day was a wonderful change from the frightening ceremony of the previous evening.  The day ended with a large dinner in the royal hut.  The five beautiful mistresses enjoyed an evening of chatter.  This lowly male slave was kept by his leash at the side of the lovely Amazon queen.  It was very late in the evening when everyone went to bed. 




Chapter 6 - In the Hall of the Island Queen


Monday morning started much like the previous one.  Leesha gently awakened this sleeping male slave.  He was very sore, but not in terrible pain as he had been yesterday.  He was still in cuffs and collar with his hands clasped behind him and his feet hobbled.  Leesha led the bound male slave to the bath hut.  She once more teased him to frustration during his bath.

Following the bath, he was led to the royal hut for breakfast.  The queen, the princesses, and his two American mistresses were eating.  Nude female slaves scurried about serving the mistresses.  This lowly male slave was deposited at the feet of Queen Xandra.  The regal Amazon fed him from her plate.

When breakfast was completed, everyone gathered near the door of the hut.

"Mom, do you mind if we spend some time at the pond?"  Princess Shandra queried.

"Not at all."  The queen replied.  "Have fun!"

"Oh, we will."  The elder daughter answered.  "I don't suppose we need to tell you the same."  The beautiful princess quipped.  All five ladies chuckled.

The Amazon queen turned and gave her eldest daughter a playful slap on the butt.  The tall young lady grabbed her rear with both hands and gave her mother a mock pout.

"Big baby!"  Princess Xola teased her sister.  "I suppose you're going to cry like some man."

"No way!"  Princess Shandra retorted.  "Let's go!"

The two gorgeous blonde sisters headed out the door.  The other three women turned to watch them leave.  They smiled as they watched the sisters interact like any normal sisters.  The queen turned her attention back to this lowly male slave.  The other two ladies chatted as they headed to a set of chairs against the wall.

"Now my precious little pussy boy, let me see how well you use your tongue."  She grinned in an evil smirk.  "I understand Lady Sarah has trained you very well."

She grabbed the chain that attached to his collar, and led the slave toward a large chair.  He struggled to move on his knees at the pace that the queen was moving.  She sat on the edge of the chair.  She pulled her loincloth up to her belly.  Her kinky blonde pubic hair glistened with moisture.  Her pink pussy lips likewise sparkled with the juices of her lust.  She leaned against the back of the chair.

"Well, what is he waiting for?"  The queen asked impatiently.

"He has been punished for touching a pussy without permission."  Cathryn O'Hara told her friend.  "You were not the first woman to use a tongue press on him."

"I see."  The queen answered with a playful tone.  "Maybe I should have the little pussy licker tell me about it."

"Your Highness, this lowly male slave requests permission to speak."

"I'm listening," the queen responded.

"Your Highness, this lowly male slave would be honored to service your gorgeous pussy and attempt to please you with all of his might."

"In due time," she said.  "First, I want to hear your story."

"Your Highness, this lowly male slave was attempting to please a mistress.  He didn't mean any disrespect.  He was in the conference room with his hands clasped behind his back.  He leaned forward and kissed Mistress Mandy's beautiful pussy without her permission.  Mistress Mandy...."

"Wait!"  She interrupted.  "Who is Mistress Mandy?"

"Your Highness, Mistress Mandy is a new client.  She is the mistress that owns the football team and two commercial dungeons."  This lowly male slave answered.

"Was this the first time you ever met Mistress Mandy?"  The queen asked with a knowing grin on her face.

"No, Your Highness."  He replied.  "This lowly male slave has known Mistress Mandy since they were both children.  She was the very first female to dominate this lowly male slave."

"How old were you when she 'dominated' you?"  She asked.

"This lowly male slave was twelve.  His Lovely Goddess of His Most Passionate Desire was fourteen."

"Why do you call her by that title?"

"She ordered this lowly male slave to call her that.  He has never stopped because it became a habit.

"I see," the queen uttered.  "Continue with your story."

"Well, Your Highness, Mistress Mandy was very angry that this lowly male slave kissed her beautiful pussy without permission.  He did not realize he did something wrong until she yelled at him.  Then she put a tongue press on him.  She stretched his tongue as far as it would extend, and tightened the press.  Then she tied this lowly male slave over a bondage horse.  She tied a piece of hemp rope around his pathetic balls and stretched it to the base of the horse.  If this lowly male slave moved his butt, his balls were pulled.  If he screamed, his tongue was pulled.  It was very painful.  Mistress Mandy then gave him ten lashes on the butt with a cat-of-nine-tails.  She let him cum on the tenth stroke.  Then she made him lick all of his cum off of the horse and the floor."

"That sounds wonderful.  Maybe I will try something similar."  She chuckled.  "I suppose you have a similar story about a ball press?"

"Yes, Your Highness."  This lowly male slave answered, hoping she would not make him tell it.

"Well, I'm waiting."  She said impatiently.  "Let's hear it."

"This lowly male slave had his first experience with a ball press when Princess Shandra was angry at him.  His Kind and Gracious Princess wanted him to submit completely, but he was still not ready to submit.  She wanted him to eat his own cum.  She wanted him to drink her pee.  She wanted him to lick her ass.  He refused.  She chained him in a standing-spread-eagle, put an inflatable gag in his mouth, and squeezed his balls in her press.  After half an hour, she tightened it more and left him spread there for another half-hour.  The pain was so bad that he wanted to vomit, but he could not.  It was horrible."

"It doesn't sound horrible to me."  She answered with a grin.  "Until last night, have you ever had both at the same time?"

"No, Your Highness."  This lowly male slave replied.

"Perhaps I will let you learn some new ways to use the two presses together."  She said with a chuckle.  "I always loved tying the two together.  If the slave moves, he suffers deliciously."  A gleam filled her eyes at the prospect of causing this lowly male slave such pain.  "But, you need to heal for a few days."

She moved forward a small bit.  Her loincloth was still pulled up to her belly.  Her golden pubic hair glistened from arousal.  The outline of her pussy lips was easily visible through the light-colored hair.  She moved her hands to her groin and spread her lips apart.

"Does pussy boy like my pussy?"  She asked in a playful voice.

"Yes, Your Highness.  Your pussy is very beautiful."

"Does pussy boy like to eat pussy?"  She asked in a similarly playful tone.

"Yes, Your Highness.  Eating pussy is his second-most favorite thing."

"And what, may I ask, is his favorite thing?"  Her voice changed to a more sarcastic tone.

"Your Highness, this lowly male slave loves being helplessly bound and fucked by his mistresses more than anything he has ever experienced."

"And do you want me to fuck you?"  She asked in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Your Highness, this lowly male slave does not have the right to want anything.  He is here to please his mistresses in whatever manner they please."

"Ah!  The perfect answer once more."  She chuckled.  "I suppose I could try all day and never get an incorrect reply."

This lowly male slave shivered at the implication that he was infallible.  He lowered his eyes and hoped with all of his might that he pleased the queen.

"I think we have had enough talk for awhile.  Let me see how well your tongue performs."

At her command, this lowly male slave inched forward.  He slowly began to tease her moist, swollen labia with his well-trained tongue.  The sweet taste of her love juices filled his mouth.  He desperately desired to please the Amazon queen in a way he had never before pleased another woman.  His tongue was still very stiff and very sore from the previous evening's torture.  Ignoring his pain, he flicked at her clitoris in rapid-fire movements.  The beautiful Amazon queen was already very aroused from his descriptions of previous bondage sessions.  His tongue gradually brought her to a fevered pitch.  He flicked her clit one more time.  He took her swollen nub into his mouth and began to lightly suck and nibble.  He exhaled in small puffs, sending light breaths across her sensitive clitoris.  Her thighs clenched tightly around his head and forced his face deep into her vulva.  He nibbled once more, and her entire body began to shudder in orgasmic delight.  This lowly male slave continued to blow in light puffs.  Each puff of air caused her to tremble as her orgasm gradually diminished. 

The queen had reached her first climax in only five minutes.  The ecstasy of her clitoral climax lasted for a short time.  She relaxed her thighs.  This lowly male slave quickly gasped for air.  After three quick breaths, he plunged his oral probe deep inside her vagina.  The sound of her pleasured gasp inspired him to further resolve.  He would please her to the fullest of his abilities.  The throbbing tongue began to snake around her vaginal walls.  Her tender membrane was tickled by every touch.  The strong hands of the Amazon grabbed the back of his head, and forced his mouth against her voluptuous vulva.  His tongue stretched to its limits as he attempted to probe deeper inside of her love canal.  He labored in loving lust.  His entire being wanted to please this delightful woman.  Feverishly, his tongue worked its magic on her wonderful womanhood.  His entire body was drenched in perspiration from his efforts.  His jaws ached, and his tongue was near the point of cramping.  He was afraid he could not last much longer.  Just then, her thighs crushed his ears.  He heard the muffled growl of her ecstasy.  Her body quaked with delight.  The sounds of her panting and moaning echoed through his smothered head.

Queen Xandra collapsed against the back of the chair and her legs released their vise-like grip on the sweat-soaked head of this lowly male slave.  Her breathing was very heavy.  Her entire body was flushed with a reddish glow.  Her soft blue eyes gazed aimlessly at the thatch roof.  She was totally spent from the ecstatic bliss this lowly male slave had provided her.  Her only movement was the heaving of her large, beautiful breasts.

Several minutes passed with the queen regaining her strength, while this lowly male slave knelt between her legs.  He was struggling to recapture his breath.  He also was looking directly at the gorgeous pussy that was only inches from his face.  He felt the familiar sensations between his own legs.  He knew he was harder than a rock.  He hoped the heavenly queen would grant him relief, but he dared not make any suggestions.

"For God's sake Cat!  I have to borrow Lady Sarah to train my slaves."  The exhausted blonde gasped to her friend.  "I had forgotten what a good pussy licker was like." 

This lowly male slave was deeply moved by the indirect compliment.  He smiled in self-satisfaction as he felt the gentle touch of her foot rubbing his outer-thigh.  The sensation of her touch made his cock bounce with anticipation.  He could only hope the relief his organ craved was forthcoming.

Queen Xandra looked at her friends who were sitting against the wall.  "Would either of you like some relief before we move next door?"

Lady Nicole, with a devilish grin on her face, glanced at Countess Cathryn.  The ebony-skinned mistress whispered something to her redheaded partner.  The Celtic Countess chuckled and whispered something back to The Caribbean Lioness.

Lady Nicole then spoke to the queen.  "While it has been more than three weeks since either of us have enjoyed the pleasure of our little pussy licker, it is our desire that all of his efforts be devoted to you, Your Highness."  She giggled with a hint of wickedness.  She glanced at the two female slaves that were kneeling with bowed heads near the doorway.  "Perhaps we could borrow Leesha and Toreena this afternoon."

"Of course, you may use them as you wish."  The queen replied.  "I promise to return pussy boy in good condition.  Would you like to use the Bondage Chamber, or would you like them to come to your hut?"

"If the Bondage Chamber is available, we would love to use it."  Lady Nicole replied.

"Consider it yours."  Queen Xandra stated.  "I was planning on taking pussy boy to the cave."

"I have no doubt he will find the cave very enjoyable."  Lady Nicole chuckled.  "He really loves dungeon-like settings."

This lowly male slave shuddered at the thought of a dungeon.  The idea of being alone with the queen in a dungeon frightened him.  The bobbing motion of his engorged cock told him that the scenario also excited him.

Queen Xandra pushed herself from the chair.  Her golden-haired pussy was brushing against his face.  He longed to kiss it, but feared severe punishment if he did so without permission.  She reached for the chain that dangled from his collar.  She stepped around him and pulled upward on the chain.  This lowly male slave clumsily clambered to his feet.  His hands were still bound behind his back by the clasped cuffs.  His feet were still hobbled by the two-foot chain that tethered his ankle cuffs.  The elegant queen gave the chain a gentle tug and led her pet to the door.  She stopped and gave the guards some instructions.  She passed through the doorway with this lowly male slave struggling behind her.  Five guards followed behind him, while two more stayed at the doorway.

The queen glanced behind her and chuckled at the sight of this lowly male slave.  Her long legs were accustomed to long strides.  The shortness of the hobble-chain kept this lowly male slave from taking normal strides.  He was almost running in short, choppy steps.  She slowed her pace to accommodate him.  He settled into a comfortable pace and enjoyed the gorgeous view before him.  The scenery of the island was incredible, but he was focused on the very shapely form that led him into the woods.  Queen Xandra walked with a very sexy wiggle that kept his eyes trained on her bare butt and legs.  He was totally consumed by her beauty and never realized that they had walked more than a mile before reaching the cave.

The entrance to the cave was typical of any large cave entrance.  It was probably twenty feet high and fifteen feet wide.  Torches on the walls provided a dim light on the stone path.  Three guards walked ahead of the queen, and the other two Amazons remained to guard the entrance.  The winding path through the cave was about fifty yards long.  At the end of the path was a large chamber that was about thirty feet in diameter.  The entrance was not visible from the chamber, and the only light was provided by ten torches spaced around the chamber.  Like most caves, a dank chill filled the air.  This lowly male slave shivered as goose bumps covered his flesh.

Queen Xandra nodded to the guards.  They immediately turned and left the chamber.  She gently pulled downward on the chain that attached to his collar.  This lowly male slave awkwardly lowered himself into a kneeling position.  He glanced around the chamber.  It was not like a primitive cave.  The entire chamber had been forged into a dungeon.  Four sets of shackles were dangling from the cold, damp walls.  Each set had two wrist cuffs mounted high on the wall and two ankle cuffs mounted at the bottom.  Any person shackled in the cuffs would be stretched in a very uncomfortable standing-spread-eagle.  Another set of wrist shackles were hanging from the ceiling of the cave.  A slave bound in them would be suspended by his wrists with his feet about a foot off the floor.

This lowly male slave continued to absorb his surroundings.  Two boxes with bars in the door sat opposite the entrance to the chamber.  A full-sized male would be forced to hunch on hands and knees to fit inside either box.  He saw a bondage horse with several rings.  It was designed for attaching slaves in a variety of helpless positions.  He saw a bondage table with a cutout section between the victim's legs.  He saw a medieval-style rack that had a large ratchet for stretching the victim in excruciating pain.  A large wooden X-frame stood in another area.  A huge display board with an enormous selection of whips, crops, clamps, gags, masks, and dildos stood next to the X-frame.  

"Do you like my little play room?"  Queen Xandra asked this overwhelmed lowly male slave.

"Your Highness, it is remarkable."  This terrified slave answered in a trembling voice.  "It is the most complete dungeon this lowly male slave has ever seen."

"Thank you."  She replied curtly.  "It is fairly elaborate for a bunch of ignorant savages.  Don't you agree?"

"Your Highness, this lowly male slave has never said or believed that you were ignorant or savages."  He stammered in fear.

 "No!  You haven't."  She said without emotion.  "You have accepted many new and strange things without much resistance.  You are a paradox.  You are a brilliant systems designer and a very effective manager.  Yet, you so easily accept the role of a lowly slave.  I find it hard to comprehend."

"Your Highness, it seems paradoxes are in abundance."  He interjected.  "The sophistication of this dungeon is a paradox.  The computers in your hut are a paradox.  Highly intelligent people like you having slaves is a paradox."  He paused as if waiting for admonition.  "Why should a highly intelligent slave seem any more paradoxical?"

"Touché!"  She replied.  "Your reasoning is very difficult to challenge."  She grinned as her hand stroked his cheek.  Her expression faded to a more serious look.  "I find you very interesting in conversation.  I can see for myself why my friends and my daughter have grown so fond of you.  However, it is time that I explore your submissive nature."

She turned and walked to the display board.  She grabbed a leather hood from the array of bondage and torture devices.  She stepped back to this very worried lowly male slave.  She pulled the hood over his head and laced it tightly behind him.  She put a padded blindfold over his eyes and buckled the ends to the sides of hood.  He now could not see.  The hood was already causing his head to become uncomfortably warm.  He could never remember being hooded before.  His mind was filled with panic.  He started to squirm.

"Hold still or you will be severely punished."  She gruffly barked at him.

He felt her unfastening buckles.  She opened flaps over his ears.  He felt something being put in his ears.  He thought it was cotton.  He felt the flaps being replaced and buckled.  He could not hear any noise.  He could not see anything.  He had no idea where she was.  He had no idea what she was doing.  He had no idea what was about to happen to him.  His body trembled in fear.

He felt something pushing at his lips.  He dared not resist.  He opened his mouth.  A very large penis gag was shoved in.  It spread his jaws very wide.  It pushed deep against his throat.  He felt it being strapped around his head.  He felt the buckles being fastened.

This lowly male slave felt incredibly helpless.  His cuffed hands were clipped behind him.  His cuffed ankles were hobbled by a short chain.  His neck was encircled by a collar with a chain clipped to it.  His head was completely enclosed by the leather mask except two holes for his nostrils.  His eyes were blindfolded.  His ears were plugged.  His mouth was painfully filled with the penis gag.  He could not see.  He could not hear.  He could not speak.  He could barely breathe.

A gentle tug of the chain pulled his collar upward.  He desperately attempted to get to his feet.  There was no help.  He stumbled as he stood, but regained his balance.  Another tug on the chain caused him to walk in the direction of the chain.  His balance was shaky.  His steps were very tentative.  He took about twenty steps.  A hand gently pressed against his chest, and he stopped walking.
The hand touched his shoulder and guided him to turn.  Another gentle touch prompted him to stop turning.

He felt his hands being unclasped.  His right arm was lifted above his head and clipped to a chain.  His left arm was lifted above his head and attached to the same chain.  He felt the hobble chain being removed from his ankle cuffs.  His legs were pushed apart about four feet.  His thighs, already sore from last night's bondage, seared with pain.  He felt a bar being clipped to his ankle cuffs, keeping his legs spread uncomfortably wide.  Seconds passed without feeling anyone touch him.  He wondered what was happening.  His wrists began to hurt as he felt the chain begin to pull.  His arms were now pulled painfully toward the ceiling.  The cuffs bit into the rope burns and sores from last night's ordeal.  He braced himself for the next infliction.

Nothing happened.  He stood completely helpless.  He waited for something to be done.  He strained to hear a noise.  He longed to feel a touch.  He dreaded being tortured.  He wondered what was about to happen.  Nothing happened.

Minutes passed.  He lost sense of time.  Perhaps, hours had passed.  He had no idea.  He shivered.  He was cold.  The dank, chilly air was too cool for his naked body.  How long had he been here?  How much longer would he be here?  Was anyone else here?  Where was Queen Xandra?  His mind bounced from question to question.  He was sore.  He was tired.  He was cold.  He was scared.

A light touch tickled his inner thigh.  It was a feather.  Being very ticklish, he could not stand it.  He squirmed.  His legs would not move.  His arms pulled against the chain.  The tickling became more pronounced.  He shivered.  He tried to laugh.  The gag nearly strangled him.  His blindfold was damp.  He was crying.  He could not stand anymore tickling.  The feather continued, gently teasing his thighs and balls.  His entire body was shuddering in torment.  The feather moved to his chest.  His nipples were lightly teased.  He felt them growing hard.  He enjoyed the feeling.  It only lasted a minute.  The feather moved to his armpit.  His body violently jerked in self-defense.  The cuffs bit deeper into his wrists.  The feather began to move down his side in a very slow, tantalizing spiral.  He cringed in response to the relentless torment.  His body recoiled in involuntary reflexes.  He could not escape.  His arms were strained to their limit.  His wrists screamed in excruciating pain.  The feather now touched his navel.  His body attempted to double up in desperation.  The chain pulled tight.  He could not endure much more of this.  Tears were streaming inside the hood.  Without warning, the tickling stopped.

He stood waiting for her next move.  Nothing happened.  His head was very hot inside the leather hood.  His face and hair were soaked in sweat.  Tears had dried on his cheeks.  His entire body was drenched in perspiration from his struggle.  The cold, dank air in the cave enveloped him.  He shivered as chills course through his body.  He wondered when she would strike again.  He felt a familiar warmth in his groin.  He had a rock-hard erection.  His engorged member was bobbing in front of his pelvis.

The feather once more assaulted his inner thighs.  It moved from one leg to the other.  It tormented his balls.  He squirmed in delight.  He did not resist.  He thrust toward the offender.  Slowly, deliberately, the ticklish tormentor moved up and down his throbbing shaft.  It circled his balls.  It once more traversed the length of his manhood.  His body tensed.  He trembled.  His body jerked violently, and a huge shudder paralyzed his being.  He began to cum.  He felt her hand resting against the head of his spewing penis.  He shot several loads of his precious seed into her palm.  His exhausted body collapsed as the final spurt oozed from the tiny slit in his cock.

He sagged in his bonds.  The chain pulled against his arms as all of his weight pulled the opposite direction.  He felt her hand squeezing a few drops of cum from his shrinking organ.  A second set of hands began tinkering with the penis gag.  The artificial cock began to pull from his mouth.  It was half way out.  It stopped and moved back in.  The other person was fucking his mouth with the dildo.  Slowly, the rubber penis moved in and out of his mouth.  After twenty or more strokes, the penis was jerked away.  His mouth was still forced open by the ring of the gag.  A hand rubbed against the ring.  Large globs of cum slid into his mouth.  He could not spit it out.  He had no choice, but swallow it.  The slimy globs slowly slid down his throat.  He swallowed to avoid choking.  The hand moved across the ring again.  Another big glob of semen began its journey through his mouth and down his throat.

His entire body blushed with embarrassment.  He still did not like swallowing his own cum.  He wretched at the thought of swallowing the cum of anyone else.  His own likes and dislikes were no longer important.  He had pledged absolute obedience to his mistresses.  He could not dishonor them by refusing to swallow.  His mental gymnastics were merely for his own peace of mind.  He had no choice.  He either swallowed the cum, or he strangled on it.  She had complete control of his body and his mind.

This lowly male slave felt someone unfastening the buckle on his left earflap.  The leather was raised.  Cold air rushed against the hot flesh.  His body shuddered from the chill.  The cotton was pulled from the ear.

"You were not given permission to cum!"  The queen scolded him in a harsh tone.  "You must be punished."

No more was said.  He could not respond beyond grunts and moans.  The ring gag was too large to permit talking.  The cotton was reinserted in his ear.  The leather flap was lowered and fastened in place.  He was once more isolated from his surroundings.

This lowly male slave stood helplessly pondering his punishment.  Fear gripped his soul.  He hardly knew the Amazon queen.  Would his punishment be painful?  Would she be cruel?  He felt a patch being attached to his left leg.

Oh shit!  He had just cum.  He could not get hard for a few hours unless she used a drug patch.  In a few minutes, he would be harder than a rock.  Since he was being punished, he knew the patch would be the "bad" kind.  "Good" patches made him erect for hours, and multi-orgasmic.  "Bad" patches made him hard for hours, but prevented orgasms.  He guessed he was in for hours of unbearably frustrating torment.

He moaned into the gag attempting to plead for mercy.  He knew he deserved his punishment.  He knew he could not cum without permission.  But, he had been tickled out of control.

The ring gag was unbuckled and removed from his sore jaws.  A finger quickly covered his lips, warning him not to talk.  He moved his jaws and tongue to relieve the cramping caused by the gag.  He dared not make a sound.

He felt his ankles being released from the spreader bar.  The chain was lowered, letting his arms be lowered.  The wrist cuffs were clipped together in front of him.  He felt someone grab his left arm.  He was led to the bondage table and helped onto it.  His arms were pulled above his head and fastened to the table.  His legs were spread and fastened to the legs of the table.  His genitals were exposed in the cutout section of the table.

He felt a woman climb on top of him.  Her body was long and her muscles were strong.  It was an Amazon.  It must be Queen Xandra.  She straddled his hips and eased her pussy onto his drug-induced erection.  With the patch on his leg, she could fuck him all day and all night.  He would never get soft, but he would never be able to cum.  She could frustrate him to a level of frustration that no man could ever endure.

Slowly, the incredibly strong woman rocked her hips on this captive slave.  She called on all of her self-control to maintain a slow, maddening rhythm.  This lowly male slave felt his erection grow to its ultimate limits.  His balls were still bruised and sore from the ball press.  He felt them churn in efforts to produce more cum.  The lovely Amazon queen was thrusting her pussy feverishly against his groin.  She slowly built her ecstasy to a lustful peak.  She finally climaxed with a loud moan and a paralyzing shudder.  This lowly male slave felt the spasm of her vagina around his staff.  He tensed and shot a large load of cum inside her.

Why had he cum?  The patch should have prevented his orgasm.  Had the queen made mistake?  Had she grabbed the wrong patch?
  
Her orgasm finally subsided.  She slid her body to the top of the table.  She placed her dripping, cum-filled pussy over his mouth.  The slimy mixture of their love juices slowly trickled into his mouth.  His cum oozed in three small globs onto his tongue.  He had no choice but swallow.  The wet womanhood of the Amazon still smothered his face.  He could only guess that she expected him to lick her clean.  His tongue swept around her vulva.  He probed inside her vagina.  He licked every trace of his cum from her love nest.  She reluctantly lifted her body from the table.

He still could not understand why she had let him cum.  He was being punished.  He should be frustrated for hours.  He was baffled.

Another Amazon climbed on top of this lowly male slave.  She straddled his pelvis.  Her pubis was already moist with sensual secretions.  She began humping him in slow, tantalizing strokes.  She lifted her hips several inches and thrust downward onto his pole.  He had already cum twice.  She had yet to have her pleasure.  She was feverish with lust.  She frantically pumped her pelvis.  Her first orgasm came with a loud squeal.  Her body convulsed with climatic contractions.  No sooner had her tremors ceased, when she began humping him with renewed vigor.  Her ecstasy built for several minutes.  Her second orgasm triggered another from this exhausted lowly male slave.  

Following the cue of her leader, she clambered forward and smeared her gooey pussy around his mouth.  Once more, he had no choice but swallow.  His orgasms produced far less cum than his first one did.  Still, he was forced to swallow a large glob of his own cum.  He then licked her inside and outside until all of her juices were in his stomach.

This lowly male slave had already had three orgasms.  The drug patch would allow him to have many more.  He had swallowed a large quantity of cum and pussy juice.  He was beginning to feel queasy.  He did not think he could swallow much more without getting very sick.

Another Amazon mounted his torso.  She quickly began to fuck him with lustful exuberance.  She had two orgasms.  Her second climax triggered another for this lowly male slave.  Once more, he was obliged to clean her cum-filled pussy.  

This lowly male slave was starting to understand his punishment.  He could not see or hear anything.  He could only guess what was going to happen.  The queen and all seven of her guards took turns enjoying his drug-induced erection.  Part way through the gang rape, he lost count of the times he had been used.  He knew it was more than eight times.  He could only guess that each of them mounted him twice.  If that were true, he had cum sixteen times.  It was seventeen counting his initial infraction.

Lying on his back, he was stretched in a "Y" on the bondage table.  He was completely exhausted.  He was delirious from fatigue.  He slowly regained his senses.  He felt very nauseous.  He feared he would vomit while restrained on his back.

This lowly male slave felt his arms and his legs being released from the table.  A set of very strong, slender fingers wrapped around his right arm.  The fingers were long and slender.  The hand that gripped his arm pulled his sweat-drenched body from the table.  His feet found the floor, and he stumbled as he was led from the table.  His arms were once more pulled above his head.  His feet were then attached to the four-foot spreader bar.  Slowly his arms were lifted by a chain until he stood on his tiptoes.

The chilly cave air wafted across his sweaty skin.  His body trembled from the coolness.  He briefly noticed that his cock felt raw from its over-use.  He once more felt the strain on his shoulders and thighs.  Quickly his mind returned to the more urgent discomfort.  He still felt like his guts were churning.  He feared he would vomit at any time.

Something was touching his earflap.  The buckle was loosed.  The flap was raised, allowing cold air to hit his overheated ear.  The cotton was removed.

"Your punishment is not complete."  The queen said in a soft, yet sinister voice.  Her finger once more touched his lips to forbid him from talking.  "You will never cum again without permission."

The soft cotton was forced back into his ear.  The flap was lowered and buckled.  He stood shivering from the cold, and from his fear.  He waited for more punishment.

Soft, delicate fingers gently grasped his butt cheeks.  The fingers did not feel strong like an Amazon.  He guessed she was a slave.  Moist, warm lips gently encircled the tip of his throbbing cock.  Her tongue began lightly tracing circles around his swollen shaft.  His manhood bobbed inside her mouth.  She began sliding her lips deep to his base, and then sliding back almost to the tip.  Each time her mouth was near the tip, she flicked her tongue sending spasms of delight through his body.  She labored furiously to drive him to another orgasm.  Her work was more difficult due to his previous ejaculations.  He lasted almost twenty minutes before he shot a small load into her mouth.  She waited for his organ to stop twitching.  He felt her breasts rub against his loins, then his belly, and finally his chest.  She stood before him.  Her lips touched his.  Her tongue parted his lips.  He felt the warm, sticky glob slide onto his tongue.  Once more, he swallowed his own seed.

This lowly male slave was very queasy.  He despised swallowing cum.  The idea still repulsed him.  His fear of more severe punishment, coupled with his love for his mistresses, led him to swallow anyway.  He knew he could not ingest much more semen without becoming very sick.  He hoped the queen would see his suffering and decide his punishment was complete.

Another set of fingers clutched his butt.  Another warm mouth engulfed his raging rod.  It felt different.  It must be a different slave.  The new slave worked feverishly at driving him to another climax.  Once more, her work was more difficult due to his frequent orgasms.  He felt sweat beading on her forehead and brushing against his thighs.  Up and down her head bobbed.  Up and down her tongue slid on his cock.  She ministered to his erection for an eternity.  Finally, he spurted another small wad of cum into her mouth.  He felt her climbing to her feet.  Once more, he felt lips kissing his.  Once more, he felt a tongue penetrate his lips.  Once more, he felt and tasted the despised semi-liquid on his tongue.  Once more, he swallowed.  Once more, he hoped he would not regurgitate the slime.

He had barely swallowed the last glob of cum when another slave grabbed his hips.  She immediately began sucking him.  She worked for an interminable period before he erupted with another load of cum.  She forced it into his mouth.

He gagged as the slimy glob entered his stomach.  He felt his stomach heaving.  He tasted his bile as it worked into his throat.  He desperately wanted to double over and clutch his ailing belly.  The chains held fast against the pull of his weakened arms.  His wrist cuffs bit deep into his raw wrists.  His stomach began convulsing, causing his arms to jerk against the chain.  He felt the putrid semen at the base of his throat.  He began to heave, violently spewing rancid matter from his mouth.  He felt he would strangle.  He could not recoil into a less troubled position.  His body heaved violently several times between each batch of the horrid vomit.  He had vomited four times before his stomach ceased its contractions.

He stood stretched to the ceiling.  His knees had buckled from fatigue.  His weight hung from his leather-cuffed wrists.  His legs were splattered with vomit.  The smell was hideous.  His stomach was very queasy.  The putrid taste lingered in his mouth and throat.  He shivered uncontrollably in the dank cave.  His thighs cramped from the strain on his legs.  His shoulders ached from prolonged bondage.  He felt a trickle of blood streaming down his right wrist.  The cuff had bit into the scabs from previous rope burns.  Despite all of his misery, he felt his cock bobbing boldly between his legs.

Fingers touched the side of his head.  The earflap was being unfastened.  The cotton was removed.  Once more, the cold, dank air flooded against his hot skin.  The other earflap was loosened and removed.  The cotton was pulled from the plugged ear.

"Stand still and do not talk."  The queen admonished her slumping victim.

Warm water splashed against his body.  He was being washed.  He felt two pairs of hands.  He felt a third set.  The three slaves were cleaning the perspiration and vomit from his body.  The warm water felt heavenly.  As the water began to cool, the chilly cave air sent more shivers through his body.  The washing stopped.  He felt a towel drying his tender skin.  He heard someone cleaning the stone floor around him.  The towel finished drying him.  The noises ceased.

"Your merciful queen is not yet certain."  Queen Xandra said in a sarcastic voice.  "Has this lowly, cum-eating, pussy-licking slave learned his lesson?"

This lowly male slave stood silent.  He had not been given permission to speak.  He had been punished enough for a year.  He had no desire to incur further torment.

"You may speak," she said.  "You may plead for mercy."

"Please, Your Highness!"  This weary, sick, lowly male slave begged.  "Your lowly, worthless slave has learned his lesson.  He did not mean to cum.  He promises he will never again cum without permission.  Please don't make him eat anymore cum!  Please!"

This lowly male slave was still standing on his toes.  His legs were still spread by the four-foot bar.  His arms were stretched above his head by a chain.  He was completely naked except for his cuffs, his collar, and the leather hood.  The hood was very hot, and his head was drenched in sweat under the snug-fitting leather.  His eyes were still covered.  His mouth and ears were now exposed.

This lowly male slave felt the tension on his arms gradually disappear.  His left wrist was unclipped from the chain and pulled behind his back.  He felt his right wrist being unclipped from the chain, and being pulled behind him.  He heard the click as his wrist cuffs were clipped together, leaving his hands helplessly bound behind him.  The spreader bar was removed from his ankles, which were immediately hobbled by a short chain.  A strong, female hand pressed downward on his shoulder.  He clumsily lowered himself into a kneeling position.

"I am not sure you are sincere."  The queen said with a playful chuckle.  "I believe you can be more persuasive."

This lowly male slave desperately wanted to avoid any further punishment.  His stomach was still very queasy from his earlier exploits.  He quickly searched for the words that would spare his worthless butt.  It took a few seconds before he realized his situation.  He was no longer helplessly bound.  His hands and feet were bound, but he still had other tools at his disposal.  He quickly decided to do what any desperate slave would do in his predicament.

Awkwardly, he bent forward.  He lost his balance and lurched forward.  His face stopped abruptly as it landed on her royal foot.  His tongue urgently crept forward and began licking and kissing her wonderful feet.  He could not risk being timid.  His tongue probed between her toes.  He lavished passionate kisses on her feet and ankles.  He lustfully worshipped her lovely feet as though his life depended on it.  For all he knew, it did!

"Well!  Well!  Well!"  The queen exclaimed in mock surprise.  "I do believe the little pussy licker means it."  A hearty laugh escaped her lips.  Several other female voices chuckled in response.  "Clean the cum eating pussy licker up and bring him to me."

Two sets of small hands gently pulled on his arms.  He was lifted to his feet.  Still blindfolded, he stumbled as he was led to one side of the cave.  He was guided to a stone bench and urged to sit.  His legs were very sore and tired.  A gasp of relief escaped his lips as the load was removed from his aching feet.  He heard a constant scurrying of feet around him.

"Drink this slowly."  A gentle voice said with a heavy accent.  "It will settle your stomach."  

A cup was pressed to his lips.  The cup tipped and a small dribble of cool liquid crossed his lips.  It tasted very good.  The foul taste of rancid vomit in his mouth quickly vanished.  His parched lips and throat were soothed.  Just the first few drops had already removed the queasiness in his belly.  He sipped about half of the cup before it disappeared from his lips.

Hands began touching the leather hood.  He felt the laces being unfastened.  The back of the leather was pulled apart and the hood pulled gruffly over his head.  He squinted as the dim torchlight hurt his eyes.  The cool cave air blasted his head and face.  He noticed how wet his head had become as he perspired inside of the snug-fitting leather hood.  

He glanced around the large chamber of the cave.  Across the chamber, Queen Xandra was relaxing in a large throne-like chair.  Three beautiful, bronze-skinned slaves hovered near him.  They were preparing pots of water and wash cloths to clean him.  They gently washed his skin.  They took special care on his bloody, rope-burned wrists and ankles.  They were also very careful around his raw, bruised genitals.  His balls were bruised from the feast.  His rigid cock was raw from the recent gang rape.  They had him kneel with his head down as they washed his hair.  He was delicately dried with fluffy towels.  One slave combed his hair.  He was lightly perfumed with masculine-smelling oil.

He was gently helped to his feet.  A gentle nudge in his back prodded him to approach the lovely Amazon queen.  He stopped in front of her.  His hands were still clipped behind his back, and his feet still hobbled by the short chain.  He eased himself to his knees.  He once more leaned forward to pay homage to her lovely feet.  Again he lost his balance and fell against her feet.  He kissed passionately at her toes.
 
"You may stop."  The queen whispered lustfully.

This lowly male slave rose to his kneeling position.  He kept his head bowed.  His hands were bound behind him.  His drug-enraged cock bobbed fitfully in front of him.  His erection embarrassed him, although he was helpless to control it with the drugs coursing his veins.  

"Now, my little slave," the queen whispered in a sinister tone, "you will show me how well you eat pussy.  If you do well, your pathetic little prick can fuck me until you drop from exhaustion."

The queen clutched his head in her strong hands.  She pulled his face to her glistening, golden bush.  With considerable assistance from the drug patch, the remainder of the day was very enjoyable for both the queen and her slave.




Chapter 7 - A Battle Royal 


Tuesday morning began much like the previous days.  Leesha gently shook this lowly male slave with her hand on his shoulder.  He groaned in agony as he tried to roll over.  She allowed him to struggle onto his back.  He opened his eyes and gazed at her beautiful brown eyes.  Her beautiful bronze face was a very delightful sight to greet him.  She had a friendly smile on her lips.

"Leesha help pussy licker."  Her smile was genuine.  As insulting as her words had sounded, this lowly male slave was certain she had meant no harm.

She pulled him to his feet.  His hands were still clipped behind him.  His legs were still hobbled.  He still sported the collar around his neck.  At least his cock was not raging with lust.  His muscles were sore from two days of bondage and sexual activity.  His balls were not nearly as sore as they had been yesterday.

Leesha took him to the bathhouse.  She washed him gently, but thoroughly.  Her hands gently patted him dry with a fluffy towel.  She dipped her fingers into a small pot of lotion.  The herbal fragrance was very pleasant.  The lotion immediately felt warm and soothed his aching muscles.  She applied heavy amounts to his crusty, scabbed wrists.  The burning itch slowly left his wounds.  She rubbed generous amounts on his genitals.  The raw flesh of his cock felt cool as the lotion eased his discomfort.  He wished his entire day could be spent with the lovely slave pampering him.

"Leesha take you to princess," she said in her fractured grammar.  "She spend day with pussy licker."

"This lowly male slave's name is drew, not pussy licker," he replied in a frustrated voice.

"Leesha sorry!  She no mean to make drew mad."  Her face drooped in a pained pout.

"No!  You should not be sorry.  You have been very kind and gentle."  This lowly male slave lightly kissed her forehead.  "This lowly male slave is sorry for being so rude.  He would appreciate you calling him drew."

"Okay, drew," she retorted with a grin.  She kissed her finger and placed it on his lips.  "We hurry.  Princess Shandra be mad if we late."

The lovely, little slave grabbed the chain that dangled from his collar.  He followed her with his hands bound behind him, and his feet hobbled.  They entered the royal hut.  This was the first time that he had seen this hut.  It looked very similar to the guest hut where he slept with his three mistresses.  

Princess Shandra was sitting cross-legged on a blanket.  She was braiding her younger sister's hair.  Both young princesses were wearing their rawhide halters and loincloths.  This lowly male slave felt his cock begin to throb.  No drugs were needed to arouse him.  The hut was filled with the three most beautiful women he had ever seen.  Their revealing attire was more than his self-control could handle.  Five very lovely, naked female slaves only added to his lustful emotions.  Queen Xandra glanced at the male slave.  Her eyes scanned his body and paused at his groin.  She smiled as she noted his raging rod.

Princess Shandra finished her sister's hair.  She climbed to her feet.  She hugged her mother and kissed her cheek.  She turned to her younger sister and embraced in a hug.  She stepped to this lowly male slave.  She grabbed his collar and led him out the door.

"We are going to wander the island."  She glanced at him.  "It will let you enjoy the scenery and let us share some time before you leave."  She glanced at his cuffs and collar.  "I have to leave you bound.  The others would be very angry if you were not treated like a slave."

"This lowly male slave expects nothing else."  He said in a matter-of-fact tone.  "His Kind and Gracious Princess is very thoughtful to let him join her today."

The princess and her slave hiked along a trail for hundreds of yards.  The scenery was exhilarating.  The trees and bushes were plush and plentiful.  Small streams crossed the path in several places.  She led him to a clearing.  A large waterfall roared at the far edge of the opening.  She tugged on his chain, and he knelt at her side.  She dropped onto her gorgeous butt.  She crossed her legs and looked into his eyes. 

"You know how hard it was for me to leave America."  Her eyes were misty.  "I missed my mother, my sister, and my island.  But, I will miss everyone back there."  She stroked his hair.  He listened intently.  "I tried to convince them to let me keep you here.  Mom, Cat, and Nikki all said no."

"Your Highness, this lowly male slave his flattered that His Kind and Gracious Princess would want him.  But, this life is too different from America.  He doesn't know that he could adjust."

"Do you love me?"  The look in her eyes was that of a lovesick girl.

"Your Highness, this lowly male slave loves you very much.  That is why he calls you His Kind and Gracious Princess."  The words were difficult as he choked with emotion.  "He loves all of his mistresses; Lady Nicole, Lady Colleen, Lady Sarah, and Mistress Martha.  He loves you even more than he loves them.  But, his heart is torn, because he loves His Beautiful Loving Countess a little more.  It is hard to explain.  You are the most beautiful woman this lowly male slave has ever known.  He has grown to trust you.  He yearns for your attention.  He loves to kiss your feet.  He loves to please your pussy.  He loves to be punished by you.  He loves to be fucked by you.  He cannot explain why, but he loves Countess Cathryn a bit more.  That is why serving all of you has been perfect for him."

"I can understand your feelings."  She said with a forced smile on her face.  "I love them too.  I love them as friends.  I love them as family.  And, I love them as lovers.  That still does not make it easy to let them have you."

"This lowly male slave is flattered that a beautiful, young lady such as you finds him desirable.  You are the fantasy of every man.  But, His Beautiful Loving Countess captured his heart and soul when she helped him through his grief."  He leaned forward and tenderly kissed her feet.  "Surely, a beautiful princess can find a handsome and adorable slave on this island."

"None of them are intelligent.  None of them possess your wit and charm."

"This lowly male slave would love to see you often."  A tear streamed down his left cheek.  "He will miss you terribly."

She leaned forward and squeezed him in a long, passionate hug.  They enjoyed the comfort of the embrace for several minutes.  She suddenly broke the embrace as she felt him stiffen.  She looked deep into his eyes.

"What is wrong?"  A concerned look crossed her brow.

"It's an eerie feeling."  This lowly male slave replied.  "It feels like someone is staring at us.  This lowly male slave had a similar feeling Saturday when he pulled the luggage cart through the village.  A blonde warrior was glaring at him.  Her look was evil."

"Lucretia!"  The golden-haired beauty exclaimed in anger.  "That traitorous bitch!"

"I thought so."  This lowly male slave replied, forgetting his training for the moment.  "Oh, Your Highness, please forgive this lowly male slave for his transgression."

"What?"  She looked bewildered.  "Oh, I didn't even notice.  I could care less about slave talk at a time like this."  She glanced around the clearing.  "Did you feel where she was?"

"Your Highness, it was just a feeling."  This lowly male slave answered.  "This lowly male slave is not certain that she is really here."

"I felt it too.  She's hiding out there."  She glanced around.  "That fucking bitch!  I'll cut her tits off!  I'll ram my spear up her cunt and tear her fishy hole to pieces!"

A shiver traversed this lowly male slave from his head to his toes.  He had never heard His Kind and Gracious Princess talk with such a vicious attitude.  Even during their bondage sessions, she never showed such violent rage.

"Let's head back to the village," the Amazon instructed.  "I'm unarmed.  She could surprise us at any time."

She climbed to her feet and helped her bound slave to his.  She grabbed his chain and led him toward the trail.  They were ten feet from the trail when they froze.  The bushes were rustling.  Something was moving toward the clearing.

"Shandra, you man-crazed whore!"  The streaky-haired blonde leaped into the path.  Her green eyes glared with contempt.  She held a long knife in her left hand.  "You are a disgrace to the tribe.  You should be a housewife, not a queen."

"Lucretia, you are out of your league."  The princess answered back.  "Drew, get away.  Go get help."

She pushed this lowly male slave toward a tree.  His hobble chain snagged on a rock and sent him tumbling to the ground.  He ducked his shoulder and rolled in an awkward manner.  His hands were clipped together behind him making a graceful landing nearly impossible.  He landed on his back with a thud.  He struggled to climb to his feet.  His bonds made his task more difficult.

Lucretia was standing in the path at the mouth of the clearing.  This lowly male slave could not get past her.  He backed toward the tree.  In his bound condition, he could be of no help.  He shook from an adrenaline rush.  He could only watch as the warriors engaged in a fierce struggle.

"Only a yellow-bellied coward would attack an unarmed person."  Princess Shandra growled at her adversary.  She was poised for an attack.  "You will never defeat me.  I can kick your scrawny little ass with my hands tied behind my back."

"I don't need you tied up to slit your cock sucking throat."  The traitor growled in return.  "I want your lover to see your slimy cunt sliced into raw meat.  I want him to see you beg for mercy before I kill both of you."

"I'd rather lick a slave's ass than beg for your mercy."  The princess countered.  "Bring that knife here.  I want to stick it up your scabby twat."

The attacker moved into position.  She was now a few feet from the princess.  She raised the knife and lunged at her foe.  Princess Shandra leaned to her right and the knife grazed her left arm.  A line of blood oozed from her forearm.  The blood quickly cascaded down her arm.  Lucretia fell forward, tripping over the left foot of her foe.

The princess whirled around and pounced on the traitor's back.  The knife was still clutched in her hand.  Lucretia rolled onto her back and the princess flew over her.  The attacker sprung to her feet and dove at the prone princess.  She stabbed viciously at the fallen princess who rolled out of the path of the blade.  Both warriors rolled over and sprung to their feet.

They circled for several steps.  Lucretia lunged once more at the princess.  The princess stepped toward the advancing foe and flung her right foot at the knife-welding hand.  The thud was brutal as the bare foot crashed into the clenched fist.  The knife flew into the air and landed fifteen feet from the combatants.  Lucretia clutched her battered left hand in her right.  The karate kick had landed perfectly.  The aggressor apparently did not know karate.  She looked at the princess with a stunned expression.

Princess Shandra now pressed her counterattack.  She sprung at the startled opponent and launched a whip kick that landed right under her chin.  The streaky blonde hair flew wildly as Lucretia's head snapped backward.  She staggered several steps and fell.  She lay on her back unable to move.  The princess lunged on top of the foe.  Her sinewy right arm cocked behind her and flashed forward in a vicious straight-arm to the dazed opponent's nose.  The crunch was sickening.  Every bone in Lucretia's nose shattered under the onslaught.  Large spurts of blood gushed from her nostrils.  She lay motionless on the ground as Princess Shandra cocked her arm for a second blow.

The princess held her arm in the ready position for nearly a minute.  The bloodied attacker never moved.  The Amazon warrior-princess put her fingers on the prone warrior's neck.  She pushed herself upward and climbed to her feet.  This lowly male slave gazed at the fallen assailant.  Her eyes were open, but gazed aimlessly at the sky.  The blood stopped flowing from her battered face.  The princess looked into the face of her slave.

"She's dead."  The princess stated in a somber tone.  "The fucking bitch gave me no choice.  It was kill or be killed."

"Are you alright?"  This lowly male slave asked the wounded warrior.

"I'm fine.  It will heal."  His Kind and Gracious Princess answered.  "But, this is a very touchy situation.  I could be executed for killing her."

"But, she attacked you!"  This lowly male slave exclaimed.

"It's just my word against the opinion of the tribe."  The princess had a very worried expression on her lovely face.  "She had many friends.  They could demand a trial."

"This lowly male slave is a witness," he offered.

"Slaves are not allowed to testify in our trials," she answered.  "It's a tradition that has existed since my ancestors settled on this island."

"Your Highness, you need to get your arm bandaged.  It's bleeding very badly."  This lowly male slave began looking for a cloth to wrap the injured arm.  He had no clothing to use.  The only cloth he could see was the buckskin clothing worn by the two warriors.  "She won't be needing her top.  Your slave will use it to stop the bleeding."

The princess said nothing.  She eased herself to the ground and clutched her throbbing arm.

"Your Highness?"  Her slave begged for her attention.  She looked at him.  "Your slave cannot tend your injuries if he is bound."

"Ugh?"  She uttered in a confused daze.  She shook her head to clear her thoughts.  "I will be in trouble if I release you."

"Your Highness!"  Her slave exclaimed in exasperation.  "You might bleed to death if you don't!"

Her eyes seemed without focus.  She reached up and unclipped the clasp that held his wrist cuffs together.  He groaned as he moved his stiff shoulders.  He bent down and released the hobble from his ankle cuffs.  He quickly ran to the dead warrior.  He unfastened her rawhide halter.  He raised her corpse to free the material.  He dropped the cold body to the ground and hurried to care for his injured mistress.

He wrapped the buckskin tightly around her bloody forearm.  He tried to apply tight pressure to slow her bleeding.  He helped her to her feet.  She was already very wobbly.  He draped her right arm over his left shoulder and wrapped his left arm around her waist.  They slowly began their tedious trek to the village.  The princess stumbled often.  The bleeding on her arm appeared to stop.  She was growing very weak.  Her slave was afraid she would not survive the long walk.

This lowly male slave was nearing exhaustion as he carried the limp body of His Kind and Gracious Princess into the village.  She had collapsed a mile from the destination.  He struggled to maintain his footing and retain his grip on her torso.  He scanned the area, desperately searching for help.  He saw a small bronze woman carrying something to the computer center.

"Leesha!"  He screamed as loud as his exhausted condition allowed.  "Leesha!  Get help!"

The woman dropped her bundle and ran toward him.

"Get help!"  He screamed again.

The slave turned and ran into the computer center.  In seconds Queen Xandra, Princess Xola, Countess Cathryn, and Lady Nicole emerged from the large hut.  They sprinted to help the struggling slave.

"What's wrong?"  Queen Xandra immediately demanded from several feet away.

"Lucretia attacked us!"  This lowly male slave gasped.  "Her arm is cut.  It's very deep, and she's lost lots of blood."

"Leesha, get my hut ready!"  The Amazon queen commanded in a calm voice.  "Xola, help me!  Cat and Nikki help Leesha!"

Leesha scrambled toward the royal hut.  Queen Xandra and Princess Xola rushed to aid the fallen princess.  Lady Nicole turned and followed the panicked slave girl.  Countess Cathryn gazed at her lowly male slave.

"Are you hurt?"  His Beautiful Loving Countess inquired of him.

"No!  I'm fine!"  This lowly male slave answered, once more forgetting his slave talk.  No one cared at that moment.    

"Where's Lucretia?"  The calm redheaded Irish lady demanded.

"Dead!"  This lowly male slave answered.

"Hurry to help Leesha!"  His Beautiful Loving Countess shouted as she turned toward the huts.

Leesha was yelling as she ran to the royal hut.  Three more female slaves emerged from the computer center and followed her.  Lady Nicole had passed the slaves, and had entered the hut.  Countess Cathryn was behind the slaves who disappeared through the doorway.  The two Amazons quickly carried the injured warrior inside the hut.  This lowly male slave labored several yards behind.  He desperately wanted to provide any help he could for His Kind and Gracious Princess.

 He entered the hut and realized the situation was in expert hands.  Queen Xandra had been in many battles with invading tribes.  She was calm and assumed complete control.  Princess Xola and the slaves were visibly shaken, but responded instantly to every order the queen issued.  His two mistresses were very calmly preparing medicines, bandages, cold compresses, and sheets.

Princess Shandra lay unconscious on a large bed.  Her breathing appeared normal.  Her complexion was very pale.  Her mother had removed the buckskin bandage from the wounded arm of the princess.  She quickly reached for a metal probe.

"The cut is deep.  She has lost a lot of blood.  I don't see any large arteries cut."  She poked the probe into the wound.  A sickening smell of burning flesh permeated the hut.  She moved the probe several times.  "I've cauterized the larger vessels.  Her bleeding is stopped."  She put the probe back on the tray.  "The muscles are cut.  I don't see any damaged tendons.  She may have problems with the arm being weak."

Her tone was that of an emergency room surgeon.  She showed no emotion.  She was very calm and precise.  She took a pot of liquid from the tray.  She doused the wound with the liquid.  The yellowish liquid mixed with the dried blood to form an orange discharge.  Lady Nicole carried a tray of bandages to the queen.  The queen dipped her hand into a second pot and pulled out a handful of salve.  She smeared it on a bandage and applied to the wound.  She leaned forward and kissed the forehead of her injured daughter.

The queen looked around the room.  Princess Xola had collapsed in tears near the doorway.  The queen knelt next to her terrified younger daughter.  She whispered comforting words.  The young princess sighed as her mammoth breasts heaved in one final sob.  A worried smile forced its way onto her lips.  Her mother gave her a reassuring hug.

Queen Xandra rose and approached this frightened male slave.  "You saved her life.  She would have bled to death if you hadn't bound the wound."  She wrapped her muscular arms around his shoulders and squeezed him tightly.  "She'll be awake in a few hours.  She'll be up tomorrow.  In a few days, she will be at full strength.  Her arm will take two or three months to heal.  It will be weaker than before, and she'll have a nasty scar.  At least she was not more seriously hurt."




Chapter 8 - Justice for All


The commotion in the hut had subsided.  Queen Xandra turned her attention to the doorway.  Countess Cathryn was blocking the egress and sternly admonishing a huge crowd of Amazons.  Another Amazon stood off to the side and echoed her instructions.  Most of the crowd was curious.  They asked what had happened and wanted to know if the princess was all right.

Two warriors were yelling loudly from the middle of the group.  They were accusing Princess Xandra of murdering their friend.  Queen Xandra put her hand on her friend's shoulder.  Countess Cathryn backed into the hut.  The formidable Amazon warrior-queen stepped toward the crowd.

"The princess is injured.  She should recover in due time.  Her wounds do not appear life threatening at this time.  I do not know the details of the fight.  I have been told that Lucretia is dead.  I call for the Council of Elders to meet to investigate."

The queen stepped back into the hut.  "Nikki, can you take charge here?"  She looked at the ebony-skinned mistress, who nodded her affirmation.  "Leesha, you and these three follow every order as if they were mine."  The bronze-toned slave nodded her understanding.  "Cat, you and drew need to come with me."

The tall, blonde Amazon queen, dressed in her buckskin top and loincloth, led the trio.  Countess Cathryn followed closely, dressed in her khaki shorts and blouse.  This lowly male slave stepped in the rear, completely naked except for his cuffs and collar.  In a less serious moment, the procession would have looked comical.  This procession was anything but comical.  Queen Xandra wore a very angry, yet concerned look on her lovely face.

The computer center had a table with five chairs on one side.  The center chair was empty, as was the one to the right of it.  The other three chairs were occupied by Amazon elders.  They ranged from their mid-forties to their late-fifties.  Each of them was attractive and very fit.  Sittings in chairs across from the elders were three Amazons: an older warrior, a young warrior, and a small girl.

"My daughter is accused of murder.  I cannot sit in judgement in this matter."  Queen Xandra stated bluntly.  "Lillian, you are the eldest.  By tribal law, you are the chairwoman."

The queen and the countess sat in chairs.  This lowly male slave knelt beside the countess.  The elder with coal-black hair stood and spoke.

"Princess Shandra is seriously injured.  She will recover soon, but this matter needs to be resolved quickly."  She turned to the middle-aged warrior across the table.  "Princess Rachel, what have you to say?"

"My daughter Lucretia was very bitter and very ambitious."  She glanced at her daughters.  "I do not know what happened.  But, Princess Ingrid claims that she saw everything."

Lillian looked at the young girl.  "Princess Ingrid, can you tell me what happened?"

"We were walking near the waterfall."  The little girl began her story.  "The princess and that slave jumped out of the bushes.  The slave grabbed Lucretia from behind and Princess Shandra stabbed her.  I ran away while they were beating on my sister."  The little girl began crying hysterically.

Lillian looked at the young warrior.  "Princess Olga, did you see anything?"

"I was at home.  If I had been there, they would never have murdered my sister."  The young warrior vowed in a furious tone.

"Your Highness, we normally would not allow a slave to speak before the council.  Since this slave is accused of assisting your daughter, he is also being accused of murder.  He may speak in his own defense."  Lillian looked at this lowly male slave.

This lowly male slave was very frightened.  He was accused of murder.  He humbly crawled on his knees before the elders.  His hands were folded behind his back.  He glanced at the queen who nodded for him to continue.  He glanced at His Beautiful Loving Countess who smiled at him in encouragement.

"Your honor, may this lowly male slave speak?"  He queried of the chairwoman.  She nodded.  "Your honor, this lowly male slave was bound with his hands clasped behind his back and his feet hobbled.  The princess had led him by a chain attached to his collar.  They had walked about an hour and stopped beside the waterfall.  This slave was kneeling beside the princess.  We heard something in the bushes.  The princess was unarmed, so she decided to return to the village.  As she led this slave to the path, Lucretia jumped in front of her.  Lucretia called the princess a bad name.  The princess called Lucretia another bad name.  Lucretia pulled her knife and lunged at the princess.  The knife cut her arm.  Lucretia fell.  They wrestled on the ground, then got to their feet.  Lucretia charged at the princess.  Princess Shandra kicked her hand and the knife fell to the ground.  The princess jumped on Lucretia and jabbed her in the face.  She must have hit her under the nose.  Lucretia immediately went limp and blood spurted from her nose.  The princess waited for Lucretia to fight back.  When she didn't, the princess felt her neck and said she was dead."

"He's lying!"  Princess Olga screamed.  "He murdered my sister.  He's just a slave.  You can't believe his story."

"Be quiet!"  Lillian scolded the warrior.  She turned to this trembling slave.  "How did you get free of your bonds?"

"The princess was bleeding badly.  She didn't want to unclasp this slave's hands and feet.  But, he convinced her she would not make it back to the village without his help.  She released him."

Lillian looked at Queen Xandra.  "Did the princess have her knife when she was brought to the village?"

"She was unarmed when she left this morning.  She was unarmed when she was carried back."  The queen answered without emotion.

Lillian looked at another elder.  "What did you find at the scene?"

An elder with red hair spoke.  "We found Lucretia's knife about fifteen feet from her body.  There were no other weapons.  The clasp from the slave's wrist cuffs, and his hobble chain were laying near the trail."

Lillian continued to look at her cohort.  "What wounds did Lucretia have?"

"Her right hand was bruised and scratched.  Her nose was broken.  It appears here cartilage was driven into her brain by a palm to the nose."

Lillian looked angry.  She breathed deeply several times to regain her composure.  She turned to the little girl.  "Princess Ingrid, did your sister have her knife?"

"I don't know."  The little girl said nervously.

"Did she fight back?"

"No, they surprised her.  She was killed before she could fight."  The little girl answered.  She stared at her older sister as she spoke.

"Princess Ingrid, your story doesn't agree with the facts."  Lillian spoke softly to the girl.  "You know it is a very serious crime to lie to the council?"

The girl started to cry.

"Lillian!  How dare you accuse my daughter of lying?"  Princess Rachel exclaimed in disgust.

"Olga told me to lie."  The little girl sobbed as tears cascaded down her face.  "She said mommy would become queen if I lied."

Princess Rachel jumped from her chair.  She grabbed Princess Olga by the hair and yanked her to her feet.  "You stupid bitch!  You're as dumb as your idiot sister."  She jerked her daughter's hair and flung her to the ground before the elders.  "Now I have two daughters that have disgraced me."  She wrapped her arms around her little girl.  She hugged her and cried as she tried to comfort the youngster.

Lillian cleared her throat.  "Princess Rachel, the facts at the scene support the slave's story.  Everyone knows Lucretia was trying to start a rebellion.  Princess Ingrid's story is filled with holes.  The council will discuss the situation.  Until we reach our decision I have to arrest Princess Olga for perjury."

Four royal guards marched from the doorway and surrounded the young warrior.  She offered no resistance.  One guard helped her to her feet.  Her arms were pulled behind her back and enclosed in handcuffs.

Queen Xandra stood and headed for the door.  The countess followed her with this lowly male slave close behind her.  Half way to the door, Princess Rachel caught up with the queen.

"Your Highness, I'm so sorry.  I knew nothing of this plot."  She gasped as tears ran down her cheeks.  "Lucretia has disgraced me before the whole tribe.  Olga has accused two innocent people of murder.  I'm so embarrassed.  I'm so sorry."

Queen Xandra leaned forward and kissed Princess Ingrid on the forehead.  She hugged Princess Rachel.  "You are my sister, and a dear friend.  I know you had nothing to do with this."

The group headed out of the hut and toward the royal hut.  The queen and Princess Rachel stepped to the bed.  Queen Xandra examined the wound.  Lady Nicole had recently changed the bandage.  The salve was already speeding the healing process.

Princess Rachel fell to her knees and clutched Princess Shandra by her right hand.  "Please forgive me sweetie!  I had no idea that Lucretia was this crazy."  She began to bawl hysterically.

Countess Cathryn was now holding Princess Ingrid.  The kind mistress spoke soothing words to the child.  The youngster had stopped crying and was forcing a little smile.

"Your Highness."  A guard was standing in the doorway.  "The council is ready to announce its decision."

Queen Xandra reached for Princess Rachel's hand.  The queen walked hand-in-hand with her younger sister.  Princess Xola and Countess Cathryn walked behind them.  This lowly male slave took his rightful place behind them.  Princess Ingrid was left behind with Lady Nicole and Leesha.

The amphitheater was packed by the entire tribe.  The three elders stood at the bottom in front of the bondage frame.  Lillian stood slightly ahead of the others.  Princess Olga was standing before her with her hands cuffed behind her back and guards on either side.  The queen led her group to the elders.

"The Council of Elders has heard the evidence and has reached our decision."  The entire assembly fell deafly quiet.  "The evidence shows that Lucretia was attempting to start a rebellion.  The evidence indicates that Princess Shandra was unarmed, and that her slave was properly restrained.  The evidence also shows that Lucretia attacked the princess, who in turn killed her in self-defense.  Princess Shandra is innocent.  The slave drew is also innocent."

The crowd cheered the verdict.  Lillian tried desperately to silence them.  The roar finally subsided.

"During the investigation, Princess Ingrid lied to the council.  We have decided that she is too young to know that she did wrong.  She will not be judged."  Then Lillian turned toward Princess Olga.  "It was also discovered that Princess Olga was conspiring to overthrow Queen Xandra."  The crowd gasped in disbelief.  "The council has decided that she is guilty of treason."  

The crowd began to buzz with chatter.  Princess Olga collapsed to the ground in horror.  Princess Rachel began hysterically screaming.  Queen Xandra hugged her sister.  The queen approached Lillian.  They argued in a heated discussion for several minutes.  The assembly stared in disbelief.

Lillian stepped forward.  "The council, having found Princess Olga guilty of treason against the queen and the tribe, recommends to the queen that Princess Olga receive the prescribed punishment."  A gasp rose from the assembly.  "That penalty is forty lashes on the back, followed by a public hanging until death."

Countess Cathryn was attempting to console the queen's sister.  Princess Rachel was uncontrollably crying and babbling incoherently.  Princess Xola joined in the efforts to comfort her aunt.  Queen Xandra stepped before the assembly.  The crowd instantly became quiet.

"My fellow warriors, this has been a terrible day for our tribe."  The queen stood tall and spoke in an authoritative voice.  "My niece princess Lucretia has caused this terrible situation.  She is now dead.  I loved her as my own daughter.  I gave her many gifts.  She returned my favors by nearly killing my daughter.  Her reward is just and deserved."  The queen walked to Princess Olga and pulled the stunned warrior to her feet.  "My niece Princess Olga has also been like a daughter to me.  My daughters think of her as a sister.  She has schemed to have my daughter killed.  She has schemed to rob my friend of her slave.  She has disgraced her mother.  She has greatly injured the peace of the village."  The queen spun the warrior around and grabbed her jaws.  She presented her distorted face to the assembly.  "The death of one loved one is too much.  The injuries to my daughter are more grief than this village deserves.  Another death would serve no justice.  It would only cause more grief and more division."

The crowd murmured loudly.  The queen could not regain control of the assembly.  Minutes passed before the noise abated.

"The crimes Princess Olga has committed are very serious.  The circumstances under which she committed them were very difficult.  She must be punished for her offenses, but she will not die."  The crowd briefly buzzed with discussion.  The queen held her hand high.  "She will be chained in the cave for thirty days.  She will be punished daily for her crimes.  After thirty days, she will be allowed to return to the tribe.  If she ever betrays the tribe again, she will be executed promptly."

The queen turned to Lillian and said something.  The crowd was roaring.  "Long live Queen Xandra!"  The chant began.  "Long live Princess Shandra!"  The second line resounded.  The assembly alternated the chants as Queen Xandra led a procession from the arena.  The queen walked once more hand-in-hand with her sister.  The Council of Elders followed the queen.  Princess Xola and Countess Cathryn fell in line with this lowly male slave behind his mistress.  The final group in the procession was Princess Olga flanked by four royal guards.

The group walked to the cave.  Princess Olga was escorted to a set of manacles on the wall of the giant chamber.  Her hands were pulled above her head and fastened inside the metal cuffs.  Her legs were spread and her ankles engulfed by the lower pair of iron cuffs.  She stood in the standing-spread-eagle with a dazed look in her eyes.  It was a familiar look, one that this lowly male slave had practiced many times.

Queen Xandra stood before her errant niece.  "You have caused me additional grief.  Despite your terrible scheme, I have spared your life.  I have even spared you the horrible pain and terrible scarring of a public whipping.  Because of your sister, my daughter lies injured.  She will be scarred for the rest of her life.  Her injured arm will always be weaker than the other one.  But, she will live and be a great queen of our people."

"You have caused me great pain by your betrayal.  You would have finished your sister's scheme.  You would have taken my daughter from me.  It is through my love for your mother that I spare your wretched life.  It is through my love for her that I spare your vile flesh from the whip.  But, it is my love for you that leads me to redeem your soul.  Your punishments will be for your edification, not my revenge.  If you learn from these days, you may some day regain my respect."

The imprisoned warrior never offered to speak.  Her eyes showed of remorse.  Her gaze was one of contrition.  She reacted as a slave, failing to speak for fear of retaliation.  She bowed her head, her golden hair hanging over her quivering shoulders.

"Thank you, Your Highness.  I am so sorry I have failed you.  Your mercy is greater than this filthy traitor could ever deserve."  The frightened niece finally gasped.

"If I believed you were a traitor, you would be dead by now."  The beautiful queen whispered softly.  "You are a brave warrior.  You may some day be a leader of the people.  You are my flesh and blood.  I love you, my daughter."

Queen Xandra turned and headed out of the cave.  Two royal guards remained behind.  The other two herded the mass of bodies out of the cave.  Only Countess Cathryn and this lowly male slave remained in the chamber with the guards and the prisoner.

"Your aunt has asked me to supervise your rehabilitation.  Your foolishness almost cost me a dear friend and a valuable slave.  A lesser woman would want you to suffer greatly for your trouble.  But, women of lofty position must rise above petty revenge.  I am a countess.  I have great wealth and prestige.  You are a princess.  You too have great responsibilities.  I have had to correct your cousin to train her in proper behavior.  So, I will begin your training."

"Your sister's attack as left the princess unconscious.  Until she awakens, you will be in a similar state."

One guard brought a tray with the leather hood and several accessories.  The hood was slipped over the errant warrior's head.  The laces were pulled tight; making the hood fit snuggly around her head.  The blindfold was buckled into place.  A large ball gag was forced into her mouth.  The straps were buckled behind her head.  The wretched creature stood stretched against the wall.  Her eyes were covered.  Her mouth was stuffed.  Her ears were covered by the hood.  She could not see or speak.  She could only hear muffled sounds.  Within minutes, her head would be soaked in sweat from the suffocating leather.

"Drew, she almost cost you your life."  His Beautiful Loving Countess said to this lowly male slave.  "Would you like to help punish her?"

"Countess Cathryn, this lowly male slave is lower than any woman, even a traitor.  He could never harm her unless he was protecting you."

"Damn it!"  His Beautiful Loving Countess exclaimed.  "Do you always have to give the perfect fucking answer to every question?"

"This lowly male slave often gives the wrong answer, but he tries to please his mistresses at all times."

"I order you to suggest a very painful, unbearable torture."  The exasperated redhead commanded.

"Countess, your slave has had many tortures that are unbearable.  She is already gagged, the tongue press appears out of the question.  Nipple clamps can be very frustrating.  Is there a female version of the ball press?"

"We could use labia clips or a clit clip."  The countess replied.

"This lowly male slave has always hated the drug patch that prevents orgasms.  Is there a female patch?"

"Actually, the same patch works on either sex."  She answered.  "So, you will start with very stiff, sharp nipple clips."

"Please no!"  This lowly male slave pleaded.

"Would my little disobedient slave like to hang beside her and share every punishment she receives?"  She asked with a wicked smile.

"If that would please his Countess, this lowly male slave will humbly honor her wish."

"What would please your Countess is for you to torture this little slut!" 

"Yes mistress."  This lowly male slave quipped in a defeated tone.  "Mistress?"  He asked for her attention.  "This lowly male slave has an idea."

"Yes?"  She asked suspiciously.

"What is the most insulting, debasing thing an Amazon can suffer?"  He asked rhetorically.  A smile erupted on his mistress' face as she pondered the conclusion.  "Sucking a male slave's cock?  Being raped by a male slave?"

"Maybe tomorrow.  I'll make her eat out Leesha.  Then make her suck you off.  Then you can fuck her until you drop."  The Countess chuckled.  "Now, put a clip on her!"

The guard had brought a tray of clips to the Countess.  This lowly male slave looked through the clips.  He found a chained pair of nipple clips with sharp teeth and a stiff spring.  He opened the first clip and began teasing the prisoner's left nipple with his fingers.  As soon as she was hard, he pulled the nipple outward and snapped the clip on the tender nub.  

The scream she emitted could be heard through the huge ball gag.  Her body thrashed against the wall, yanking the four manacles that encased her limbs.  Her violent protest lasted several seconds.  The pain began to ease and her violent struggle ceased.  This lowly male slave knew the pain she was suffering.  The clip initially bites the tender nipple with sharp pain.  Then a burning sensation begins to grow steadily.  Soon, the pain becomes a dull throb that lasts until the clip is removed.  She was just easing into that dull, mind-numbing throb.  The worst pain would come after the clip was removed.

This lowly male slave waited until he thought her nipple had become numb.  He now took the matching clip and let it snap viciously onto her right nipple.  Her scream was incredibly audible through the huge gag.  Her body trembled in agony.  This slave knew she was probably crying under the hood.

Her body soon stopped fighting the clip.  He knew she was in constant, nerve-shattering pain.  He reached out and grabbed the chain that joined the two clips.  He gently tugged downward.  Her hands and feet pulled forcefully at the manacles.  He reached to the tray and retrieved a medium-sized weight.  He clipped it onto the chain, pulling her nipples downward.  Small droplets of blood began to ooze from her tender flesh. 

This lowly male slave looked to his mistress for help.  He was a slave.  He had no idea what a clit clip looked like.  She pointed to a small flat-edged clip with a small bell dangling from a six-inch long chain.  He grabbed the clip and knelt between the trembling legs of the tormented warrior.  He spread her labia and gazed at her gorgeous pussy.  He used his well-trained tongue to tease her clit.  The tiny organ quickly filled with blood.  It protruded from her vulva as it swelled.  He felt the tiny pee hole grow against his tongue.  The heat of her arousal was quickly joined by a gush of his favorite liquid, pussy juice.  He had her on the verge of an orgasm.  He pulled his tongue away and released the stiff clip on the fiery, puffy clit.  Her body shuddered as the pain of the clip threw her over the edge.  It seemed that her orgasm shook her body for an eternity.

Her orgasm gradually subsided.  Her legs began to wiggle as she squirmed under the pressure of the clip in her most sensitive spot.  He stepped back and watched her struggle with her feelings.  He knew the struggle very well.  The painful throb in the nipples and the arousing torment between the legs were driving her crazy.  The frustration of intense arousal without release caused every inch of her body to tingle with ecstasy.  She soon would be filled with fitful lust.  The feelings were heavenly, but the resulting denial was pure hell.

"I don't think a patch will be necessary.  The clips are causing her more than enough trouble."  The Countess volunteered.  

"Countess?  Should we leave like this all night?"  This lowly male slave asked with concern for the prisoner's health.

"She'll be fine.  She's an Amazon.  I'd never leave a normal person like this."  She turned to the guards.  "Don't touch her unless she's in trouble." 

His Beautiful Loving Countess headed out of the cave.  This lowly male slave followed closely behind her.  They entered the royal hut and checked on Princess Shandra.  Extra mats were on the floor.  Princess Rachel was staying the night, as were The Countess and Lady Nicole.  Leesha and this lowly male slave also were instructed to sleep in the crowded hut.




Chapter 9 - Good Morning Sunshine


The bright light beamed through the doorway on Wednesday morning.  This lowly male slave awoke.  For the first time in days, he was not stiff and sore.  For the first time in three days, he was not bound.  He raised to one elbow and glanced at the large bed where His Kind and Gracious Princess lay convalescing.  He climbed to his feet and softly crept to the bed.  Queen Xandra was sitting cock-eyed in a chair beside her wounded daughter.  Princess Rachel slept in a similar position in a chair on the other side of the bed.  The queen opened her bloodshot eyes as she heard the slave approach.  A faint smile pursed her lips.  She rearranged her body in the chair and observed.

This lowly male slave gently kissed His Kind and Gracious Princess on her forehead.  She felt unusually warm, mildly feverish.  Her breathing was normal.  Her color had returned to a nearly normal shade.  She moaned softly and began to move her dry tongue across her parched lips.  This happy slave grabbed a cloth and dipped it in cool water.  He set it against her lips.  He smiled as she weakly sucked liquid refreshment from the cloth.  He left the cloth against her lips.  He grabbed another cloth and wiped the sleepy grit from her eyes.  He wiped her beautiful forehead with the cool cloth.  Her eyelids began to open.  He pulled the cloths from her face.  He gazed into her beautiful sky blue eyes.  A strained smile forced across her lips.

"Good morning beautiful."  This lowly male slave whispered softly in her ear.  "A lot of people will be glad to see you're still alive."

A faint chuckle came from the chair beside him.  Queen Xandra was curiously studying this incredibly relieved slave.

"What the fuck are you doing hovering over me?"  The princess growled in a very weak voice.

"Nice to see you too, Your Highness."  This lowly male slave whispered softly.

She started to rise, but collapsed onto the bed.  She grimaced in pain.  She turned her head to view her injured arm.  The bandages had become soaked by seepage overnight.  She frowned as she realized her condition.

"It wasn't a bad dream?"  She asked dejectedly.

"It was a nightmare, but it wasn't a dream."  He answered.  "You need to rest for awhile.  This pathetic little pussy boy knows a little cut won't keep His Kind and Gracious Princess down for long."

"You keep up the cute remarks, and I'll climb out of this bed and torture your pathetic little ass!"  She growled as a gleam filled her eyes.

"Is that a promise Your Highness?"  The playful slave quipped.

"Okay drew," Queen Xandra cautioned.  "Unless you want to wind up in the cave beside Princess Olga, I suggest you back off."

"Your Highness, if she is strong enough to take him there, this lowly male slave will gladly endure anything she can offer."

"I suppose you would."  The queen chuckled in a knowing manner.

Leesha approached the bed with a cup of broth.  She sat it down on a table.  She looked at Queen Xandra.  "Leesha change bandage now?"  She asked in her fragmented vocabulary.  The queen nodded.  The petite slave scurried to the basket of bandages.  She returned with a fresh bandage and the small pot of salve.  She gently removed the bandage from the wound.  Despite her efforts, the dried blood in the wound stuck to the fabric.

"Ouch!"  The princess screeched, trying to control her reactions.  She turned her head and studied the wound.  She tried to move the arm and could not.  She wiggled her fingers.  All five of them moved.  She lifted her head and frowned.  "Oh fuck!  It's pretty bad.  Isn't it?"

"It will heal dear."  The queen whispered in her ear.  "It may be stiff, but you'll be fine."

"Is Lucretia really dead?"  The princess asked.

"Yes, dear.  Your karate training saved your life."  The queen reassured her.

"What about Olga?  Is she in the cave?"  Princess Shandra asked in disbelief.

"Lucretia had her brainwashed.  Olga had Ingrid tell a story to get you and drew executed."  Her mother glossed over the details.  "The council recommended she be hanged.  I ordered one month of rehabilitation in the cave.  Countess Cathryn is assisting pussy boy in administering her punishment."

"This little pervert is torturing MY cousin?"  Princess Shandra asked sarcastically.  "What's he doing, boring her to repentance with his mindless babbling?"

"If you are strong enough, I'll take you to the cave to observe."  The queen offered.  "You might find out just how devious his warped little mind can be."

"I can hardly wait."  His Kind and Gracious Princess hissed sarcastically.

"Right now, you need to eat."  The queen motioned to Leesha to bring the soup.

The lovely little slave fed the princess the soup.  She tenderly cared for the wounded warrior like a mother caring for a sick child.  Princess Shandra accepted her doting with uncharacteristic appreciation.  When the cup of soup was empty, Leesha used a clean cloth and wiped her patient's mouth.

By the time the princess had finished her breakfast, everyone was awake and getting dressed.  They all crowded around the bed and wished the princess a speedy recovery.  Her wound had a clean bandage.  Her stomach had its fill of food.  Her strength quickly returned to her.

"Mom, can I go to the cave?"  Princess Shandra asked the queen.

"You seem strong enough.  You need a sling on your arm."  She turned to instruct Leesha.  

The petite slave was already folding a large piece of cloth.  She turned to the princess and helped her into a sitting position.  She tenderly placed the wounded arm in the cloth and tied it behind the princess' neck.  She scurried around the bed and assisted the blonde Amazon to her feet.

Everyone headed to the bath hut.  For the first time, this lowly male slave was unbound and bathed himself.  Leesha helped Princess Shandra clean herself.  Queen Xandra had given very strict instructions that the wound must stay dry.  

Everyone eventually returned to the royal hut.  Countess Cathryn was wearing a pair of Khaki shorts, a dark green halter, and her white athletic shoes.  Lady Nicole had opted for the casual native attire.  She was stunning in the rawhide halter, loincloth, and sandals.  The Amazons were dressed in their standard outfits.  The four female slaves were completely naked.  This lowly male slave wore his four cuffs and his collar.

The group followed Queen Xandra out of the hut.  The queen, Princess Rachel, Countess Cathryn, and Lady Nicole walked behind three royal guards.  Princess Shandra and Princess Xola walked with their young cousin, Princess Ingrid.  The four naked female slaves followed the ladies.  This lowly male slave once more took his rightful position, behind every female.  

As the group reached the cave, the three royal guards stopped at the entrance.  They were joined by the two guards that had spent the night at the entrance.  The entourage continued into the great chamber.  The two guards on duty quickly answered questions from Countess Cathryn.  Then, the guards left the chamber.

This lowly male slave watched little Princess Ingrid.  The eight-year-old was remarkably calm.  Her sister was manacled to the cave wall in a standing-spread-eagle.  Her head was shrouded by the tight-fitting leather hood.  Her nipples were swollen and purple from the jagged clips.  The prisoner moaned in ecstatic frustration from the clit clip that tortured her womanhood.  The young girl seemed satisfied that her sister was alive.

"Drew, check on your prisoner."  Countess Cathryn instructed.

This lowly male slave stepped to the shackled Amazon.  She had fallen into a fitful sleep as she drooped in the manacles.  Her wrists were bearing all of her weight.  She heard a muffled commotion, and slowly gathered her feet beneath her.  She could not see through her leather blindfold, but she knew someone was near her.  He gently traced circles around her tortured tits.  At the first touch, she jerked in shock, then gasped from beneath the ball gag.  Goose bumps erupted on her cool skin.  This hesitant male slave knelt before her.  Her inner thighs were stained with long streaks of dried pussy juice.  The torturous sensations of the three clips had kept her aroused for hours.  His hand slowly brushed her pubis.  The sparse golden hair was matted with dried secretions.

Uncertain of his privileges, this skeptical male slave turned to His Beautiful Loving Countess.  She smiled in reassurance.  He turned to his subject.  He gently removed the sharp-toothed clip from her left nipple.  He heard a relieved sigh through her over-stuffed mouth.  He knew she would soon wish for that relief again.  The blood rushed to the freed nipple.  The purplish color gradually turned a fierce red.  A small trickle of blood oozed from one of the tooth marks.  It quickly stopped, and the tiny stream dried on her creamy flesh.  He could feel the sensations in his own breasts.  He saw her begin to squirm.  Her hands twisted inside the iron rings.  Her shoulders twisted and her belly gyrated.  Her nipple felt like it was on fire.  It burned.  It tingled.  It was maddening.  He had felt the torment many times.  He knew the poor prisoner was half-crazed with torment and lust.

Two or three minutes passed.  The exhausted warrior had ceased her struggle.  The sensations in her breast had diminished to an irritating throb.  This excited male slave gently took her breast in his hand.  He licked the dried blood from the delicious orb.  His prisoner shuddered under the touch of his tongue.  He took her swollen nipple into his mouth and sucked gently.  Through the enormous ball gag, her pleas were only garbled sounds.  He knew the sound he heard.  She was begging for more.

This very aroused male slave reached his right hand to her groin.  Her golden hair was drenched in sensual secretions.  His finger traced the path of her swollen labia.  Her body writhed in frustration.  He removed his hand and sucked her juices from his finger.  He savored the taste as she squirmed in lustful need.

His hand moved to her right breast.  He slowly traced across the teeth that bit viciously into her sensitive mound.  He knew her lust was intolerable.  He knew she was desperately in need of relief.  He knew she was helpless in her bonds.  He knew her feelings all too well.  He placed his tongue on her breast and licked the dried blood from the mammoth breast.  He relished the shiver that coursed the length of his victim.  His hand released the alligator teeth from her right nipple.

Her body tensed as she anticipated the torment that was sure to attack her defenseless chest.  Her bravest attempts failed under the relentless siege of her frazzled nerve-endings.  She trembled in her shackles as the burning tingles ravaged her delicate nub.  Her moans faintly escaped the confines of the enormous ball in her mouth.  Her legs squirmed in desperate attempts to escape her agony.  Having lost her valiant battle, her knees collapsed, and she hung by her wrists.

This invigorated male slave had never felt the power of domination.  He was unsure of the level he could attain.  He only knew he was more aroused than he could ever remember, and he could remember many very intense moments.  He let his captive rest for several minutes.  He wanted her to battle much longer.  He knew from personal experience that his patience would greatly intensify her ultimate pleasure.  He could barely control his desires to torment her.

The frustrated blonde finally found strength in her legs.  She stood tall and defiant.  Her arms were stretched by the manacles encircling her wrists.  Her legs were spread far apart by the manacles on her ankles.  Her head was no doubt drenched in sweat from being smothered in the leather hood for many hours.  She was blindfolded, preventing any visual awareness.  Her ears were covered, allowing only muffled sounds to reach her senses.  The huge ball in her mouth was causing her jaws to ache.  She could barely swallow.  She could only utter faint, mumbled noises.  The bondage was difficult for her Amazon pride to endure.  The dull tingling in her nipples was driving her insane.  She wanted so much to rub the sore, swollen nipples.  She wished her captor would kiss them and suckle them.

The longer she stood, the longer he knew she would have to ponder her frustration.  This excited male slave knew that all of her other bondage paled in significance to the cruel clip that crushed her crimson clitoris.  Her little pee hole was swollen and very red.  It had to hurt.  It must be throbbing from the flat blades that mercilessly squeezed it.  It had to be driving her to a lustful frenzy.  If only she realized the agony that it was about to inflict on her very soul.  

This lowly male slave knew the feelings.  He knew the sensations.  He knew the pain.  He knew the ecstasy.  He had experienced this very predicament many times in the past months.  He could only assume that her clit was as sensitive as his balls.  He brushed his finger lightly through her luscious labia.  His fingertip lightly teased her flooded vulva.  He knew she was in desperate need of release.  He knew it would take very little to push her over the edge.  He knew he was not ready to free her from the torment.

His finger roughly bumped the clit clip.  Even through the gag, her moan of ecstasy was easily audible to the gallery of Amazons and slaves that watched his every move.  Her legs squirmed.  She desperately tried to rub her legs together.  She needed to escape the pain.  She needed to release her frustration.  She thrust her hips at her tormentor.  She pleaded with her body for someone to set her free.

This highly aroused male slave wondered if she knew her tormentor was a man.  An Amazon warrior would nearly die from disgust at being dominated by a man.  But, that was the reason for his appointment.  She was to be humiliated.  She was to be humbled.

Her body was on the verge of an orgasmic eruption.  He wondered if removing the clip would set her off.  He wondered if the torment would make her even more aroused.  He only knew one way to answer his questions.  He squeezed the clip and pulled it gently from her hot, dripping pussy.  He watched her intently as he licked her juices from the warm metal clip.  She tasted heavenly.

Her body quivered in lust.  The blood was now flowing into the tortured flesh.  He knew she was feeling both pain and pleasure.  He could see her hips gyrating in desperate attempts to relieve the pain.  Her legs pulled at the chains as she struggled to bring her thighs together.  He knew her thoughts.  She wanted to cum!

He let her struggle for a few minutes.  He knew the tingling in her loins would last much longer.  He wanted her to experience the ultimate frustration.  He wanted her to be tested to the limit.  There was nothing she could do to ease her suffering.  He knew she thought she could stand no more.  He knew she could take more.  He knew she would take whatever he forced her to endure.  She only had three means of relief.  She could faint.  She could go insane.  Or, more than likely, she would endure his torment until he let her have relief.

He knelt between her legs.  His hands gently spread her pouting pussy lips.  He moved his face very near her womanhood.  He reached his tongue toward her.  He made one very quick circle around her clit.  He heard her gasp.  He felt her tense.  He knew what she wanted.  He sucked her clit into his mouth and gently bit the swollen nub.

The muscular young Amazon jerked against her chains.  Her entire body straightened.  Her body quaked uncontrollably.  Her over-stuffed mouth uttered mumbled groans of ecstasy.  Her pussy convulsed in orgasmic tremors.  Her womanly secretions dripped onto his face.  She had been slowly teased for more than sixteen hours.  She had been driven to the edge of insanity.  She had nearly fainted from frustration.  Allowed to release her passions, she exploded into the most intense, violent orgasm this proud male slave had ever witnessed.  He flicked his tongue playfully against her hot organ.  A secondary wave of pleasure enveloped her trembling torso.  He flicked again.  One more wave tantalizingly traveled through her.

This lowly male slave backed away and watched with delight.  His captive shuddered and quaked for some time.  He heard her stifled screams of pleasure.  He saw her body humping the air searching for something to fuck.  He saw the thick juices dribbling down her quivering thighs.  He watched her body slowly relax as the decrescendo of her climax finally reached its wonderful end.  Her knees buckled and she hung by her wrists.  Her chest heaved in huge gasps for air.  Her body lightly trembled in post-orgasmic pleasure.  

He watched in fascination as he let the pathetic prisoner enjoy a brief respite from the torment that she was destined to endure.  He climbed to his feet.  He stepped to her.  He unbuckled one of the earflaps and lifted it from her ear.  He knew the shock of the cold, damp cave air against her feverish flesh.

"You have some visitors."  He whispered in her ear.

Her hot, sweaty flesh was flushed from her erotic frenzy.  At his words, it grew a deeper red.  Was she angry that a man had done these things to her?  Was she embarrassed that other warriors had witnessed her torment?  He did not care.  He enjoyed the moment.

"Your gag will be removed soon.  You are not allowed to speak.  If you utter one noise, your tongue will be in a press."  He spoke very softly.  His voice was gentle, but stern.  Her body relaxed.  "Do you understand these instructions?"  He asked.

She nodded her head.  He reached behind her head and unbuckled the gag.  He pulled the straps forward.  He grabbed the ball and tried to pull it out.  Her jaws had locked in place.  He used his left hand and pinched her jaws.  Her mouth opened a small bit more.  He yanked the ball from her with a loud pop.

She groaned in pain.  Her jaws had been spread to their limits for a very long time.  She could not close her lips.  Her mouth hung open as drool streamed down her chin and onto her large breasts.  This stunned male slave began to massage her jaws.  He had worried that she had been left so long.  He only hoped His Beautiful Loving Countess had not erred in judgement.

"You will get a drink soon.  Do not speak."  He informed her as his fingers feverishly worked on her paralyzed jaws.  

Her mouth began to move on its own power.  He released her jaws and allowed her to move them about.  Leesha stepped to him with a tray.  She lifted a cup to him.  He nodded his head toward the prisoner.  Leesha tipped the cup to the lips of the bound beauty.  Princess Olga sipped the nectar greedily.  Several streams of liquid dribbled down her chin and onto her breasts.  She ingested the entire cup.  Leesha moved away.

"Remember, no talking!"  This nervous male slave cautioned his victim.  He began to unlace the hood.  He knew he was going to see a very sweaty, very hot young woman.  He pulled the hood from her head.  Her sweat-soaked blonde hair fell in damp strings over her shoulders.  Her entire face was very red and covered in droplets of perspiration.  This empathetic male slave knew the humiliation she was enduring.  He leaned forward and kissed her forcefully on the mouth.  He probed his tongue deep into her weary mouth.  He broke the kiss.  He pulled his face a few inches from hers.  She started to curse at him.  She saw his finger on his lips.  She remembered her instructions.  She realized her helpless situation.  She sighed in resigned contempt.  She let her head droop.

He smiled at the exhausted woman and said, "Good morning, sunshine!" 




Chapter 10 - Driven to Repentance


This lowly male slave turned and walked to His Beautiful Loving Countess.  "Can this lowly male slave let her have a bath?"

Countess Cathryn glanced at Queen Xandra for guidance.  Princess Rachel, the mother of the tortured prisoner, spoke before the queen could say a word.

"I think she should wait until she apologizes to Princess Shandra."  The stern, unemotional mother suggested.

Queen Xandra nodded without uttering a word.  Countess Cathryn nodded her head toward the beautiful, wounded princess.  This lowly male slave approached the injured beauty.

"Your Highness, this lowly male slave would like to offer you a chance to speak with his prisoner."

"In the name of Freyja!  You surprise me.  You could be a master with scenes like that one."  The blonde beauty gasped.  "I'm not sure you really are a slave."

"Your Highness, this lowly male slave was acting under orders from His Beautiful Loving Countess."  He offered in defense.

She shook her head and walked toward her cousin.  She stopped in front of her and gazed up and down her trembling, sweat-drenched body.  Her right hand raised slowly and gently brushed the flushed, pink cheek of the prisoner.

"Olga, I cannot believe you would do such a thing."  A tear formed in the eye of the fierce warrior-princess.  "You are my cousin.  You are my own flesh and blood.  How could you do this to me?"

The terrified prisoner looked at this lowly male slave.  She was under strict orders not to speak.  She feared the consequences of disobedience.  This lowly male slave nodded his permission.

"Oh, Shan!"  The horrified cousin blurted.  "I'm so sorry.  I had no idea Lucretia was planning to kill you.  I was so upset at her death, I just couldn't think straight."  Huge tears were cascading down her rosy cheeks.  Her chest heaved in giant sobs.  Her voice quivered.  "I'm so sorry.  I'm such a stupid fool."

Princess Shandra stroked the soaked, stringy hair of her mortified cousin.  She leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek.  "Lucretia was so evil.  I can see how she persuaded you.  I forgive you."

Princess Shandra turned and walked to her mother.  "She's not a traitor.  She's an innocent pawn.  Please don't do this to her.  Please let her go."

"Absolutely not!"  Princess Rachel interjected before the queen could respond.  "She committed a very serious crime.  She is lucky to be alive.  She must serve her sentence."  

As she shouted her final words, Princess Rachel turned and put her head on the shoulder of her sister.  She collapsed against Queen Xandra as she began to bawl hysterically.  One daughter was dead.  One daughter was imprisoned.  Her niece was seriously injured.  Her sister was placed in a terrible position.  Her reputation was blackened among the tribe.  She had been a tower of strength for the first day.  Now, she collapsed in emotional exhaustion.

Queen Xandra looked at her daughter.  "Her crimes bordered on treason.  You and drew could have been executed if her trick had worked."  She gently hugged her daughter, taking care not to hurt her injured arm.  "I know her heart.  I know she was duped.  But, I cannot let her escape without punishment.  The council wanted her whipped and hanged.  I risked my throne, and yours, to make her punishment light.  She will be chained here for one month.  That is extremely generous in light of her offense."

Princess Shandra turned in anger.  She walked to Princess Ingrid and Princess Xola.  She reached her healthy right hand to Princess Ingrid.  The three princesses left the cave without another word.  Queen Xandra nodded at Countess Cathryn and Lady Nicole.  Lady Nicole headed out of the cave to calm the royal siblings.  Countess Cathryn gathered the four female slaves.  Queen Xandra lifted her sister to her feet and gently comforted her as they left the cave.

Countess Cathryn was softly instructing the four lovely bronze-skinned slaves.  This bewildered male slave stood in the center of the chamber.  He could not believe the emotional exchanges he had witnessed in the past twenty-four hours.  Lucretia and Princess Shandra held deep-seeded hatred for each other.  Princess Shandra and Princess Xola both appeared angry that Princess Olga was being punished.  Princess Ingrid seemed worried, but was too young to understand what was happening.  Princess Olga truly appeared remorseful.  She had acted out of shock, not disloyalty.  Princess Rachel was an emotional wreck.  Queen Xandra stood tall and full of wisdom, placing herself above the turmoil.

Countess Cathryn approached her slave.  The four female slaves were scurrying about preparing to bathe the prisoner.  His Beautiful Loving Countess placed her arm around the shoulder of her confused slave.

"Would the prisoner's master care to bathe his slut?"  Countess Cathryn asked in a voice loud enough to degrade the bound prisoner.  "Or, would he prefer that his slaves wash her filthy, vile carcass?"

"Countess Cathryn, your lowly male slave would like to discuss this whole affair."  His voice was soft to prevent others from hearing.

"Order the slaves to wash her, and we can talk."  She offered in a whisper.

"Let the filthy prisoner be bathed by the slaves."  This lowly male slave proclaimed loudly for the benefit of the prisoner.

Leesha walked with the other slaves to the prisoner.  Leesha cautiously released the ankles of the semi-conscious captive.  She wrapped ankle cuffs around the weak legs.  She buckled them quickly and clipped a hobble chain to the cuffs.  The Amazon prisoner was somewhat harmless.  She was exhausted to the point of collapse.  Her feet were hobbled.  Leesha carefully released on hand from the manacle.  She placed a wrist cuff on the arm and fastened it snuggly.  She looked worried as she released the other hand and placed a cuff on it.  She moved Princess Olga forward a few steps and clasped her hands behind her.  The petite slave then led the vanquished Amazon to the other slaves.

"What is wrong now?"  Countess Cathryn asked in a disgusted tone.

"Countess Cathryn, this lowly male slave cannot do this.  She is an Amazon.  She is a princess.  This lowly male slave is lower than any female slave is.  He is lower than any woman is.  He just cannot do this."

"Drew, Queen Xandra has personally asked you to do this.  She's not just a mistress; she's a queen!  Your Countess has ordered you to do this!  If you refuse, you are disobeying an order from me!"

"But Countess, you do not understand."  This trembling male slave babbled.  "I enjoyed it.  It made me very excited.  I was hotter than a firecracker."

"Drew, even a slave is human.  Well, in a manner of speaking.  Of course, you were aroused.  That was intense.  Feel my pussy."

This lowly male slave reached his hand out and rubbed the beautiful, red-haired vagina.  The pubic hair was soaked in juices.  The labia felt puffy and hot.  The vulva was dripping in juices.

"Would His Beautiful Loving Countess like for her lowly male slave to please her?"  He asked with a sly grin.

"Normally, I would like nothing more."  She answered with a wicked grin.  "The prisoner should not see her master grovel before another woman."

"Would His Beautiful Loving Countess wish to be the first to receive pleasure from the prisoner?"

"I think the four slaves should fuck her face to set the mood.  Then I think you should mount her and drive your cock inside her with every ounce of strength you can muster.  Then, I think she should clean your cock.  When you have her totally degraded, then, I will have her please me."  His Beautiful Loving Countess looked at him with an evil smirk.

"Do you think she can take all of that without snapping?"  This lowly male slave asked.

"She's an Amazon."  His Beautiful Loving Countess replied.  "She can take everything you have.  She'll be humiliated.  She'll be disgusted.  But, she'll be fine."

"Your lowly male slave will try his best."  He murmured.

"He had damn well better!"  She smirked in reply.

This lowly male slave walked to the center of the chamber.  He stood in the center of a long rectangle.  He guessed the rectangle was ten feet long and six feet wide.  At each corner of the rectangle was an eyebolt protruding from the ground.  At the top and bottom of the rectangle were two more eyebolts.  He motioned to Leesha.  The slaves led the clean, weary Amazon to the rectangle.  Leesha released the clasp that bound her hands.  The petite slave tapped the tall warrior on the shoulder.  The despondent Amazon fell to her knees and sat on the ground.  Leesha grabbed her shoulders and eased her onto her back.  The four slaves each secured a rope to rings on the wrist and ankle cuffs.  Then they stretched the ropes to the four corner eyebolts and tied them securely.  The Amazon prisoner was once more helplessly spread-eagled.

This lowly male slave forced himself to become a master.  He motioned the four naked slaves to a spot beyond the outstretched hands of the captive.  He took a position directly straddling the helpless warriors face.  She had no choice but look directly at his manhood.  He looked down.  She closed her eyes.

"Keep your eyes open bitch!"  He commanded the angry victim.  "You close them again, and you will be very sorry."

The disgusted warrior opened her eyes very wide.  She might be an Amazon.  She no doubt could kick his ass.  But, she was totally defenseless.

This bold male slave now looked at the slaves standing before him.  "Each of you will sit on her face until you cum.  Then, you will fuck her face until you cum again.  If you do not fuck her hard, you will be whipped."

"You can't let those filthy sluts fuck my face!"  Princess Olga screamed in horror.  "I'm a warrior!  I'll have them whipped!"

This lowly male slave put his right foot over her mouth.  "Shut up bitch!"  He growled at her.  "You say one more word, and your tongue will be hung from the ceiling in a press."  He glanced at the petrified slaves.  He looked at the bound warrior.  "You will lick and suck with every bit of skill and strength you possess.  If not, your punishment will be much worse than you can ever imagine."  He ground the sole of his bare foot against her lips.  He lifted his foot and resumed his stance above her face.  He looked at the slaves.  "She will not harm you.  You must obey your master, or you will be whipped."

The slaves nodded with fearful expressions on their faces.  This angry male slave pointed at Leesha.  She stepped forward.  He pointed at the face of the bound warrior.  Leesha stepped over the bound woman.

"Leesha obey master drew!"  She exclaimed boldly.  She turned facing her peers.  She squatted and lowered her raven-haired pussy onto the head of the quivering Amazon.

Leesha sat on Princess Olga's face.  The Amazon began licking, and Leesha smiled in delight.  This lowly male slave watched for a few seconds.  He was still aroused from removing the nipple and clit clips.  He glanced at His Beautiful Loving Countess.  She was watching the proceedings with a curious smile on her face.  He slowly walked to his mistress.

"May this lowly male slave make a request?"  He beseeched her in a modest tone that was in stark contrast to his masterly voice.  She nodded.  "May your lowly male slave wear a patch for the rest of this session?"

A wicked smile crossed her lips.  "Am I to assume my slave wishes to be denied orgasms?"  Her smile grew even more sinister.

"No, Countess, he wishes to have help in humiliating his prisoner."  This embarrassed male slave explained.  "She has been rebellious, and he wishes to cum inside of her and in her mouth many times."

"Well, I would hate to think that my slave is seeking his own pleasure. "  She chuckled.  "But, if it is to punish a disobedient prisoner, I guess I will allow it."

"Countess, your lowly male slave never said he would not enjoy it."  He answered sheepishly.

"Come here, you horny little pervert."  She whispered to him.  She gave him a fierce hug and kissed him on the lips.  She slapped a patch on his leg.  "Have fun!"  She whispered as she pushed him toward the other slaves.

Leesha was terribly excited by the idea of face-fucking one of her captors.  She had this one chance to rise above her slavery.  She had her first orgasm very quickly.  She violently thrust her hips against the head of the bound prisoner.  Her second orgasm was very wild.  She began to scream and thrash in passionate pleasure.  Her thighs squeezed Princess Olga's head so tightly that she almost smothered.  Finally exhausted, Leesha lifted her firm, shapely body from the bound beauty.

This spunky male slave now scanned the three remaining slaves.  He eyed the tallest of the three.  She was only about five-four.  He smiled at her.  She frowned at him.

"What is your name slave?"  This male slave asked her.

"My name Mariana," she answered in a defiant tone.

"And who are you addressing slave?"  This male slave answered in an irritated voice.

"My name Mariana, master drew."  She answered in an apologetic manner.  "Mariana sorry she offend master drew.  Please don't whip Mariana."

"Come here!"  This male slave instructed gently.  He scared girl approached him.  "Kneel!"  She fell to her knees and immediately began kissing his feet for forgiveness.  "Fuck her face!"  He commanded the frightened slave.  

He pointed at the spread-eagled Amazon.  The prisoner glared at him with pussy juice glistening on her nose and chin.  The shaking slave sprang to her feet and flopped on the Amazon's sticky face.  The frightened girl's expression quickly turned to a reserved smile.  The sensation of the Amazon's tongue quickly erased her fears.  This aroused male slave watched the slave girl ride the face of the prisoner.  His attention was grabbed by a soft touch on his shoulder.

"Leesha help master drew?"  The soft voice of the pretty slave asked.  Her glance was directly at his throbbing cock.

"Leesha is a very pretty slave.  Master drew finds Leesha very exciting.  But, master drew wants to be fresh for his slut."  He turned and kissed her forehead.  "Maybe later."

Her face was enveloped in disappointment.  This lowly male slave did not know if she wanted him, or just any man she could have.  An idea crossed his mind.

"Leesha?"  He called her name.  She looked hopefully into his eyes.  "Would Leesha like to make master drew very happy?"

"Yes, master drew!"  She exclaimed, hoping he had changed his mind.

"Master drew would be very happy if Leesha would please His Beautiful Loving Countess."  He smiled at the slave and turned to flash a knowing smile to his mistress.

"Thank you master drew!"  Leesha replied with a broad smile.  She scampered across the cave and fell before the redhead.

Countess Cathryn glanced at her slave and shook her head in amazement.  She blew him a mock kiss.  Then, she softly talked to the pert little slave that knelt between her legs.

Mariana was now violently fucking the well-used face of the angry Amazon.  Her moans and screams of ecstasy were echoing around the chamber.  Leesha was energetically lapping at the delicious pussy of the redheaded Irish Countess.  The other two slaves were watching with excitement.  This highly aroused male slave watched in anticipation.

Mariana tumbled to the floor in exhaustion.  This male slave nodded at the youngest-looking slave.  She stepped to him.

"What is your name slave?"  He asked her very softly.

"My name is Juliana master drew."  She answered very politely.

"Stay here."  He instructed the lovely young girl.  He straddled the large breasts of his prisoner.  He stared into her rage-filled eyes.  "Well, Princess Olga, are you enjoying your little training session?"

She glared into his eyes.  Her look said everything.  This lowly male slave glared directly back at her.  His throbbing erection was near her chin.  He leaned forward and rubbed the stiff organ across her closed lips.  He sighed as the smoothness of her lips teased his manhood.

"You don't have to kiss it now, that will be later."  He snickered into her scowling face.  "Juliana is anxiously waiting for your expert care."

He pushed himself off the warrior.  He nodded to Juliana.  The sexy, young slave gently squatted on the warm, sticky face of the captive.  A broad smile quickly erupted on the lips of the slave.  Her temporary master turned his head to see His Beautiful Loving Countess crash into a moderately intense orgasm.  Leesha impatiently sat between her legs.  As soon as the redhead stopped gasping, the slave dove back into her wonderful pussy.  This lowly male slave knew how wonderful it felt to have his head between her legs.  He sighed in desperation.  His assignment was to humiliate the still-defiant Amazon.

Juliana softly moaned through both of her orgasms.  She slowly crawled off the reddened face of the captive.  The last of the slaves was ordered onto the gasping Amazon.  Angelina was the prettiest of the slaves.  She appeared reluctant to incur the wrath of Princess Olga.  She appeared more frightened of the vicious master drew.  

Her master for the day was lost in another evil thought.  Princess Olga still acted very defiant of his control.  Her contempt angered him.  He thought for a long time.  He desperately wanted to have the slaves piss on Princess Olga's face.  He knew His Beautiful Loving Countess did not approve of such things.  He also worried that she might make him endure a similar fate.  He pushed the idea from his mind.

He glanced at His Beautiful Loving Countess.  Leesha was acting very tired.  This lowly male slave looked at Mariana.  She deserved to be punished for her initial insubordination.  He motioned for her.  She meekly stepped to him and bowed her head.

"Mariana, you insulted your master when he asked your name."  She trembled in fear.  "Your master is not a harsh master.  In fact, tomorrow he will not be your master.  Still, you were disrespectful and should be punished."  He looked in her eyes.  Having watched the punishment of Princess Olga, she was nearly panicked.  "Leesha has pleased her master.  Her master wishes for you to please Leesha."

A smile of relief appeared on the face of the slave.  Leesha was slowly walking back to her peers.  Countess Catherine appeared very pleased.  Leesha looked at the smile being sported by the other slave.  She looked at her master for an explanation.

"Mariana is being punished.  Her orders are to please you."  This lowly male slave grinned at her.  "You may decide whether you wish to please her as well."

Leesha was very tired from pleasing His Beautiful Loving Countess.  She was also very aroused.  She walked to a mat on the floor and eased herself onto her back.  She motioned at Mariana.  The other slave scampered to the mat.  Leesha spread her legs.  Mariana dove between them, and buried her face in the thick black pubic hair.

This lowly male slave was beginning to ache from constant unfulfilled arousal.  The drug patch was complicating the situation.  He was determined to fuck Princess Olga in her pussy and her mouth until she was cleansed of her attitude.  He looked at His Beautiful Loving Countess.  She was watching the action with a satisfied smile on he lovely face.  Leesha and Mariana were now on their sides pleasing each other.  Juliana was recovering from her orgasms.  Angelina, astride the bound captive, was just erupting with her second climax.  She rolled over and crawled beside Juliana.

This very horny, very frustrated male slave had finalized his plan.  He pointed at Leesha and Mariana.  The other two slaves turned and watched them licking each other.  He then pointed to them and pointed at another mat.  They slowly stood and walked to the mat.  Juliana looked at him.  He pointed to the mat and smiled.  She smiled back at him.  She grabbed Angelina by the hand and pulled her to the mat.  This proud male slave glanced once more at His Beautiful Loving Countess.  She smiled in return.  He walked to his captive.

"Princess Olga."  He spoke softly to not disturb the orgy in the opposite corner.  The Amazon lifted her head to look at him.  He stood between her feet.  His cock throbbed in lustful anticipation.  The drug-induced erection was at least eight inches long.  The drug always made him much larger than his normal five-inch hard-on.  He smiled at her.  "It is time."  A quizzical look crossed her face.  "It is time for your master to fuck your smelly cunt.  Your master is not like the slaves you rape.  Your master will cum inside your filthy body many times.  He is going to fill your smelly hole with his cum until it can hold no more.  Then, he is going to cum in your filthy mouth until your belly is full of his tasty seed.  He knows you love for men to fuck your mouth, so he knows you will be very happy to swallow his precious gift."

Her mouth and nose were covered with sweat and pussy juice.  He face was red from her strenuous efforts.  Her once defiant glare was now a dazed stare.  He could sense that her surrender was near.  He climbed between her outstretched legs.  He poked his engorged manhood against her golden pubes.  Her moistness betrayed her heightened arousal.  He slid his erection easily inside her steamy sex hole.  A moan of ecstasy gasped from her mouth.  Her pussy was hotter than a raging inferno.  He never had time to thrust his hips before she crashed into a paralyzing climax.

He had waited for hours to relieve his frustration.  He could wait a few more seconds.  He let her body quake with involuntary contractions.  Her vagina squeezed his raging rod.  Her mouth was held open by her constant moans of lust.  He remained poised to receive his reward.  Her body slowly stopped trembling.  Her breaths were still labored.  He slowly rocked his hips.  His first movement threw her into another orgasm.  He had done little to cause her orgasms.  She was simply filled with lust from her hours of bondage and humiliation.  He could wait no longer.  He thrust hard into her as she gasped and convulsed in orgasmic delight.  He only lasted ten thrusts before he shot his seed deep inside her tunnel of love.  He shot load after load of pent-up semen into her velvety walls.

He never stopped his thrusts.  He had enough of the fertility drug inside him to last forever.  He knew that their next orgasms were many minutes away.  He slowly ground his cock inside her vagina.  He savored every stroke, as he plunged into her eager receptacle.  He grabbed her arms just above the armpit.  He held himself above her.  His face was inches above hers.  His pelvis continued to grind against hers.  She met his every thrust.  He looked into her lust-filled eyes.

"Your master will take you to a land of pleasure you have never known."  He said as he licked his lips in delight.  

Her eyes answered with a bright gleam.  Her moans told him that she desperately needed him to fuck her more.  He summoned his strength and increased the force of his thrusts.  She tried desperately to return his effort, but the ropes pulled against her limbs with unyielding force.  The realization of her bound helplessness only heightened her ever-increasing lust.  He rose high above her hips.  He summoned his utmost strength, and plunged his cock deep inside her.

He shot several more spurts of cum inside her.  Once more, she squealed in orgasmic delight.  Her tightly stretched body convulsed in spasms of ecstasy.  Every inch of her body tingled with a joy that only the ultimate orgasm could deliver.  Each spasm of her cum-filled pussy only caused him to shoot another large wad inside her.  Time stood still as she twitched, and he spurted his seed in her deepest pleasure.  

This totally spent male slave rested with his chest pressing against her huge breasts.  He wanted to move.  He wanted to drive her crazy with his tongue on her raw, bruised nipples.  He could only moan in delightful fatigue.  He kissed her sticky lips.  The taste of the four slaves blended into a delicious flavor.  He finally gathered the strength to push himself up.  He slid his slippery cock along her belly and between her delightful breasts.  He once more grasped her arms, and settled his face above hers.

"You enjoy your master's cock."  He said as he gazed into her eyes.  "You are a good whore.  Perhaps your master can convince Queen Xandra to let him keep you forever."  Her eyes never changed their dazed stare.  She made no effort to protest.  "Your master's cock is sticky from your fishy cunt.  He needs you to clean it for him."

She licked her lips in anticipation.  He slid further up her chest.  His knees straddled her face.  His stiff cock bobbed near her mouth.  He leaned forward.  She swallowed him in one gulp.  Her tongue feverishly slid along his staff.  She strained to bob her head in spite of her bonds.  She was devouring her master's manhood like a lion devouring raw meat.  Her technique was poor, but her enthusiasm was unbridled.  She worked with every ounce of her strength for several minutes.  She finally felt him tense.  He shot a load deep into her throat.  She swallowed the glob and sucked hard to extract another.  This exhausted male slave shot four large wads into her mouth before he collapsed above her head.

He rolled on his side to survey the chamber.  Countess Catherine was watching with her normal curiosity.  The four naked female slaves were staring in disbelief from the mats.  They had finished their pleasure and watched as the mighty Amazon warrior was reduced to a lustful slut.  Of course, they had played an important role in the process.  But, they appeared to think their master had accomplished the feat single-handed.

He once more summoned his strength.  His plan was not complete.  He crawled back on the captive.  He once more straddled her head.  He let her lick his balls, while his cock tickled her nose.  He gazed into her eyes.

"Has the master's little slut ever eaten a cream pie?"  He asked her.  Her confused look surprised him.  "A cream pie?"  He asked again.  She still looked at him with a dumb-founded look.  "Have you ever eaten a man's cum from another woman's pussy?"

Her look changed instantly.  He had expected her fire to return.  He had expected a violent reply.  Her eyes gleamed with excitement.

"Please master drew, let your filthy slut eat your cream pies."  She answered in a slightly mumbled voice as her lips tickled his balls.

"All in due time.  First, your master needs to rest so he can fuck your new mistresses."  He glanced at the four naked women.  Their stunned faces looked back at him in amazement.  He had to admit to himself; her willingness had amazed him as well.

This lowly male slave walked to His Beautiful Loving Countess.  He smiled at her.  Her face returned a loving smile.  He stood staring at her, drinking in her beauty.  She was not as beautiful as the royal Amazons were, but she was very pretty.  Despite being in her mid-forties, she was very well maintained.  Her tall, slender body was smooth and perfectly shaped.  Her large, creamy breasts were very firm.  Her face was smooth without a hint of a wrinkle.  Her red hair was long and silky.  Her green eyes were simply captivating.  He knew he was blessed with the best mistress in the entire world.

"Has this lowly male slave pleased His Beautiful Loving Countess to this point?"  He asked sheepishly.  She grinned and nodded her head.  "Does His Beautiful Loving Countess approve of his next plan?"

Her smile changed.  Her wicked delight gave way to a soft, compassionate smile.  "My slave seems to be enjoying his freedom.  I had no idea you had such a nasty side to you.  I hope I never have to incur your wrath."  She chuckled as her embarrassed slave blushed.

This well-fucked male slave returned to the center of the chamber.  His drug-induced erection throbbed with unfulfilled lust.  With the aid of the sex drug, he could easily finish his plan in about an hour.  He motioned to the four slaves to assemble in front of him.  They formed a straight line.  He gazed at the four beautiful slaves.  He thought to himself, how tragic it was that the four lovely ladies were held against their will.  Quickly, his thoughts returned to the burning desire between his legs.

"Which of these four gorgeous slaves wishes to be the first to receive her master's seed?"  He asked playfully.

Three of the slaves began shouting for his attention.  The fourth stood silent with a resentful scowl on her face.  The master looked directly into her eyes.  Her head lowered and her eyes gazed at the floor.

"Mariana, you do not want to serve your master?"  This troubled male slave asked.

"Master drew, Mariana sorry."  Tears were streaming down her face.  "Mariana thinks master drew is nice, but she not like men."  Her face was drawn with embarrassment.

This concerned male slave stepped to the trembling slave.  He gently grabbed her arm and led her to a distant area.  He softly lifted her chin.  He gazed deeply into her eyes.

"Your master is unclear.  Do you like men as friends?"  She nodded.  "Have you ever had sex with a man?"  She shook her head.  "You like sex with women?"  She nodded.  "Mariana, it is possible to like sex with both.  How can you not like men if you've never been with any?"

Her look was confused.  Her tears continued streaming down her lovely cheeks.  She looked up at her master.

"Master drew, please no hurt Mariana."  She sobbed softly.

"Your master will not hurt you."  He reassured the trembling girl in a gentle manner.  He was not sure whether she feared punishment or thought sex would be painful.  "You will not be punished, but you must please your master.  He will be gentle with his slave."

He reached out and held her hand.  Her tears dried and a tense smile inched across her face.  He led her to a straw pad.  He gently helped her onto her back.  He climbed atop the frightened slave.  He kissed her tear-stained face, licking her dried, salty sweat into his mouth.  He tenderly kissed her small, firm breasts.  He teased her nipples with his fingers.  He alternately played with one nub while licking and nibbling on the other.  He slowly lowered his hand to her groin.  Her thick, curly hair was filled with juice.  She was frightened, but she was ready.

This well-trained, very gentle male slave placed his engorged staff at her vagina.  He slowly inched his rod into her hot, juicy well.  He was barely inside her.  He felt the protective shield of her cherry.  He whispered softly into her ear.  His reassurance eased the fear in her eyes.  He poked his cock through the tender barrier.  She gasped at the mild pain.  His tenderness had minimized her hurt.  Very quickly, she relaxed as the probing pole gently slid deeper into her pulsating pussy.  She let her fears fly from her soul.  Her entire being focused on the wonderful feelings her master was bringing to her.

Slowly, her master began to pull his erection out of her.  Her legs quickly encircled his thighs and drove him back inside her.  The experienced male slave felt her impatient efforts to increase the tempo.  He wanted to make her first time a very special one.  He exerted his superior strength and maintained his slow, gentle rhythm.  The inexperienced young slave was now totally overwhelmed by her feelings.  Screams of pleasure and moans of ecstasy poured from her mouth.  Her hips thrust forcefully upward to deepen his penetration.  He reciprocated with deeper, more forceful thrusts of his own.  To her short-term frustration, he maintained his slow, deliberate pace.  She was frantically begging her master to fuck her harder.  He barely increased the pace.  Her senses were overloading.  Years of sexual slavery with the Amazons had deprived her of intimate male contact.  Her orgasm came with little warning.  Her body tensed and then shuddered violently for nearly a minute.  Her first shudder triggered a pleasant orgasm from her master, who shot three loads of cum inside her womanhood.

This very pleased male slave lay on her.  Her perky little breasts poked against his chest.  Her breathing was shallow and very quick.  Her face was enveloped in a dreamy smile.  He leaned forward and kissed her deeply on her lips.

"Thank you master drew."  She whispered to him.

"Thank you Mariana."  The master whispered in return.  "It was an honor to be your first.  Your master hopes it was pleasant for you."

"It was wonderful."  She gasped in exhaustion.

"Can you get up?"  He asked.  She nodded reluctantly.  "You need to feed Princess Olga while the meal is still warm."

She giggled, and he rolled from her.  He lay on his side and watched the young slave.  Her ass swayed in an erotic waddle as she approached the bound warrior.  She glanced at her master.  He smiled reassurance and nodded his head.  She straddled the anxious face of the captive.  She lowered her bronze butt and placed her dripping pubis on the lips beneath her.

Princess Olga appeared to be lapping the mixture of cum and pussy juice with an unexpected fervor.  Her chest and belly rippled as she anxiously swallowed the sticky seed.  Her tongue continued to flail at the musky pussy that enveloped her face.  Much to the surprise of this lowly male slave, she licked the pussy of the slave until Mariana gasped in a mild orgasm.

The once-hesitant slave remained on the face of the struggling warrior.  Princess Olga was now being smothered by the slave.  Mariana was lost in ecstasy, and did not realize she was causing the Amazon to struggle.

"Mariana, you need to let her breathe."  The master said in an unemotional tone.

"Mariana sorry."  She stammered in embarrassment.  "Master drew?"  She asked for his attention.  "Mariana eat her cream pie?"  She glanced at the groin of the captive.

"It has been there for a long time.  It's probably drying up."  The master said in a discouraging tone.  He watched her face contort in disappointment.  "If you wish, enjoy it!"

The frisky slave scampered on her knees and dove tongue first into the sticky, cum-filled pussy of the spread-eagled Amazon warrior-princess.  She lapped up every bit of cum and continued licking newly secreted juices.  Finally, Princess Olga moaned with a small orgasm shivering through her outstretched, helpless body.  The petite slave climbed to her knees and rested between the legs of her recent conquest.  A huge smile beamed across her sticky, shiny face.

This intrigued male slave stepped to his tired, but happy slave.  He reached out his hand and pulled her to her feet.  He gently pulled her to him and gently hugged the precocious girl.  He playfully swatted her on her firm, round rump.  She squealed and skipped to her peers.

This mischievous male slave saw an opportunity to have a little fun at the expense of his prisoner.  He stepped over her face.  His raging cock bobbed a couple of feet above her lustful lips.  She saw his manhood and expectantly licked her luscious lips.  He gave her a displeased frown.

"You did not have permission to cum!"  He said calmly, but in a very stern tone.  "Now your master has to think of yet another punishment.  Don't you think you have caused him enough trouble for one day?"

"Oh God!"  Princess Olga gasped in horror.  "Your prisoner is very sorry.  I did not know I shouldn't cum.  Please forgive me.  Please!"

"You must be punished.  Your master will decide later how severe your punishment will be."  He glanced at her sweat-drenched, sticky face.  Even in her state of dishevelment, she was beautiful.  "Are you ready for another cream pie?"

"I don't really want it, but if I have to do it, let's get it over with."  She said in resigned disgust.  Her resolve was beginning to return to her.  She was still very contrite, but she was no longer an eager participant.

This lowly male slave decided he should enjoy his freedom as long as he could.  The three remaining slaves were very anxious to enjoy a man.  They had served the Amazons for years.  They had eaten almost every Amazon pussy on the island.  Their own climaxes were few, and far between.  Even when they were allowed to orgasm, they were inevitably bound and in great torment.  They were very excited to have "normal" sex with a man.  The thought of grounding their cum-filled pussies into the face of an Amazon was also very appealing.

This exhausted male slave entered each slave in turn.  He waited for each slave to deposit her cream pie in the mouth of the helpless prisoner.  He then repeated the process with the next slave.  He made Leesha wait until the end.  He felt a special friendship with her.  He wanted to make his time with her a little more special.  She responded with extra passion to his efforts.  Her orgasm was more intense than the others were.  She kissed him deeply as they recovered from their releases.

Princess Olga was beginning to grow very irritated.  She had enjoyed very little sleep the previous night.  Her muscles were sore from being stretched against the wall all night.  The continued bondage and the repeated raping of her face had long since grown distasteful.  Her expression concerned this skeptical male slave.  He wondered if she would explode in rage at any moment.

This lowly male slave walked to His Beautiful Loving Countess.  He looked at her with worried concern.

"Countess?"  He asked for her attention.  She gazed into his eyes.  "This lowly male slave does not want to punish Princess Olga, but he already proclaimed her guilt."  She looked at him with compassion, but did not speak.  "Your lowly male slave feels he must now carry out some punishment."  She nodded in agreement.  "He wondered if he should have her hands and feet bound, put a patch on her, and lock her in a small cage until bedtime.  Then he could end her torment and have her bathed for bed.  He is not sure what her sleeping arrangements are to be."

"Does my slave realize it is only two o'clock?"  She asked.  He nodded.  "Does he feel she should be forced to kneel in a cage for eight hours?"  She asked with concern in her voice.  He nodded again.  "And, he wishes to torment her with dastardly sexual frustration?"  Her voice was very skeptical.  He nodded once more.  "I see no reason why she could not endure your punishment."  She smiled at him.  "You have done very well.  I know this has been hard for you.  Although, you seem to enjoy the patch."  Her smile quickly became a very familiar wicked grin.

"Countess, has Queen Xandra indicated how Princess Olga is to be restrained for the remainder of the time?"  He asked with great concern in his voice.

"She has said nothing."  His Beautiful Loving Countess replied.  "I could send a guard to request her presence."

"This lowly male slave does not wish to be presumptuous, but he feels she cannot survive being severely bound at night."  He looked for a response.  The Countess gazed into his eyes as if she were studying his mind.  "He asks His Beautiful Loving Countess to consider a more tolerable form of bondage for the princess."

"My slave has a specific suggestion?"  She asked in her playful tone.

"This lowly slave would recommend a simple arrangement of cuffs, with her hands behind her back, her feet hobbled, and a long chain to keep her in the chamber."  He replied.

"I will discuss the matter with Sandy."  His Beautiful Loving Countess stated.  "Have your slaves prepare Princess Olga."

This lowly male slave removed his drug patch and handed it to His Beautiful Loving Countess.  He walked to his four female slaves.  They stood anxiously waiting for his instructions.  He turned to Princess Olga and once more straddled her head.

"Princess Olga, you have climaxed without permission.  Your punishment could have been very severe.  A slave might have received thirty strokes of a cane across her open pussy."  He watched her face as her expression changed to pure panic.  Her eyes filled with tears.  Her face grew very pale.  She knew the pain of thirty strokes would be terrible.  "Your master has considered your offense.  You were unaware of your crime.  You were under considerable duress.  You have been very humble in your imprisonment.  Your master has chosen a less painful punishment.  It is still a very difficult punishment."

She gazed at him with pleading eyes.  She was too horrified to speak.  All she could do was whimper.  He smiled at her.

"You will be bound hand and foot.  You will spend four hours in a cage with a patch on your leg.  You will suffer a terrible frustration.  You are not to speak, or you will be gagged.  After four hours, you will be bathed, fed, and bound for bed."  He stated boldly.  He was not even sure how she was to be bound for bed.  He hoped she would be allowed a comfortable position.

The slaves untied the ropes that stretched her hands above her head.  They left her legs spread to prevent her escape.  They pulled her hands behind her and clasped the hooks in her cuffs with a clip.  Two slaves then untied her legs.  She was pulled to her feet.  A hobble chain was attached to her ankle cuffs.  She was led to a small cage.  The door to the cage was opened.  The top of the cage was lifted on hinges.  She was placed in the cage on her knees.  Her feet touched the back of the cage.  She was forced to bend at the waist with her butt on her heels and her breasts on her knees.  The top of the cage was closed and fastened.  The door was also closed and locked.  Her position was extremely uncomfortable.  By the time her punishment was over, she would be very stiff and very sore.

This lowly male slave looked at the imprisoned princess.  He felt remorseful at concocting such a painful punishment.  He took the drug patch that His Beautiful Loving Countess had handed him.  He placed it on her ankle.  A tremendous shiver coursed his body.  He wanted to run and hide.  He wanted to set her free.  He gathered his wits.  He gazed into her tear-filled eyes.

"Your punishment may seem severe.  However, your torment is far less than many slaves endure.  You are not suffering from nipple or clit clamps.  You are not gagged with a painfully large ball.  You have not been beaten.  You will suffer!  Just remember that your master has mercifully made your suffering tolerable."

He turned and walked to the four female slaves.  He motioned with his hand.  The four bronze beauties climbed to their feet.  He motioned to them to follow him.  He led the group to His Beautiful Loving Countess.  He fell to his knees before his beloved mistress.

"Countess Catherine, your lowly male slave has completed your orders."  This exhausted, lowly male slave stated meekly.  "He now returns control of these slaves to you."  

"You have pleased me slave."  His Beautiful Loving Countess stated bluntly.  "All of you have pleased me.  Your mistress orders you to prepare your bodies to be presented to the queen.  You will bathe together.  You may wash each other.  You four sluts will place flowers in your hair, and dab fragrance on your breasts.  He will be in his cuffs and collar.  His hands will be locked behind him and his feet hobbled.  Do you understand?"

A chorus of, "yes mistress," echoed from the five slaves.

"And, while you're in the bath hut, please take care of that!"  

She pointed at the throbbing erection that still bobbed between her male slave's thighs.  The drug patch had been removed, but the drugs still coursed through his body.  He probably would be very hard, and multi-orgasmic, for another hour.

Another chorus of, "yes mistress," arose from the four women.  Their tone sounded very eager to comply with her orders.  This lowly male slave had no intention of complaining.  He was being treated very well.

This lowly male slave and his four beautiful companions crowded into a bamboo bath stall.  Three of the women were bathing him.  There soft touches and the slippery soap lather sent flutters of passion through his tired, but still aroused body.  Leesha had used her presumed rank to assign herself the task of eliminating his erection.  She was kneeling between his legs.  Her lips were tickling his stiff staff as she bobbed her head up and down on his manhood.  He came very quickly, spurting a small glob of cum into her mouth.  She swallowed eagerly, and smiled proudly.

The other three slaves took their respective turns at sucking his over-used cock.  His final orgasm occurred after the drugs had dissipated.  His cock quickly shrunk to its normal, limp state.  His body felt completely exhausted.  He could never remember a more content feeling in his life.

The bath eventually ended.  The four females toweled him dry while also drying their own shapely bodies.  His cuffs were once more clasped around his wrists and ankles.  His collar was refastened around his neck.  His wrists were again clipped together behind his back.  His feet were once more hobbled by the short chain.  His leash was reattached to his collar.  He was thankful that his red plastic genital cage was not reapplied.  

This tired, content male slave was led out of the bath stall and into the outer "lobby" of the bath hut.  He stood patiently as he watched the four slaves prepare for the queen.  They dabbed small amounts of herbal fragrances on their chests and necks.  Leesha dabbed a few spots near her raven-haired pubis.  The others giggled and followed her lead.  They combed one another's hair.  They attached flowers into their hair.  Their smooth, bronze bodies made an amazing spectacle.

This lowly male slave drifted into a dream-like state.  He had enjoyed his temporary role of master.  He imagined he had a small harem of beautiful slaves to serve his every need and desire.  He envisioned the luxury of being pampered by a posse of adoring naked beauties.  He remembered the thrill of commanding them to pleasure his manhood.  He remembered the exhilaration of placing a helpless woman in strict bondage.  He relived the lustful euphoria of tormenting his captive, and having his pleasure at her expense.

A gentle tug on his leash brought his thoughts back to his present circumstance.  The girls were giggling as they saw the dreamy look in his face.  They whispered amongst themselves.  They were not sure what he was thinking, but they figured they were integral members of the scene.

The four freshly bathed slaves led their bound subject into the cave.  The royal guards chuckled as they watched this lowly male slave helplessly led on a leash.  The quintet entered the main chamber.  Queen Xandra was standing to one side of the cave.  She was surrounded by a league of lovely ladies.  Princess Rachel was standing next to her sister.  Princess Shandra and Princess Xola were standing before their mother, with their backs to the entrance.  Countess Catherine and Lady Nicole were standing to the queen's left, allowing them to see the entrance.  Lillian, from the Council of Elders, was standing near Princess Shandra.  

The entire group of gorgeous women turned to watch this lowly male slave being led before them.  The group separated into a semi-circle, allowing the slaves to deposit their charge at the feet of the stunning Queen Xandra.  This lowly male slave immediately dropped to his knees.  He leaned forward and awkwardly kissed her royal feet.  He continued to worship her toes until he was ordered to stop.

"Enough!"  The queen chuckled.  "You may stand."

This lowly male slave struggled to his feet.  His bound hands skewed his balance.  His weary legs strained to push upward without throwing him onto his face.  Awkwardly, he gained his balance and stood with his head bowed.

"I am told you performed your task admirably."  The buxom blonde chuckled as she glanced at her pathetic niece.  "I find it very curious that a lowly, groveling slave could transform into a merciless master.  How would you explain your actions?"

"Your Highness, this lowly male slave was ordered to be her master.  His Beautiful Loving Countess implied that he would be severely punished if he failed.  He was only trying to please his mistress."

The smooth, powerful right hand of the ravishing ruler roughly grabbed his chin.  She slowly forced his head upward, until his eyes met hers.  Her icy blue stare sent chills through this petrified slave.  Her expression was strikingly stern.

"You, a pathetic, pussy-licking, cum-eating male slave, dared to force your filthy cock into the pussy of an Amazon?"  She asked with a furious intonation.  She paused to inhale a deep breath.  "You, a wretched, lowly male slave dared to stick your pitiful cock into the mouth of a princess?"  Her indignant voice queried.  "Do you know what the punishment is for a male slave having sex without permission?"  She paused as her wrath built to a crescendo.  "Do you know the punishment for a male slave raping an Amazon?"

This terrified male slave was trembling before the majestic queen.  His knees were weak.  His lips quivered.  He was more frightened than he had ever been.

"A male slave is castrated for having sex without permission."  The wieldy warrior-queen threatened.  "The punishment for raping an Amazon is very brutal.  First, the slave is given forty lashes with a bullwhip.  Then, the slave is castrated.  Finally, the slave is lashed in a spread-eagled position on the beach, his severed manhood is placed in his mouth, and he is left to die.  It is a slow, painful death.  Insects crawl on you.  They bite and sting.  Crabs come from the water and torture you with their claws.  The sun beats mercilessly on your baked skin.  You slowly starve.  Your body dehydrates.  Most slaves live three or four days before they gasp their last parched breath."

This horrified hulk of a male slave was nearing collapse.  He glanced at His Beautiful Loving Countess for comfort.  Her stark stare supplied no solace for her suffering slave.

"Fortunately for you, you were obeying orders."  The queen grinned as she released his quivering chin.  She began to laugh hysterically.  The others all joined in the laughter.  "We had you scared shitless!"  She shouted between guffaws.

This relieved male slave found little comedy in their prank.  He was simply glad to be spared.  He stood shivering, with his entire body reddened by embarrassment.  Even the four naked female slaves were giggling at him.

"Let's go examine your handiwork."  The queen suggested as she gently took his arm in her powerful hand.

The statuesque queen led the slave to the wooden cage.  The assembly of ladies and slaves followed closely.  The queen stopped a few feet in front of the cage door.  

"Tsk!  Tsk!"  She clucked at her tormented niece.  "What a disgraceful mess you have become."

The disheveled blonde prisoner stared aimlessly at the stone floor before her.  Her green eyes were bloodshot from hours of torment.  She had been denied sleep.  She had not eaten in more than a day.  Her body ached from prolonged bondage.  She was bound and stuffed into the small crate.  Her knees were stiff.  Her back was cramping.  She was soaked in sweat.  Her face was smeared with dried cum and pussy juice.  Her hair was wet and tangled.  Her pubic mound was sticky and matted.  Most of all, the drugs coursing her veins made her intolerably horny.

"You have caused yourself to become a common, cock-sucking whore."  The queen continued.  "You have disgraced the entire Amazon race.  I am tempted to give you to pussy boy as his lifelong slave."  

Every face in the chamber reacted in various forms of shock at the last suggestion.  The three princesses looked on with a smile.  They figured that Queen Xandra was playing mind games with the captive princess.  Lady Nicole had a similar look on her face.  The four female slaves looked on with intrigued disbelief.  They pondered the joy of torturing an Amazon.  They dreamt of being served by an Amazon slave.

Countess Cathryn had a very concerned look on her face.  She had witnessed the enthusiastic domination of the prisoner by her slave.  She knew he was capable of being a master.  She feared the repercussions of her slave becoming a master.  She knew some men could serve a mistress and dominate a slave without problems.  However, she feared that her slave would gradually grow unwilling to serve.

The trussed, tormented captive glanced at her aunt in horror.  The thought of an Amazon warrior-princess being a slave to any man was revolting.  To suggest that she belong to a male slave was unthinkable.  Her lips quivered in fear.  Her body trembled in terror.  Her lips started to move.  A look of panic spread across her face and she refrained from speaking.  She was under strict orders not to speak.

This lowly male slave looked completely flabbergasted.  He speculated at the possibilities.  He had loved tormenting the helpless beauty.  He was enthralled by forcing her to receive his cum vaginally and orally.  He longed to have a servant wait on his mundane needs.  Nevertheless, he feared the problems she could cause if she rebelled.  Moreover, he feared the possibility of losing His Beautiful Loving Countess.  His life would be an empty disaster without the woman he loved with all of his heart and soul.

Queen Xandra slowly surveyed her audience.  A smile erupted on her previously stern face.  She shook her head in disbelief.

"In the name of Freyja, you people don't think I'd really let a pathetic, pussy-licking male slave become a master?"  The curvaceous queen asked rhetorically.  "Even this traitorous tart does not deserve a fate that deplorable."

The queen turned to this lowly male slave.  "Countess Cathryn has told me of your concern for the prisoner.  You do not believe she should be harshly treated?"

"Your Highness, this lowly male slave does not presume to be an expert on your law.  However, he is experienced in being bound and tortured."  He paused, waiting to be scolded.  No rebuke received, he continued.  "You are very knowledgeable and experienced in bondage.  Surely, you realize that she cannot endure tight or severe bondage for prolonged periods.  This lowly male slave feels compassion for any prisoner.  He only wishes to protect her from serious injury."

"Well spoken."  The sumptuous sovereign stated.  "You wish to suggest a more permanent arrangement?"

"Your Highness, if you permit, this lowly male slave will make a suggestion."  He looked at her with apprehension.  She nodded.  "This lowly male slave suggests that she be cuffed and collared.  Her hands should be locked behind her, and her legs should be hobbled.  A chain should attach her collar to a post or wall.  She can move about.  She can sleep.  But, she cannot escape."

"A fair proposal."  She mused.  "So be it!"  She ordered.

"Your Highness," this lowly male slave queried.  "If it pleases Your Highness, this lowly male slave suggests that one of your slaves feed her and bathe her.  She would never be unbound until her punishment is finished."

"You are very thorough."  She quipped with a smile.  "Your suggestion is accepted."

The queen motioned to Leesha, then pointed to a cabinet several feet away.  The lovely slave quickly scampered to the cabinet.  She opened the door and retrieved a large ring.  She hurried to her queen.  She handed the ring to her mistress.  The ring had held small padlocks.  Queen Xandra opened several padlocks.  She removed them from the ring.  She stepped to the cage and raised the lid.  The Amazon queen padlocked each cuff into place on the prisoner's wrist and ankles.  She locked the wrist cuffs together with another padlock.  Two more locks secured the hobble chain to the prisoner's ankle cuffs.  One final lock insured that the collar could not be removed from Princess Olga's neck.

"Here are two more locks."  Queen Xandra handed two padlocks to Leesha.  "When she is removed from the cage, you will fasten a chain to her collar.  The chain will be attached to that ring."  The queen pointed to a ring embedded in the wall of the cave.  "I will have the only key.  She will not move from that area unless I remove the lock."

Leesha nodded to her mistress.  She curtsied and scampered to a small table.  She placed the locks on the table.  The bronze-skinned slave quickly returned to her queen.

"Once Princess Olga is chained to the wall, there will be no need for guards.  Leesha, you will stay here.  You will feed and bathe the prisoner.  Angelina will stay with you.  At least one of you will be in this chamber at all times."

The stately queen turned once more to her tightly bound, sexually frustrated niece.  "You look so comfortable."  The queen mocked the tormented warrior.  "How do you feel?"

The panicked prisoner looked at this lowly male slave.  Her eyes appeared to be pleading for something.  She continued to look at him in desperation.  She did not speak.

"I asked you a question."  The queen stated in an irritated tone.  "How do you feel?"

The trammelled prisoner continued to stare helplessly at this lowly male slave.  The agitated queen followed her stare and looked into the eyes of this slave.

"What is she waiting for?"  Queen Xandra asked him.

"Your Highness, she was ordered not to make a sound.  If she answers your question, she will be punished."  This lowly male slave answered respectfully.  "She has learned to follow orders very well."  This lowly male slave turned to his former slave.  "Princess Olga, you may speak, but only to answer questions."

"Your Highness," the frightened prisoner gasped through her parched throat.  "Your prisoner feels very sorry.  I never meant to cause so much trouble.  I'm so sorry.  Please forgive me!"

"You already have been forgiven.  Otherwise, you would be dead."  The queen stated bluntly.  "Now, how do you feel?"

"Your Highness, I hurt everywhere.  My legs are cramping.  My back is stiff.  My shoulders hurt.  And, I'm so horny I would fuck a dog for relief."

"I believe that could be arranged."  The queen quipped with an evil smirk on her face.  "However, I find the concept of bestiality to be disgusting.  You will wear the patch until tomorrow.  Perhaps, at that time, we could let every male slave on the island fill your smelly hole with their cum."

"Your Highness, please let me cum!"  The desperate detainee pleaded.  "I can't take this any longer.  Please let me cum!"

"My dear, you can take it longer.  You have no choice."  The queen smiled.  "You have absolutely no way of avoiding it."  The queen chuckled.  "I'll give you one chance.  You have my permission to pleasure yourself.  If you can find a way to masturbate, you may cum as often as you wish."

Princess Olga looked at this lowly male slave in a desperate, silent plea.  Finding no mercy in his look, she dropped her head.  Her body began to quake with massive sobs.  Her hands were locked behind her.  She was scrunched into the tiny cage.  Her hands could never get to her crotch.  She was given permission to masturbate.  However, she had no freedom to perform the act.  The drugs flowing through her body were driving her to lustful insanity.  Yet, she was completely helpless to do anything to relieve her desires.




Chapter 11 - Once a Slave, Always a Slave


Queen Xandra appeared satisfied with the progress of Princess Olga's rehabilitation.  She gently took the arm of this lowly male slave.  Se turned and headed out of the cave.

"You have broken her rebellious spirit.  We now have to rebuild her into the brave, loyal warrior she once was.  We will finish your plan today.  Leesha and Angelina will make sure she is not in trouble."  The queen smiled.  Then, she looked at this lowly male slave.  "When we leave here, you are once more a slave.  Since I have temporarily lost the services of Leesha, you will be my handmaiden tomorrow."

The procession left the cave and wound its way to the royal hut.  Queen Xandra, Princess Rachel, Princess Xola, and the Countess sat in bamboo chairs and engaged in conversation.  Lady Nicole was near the bed, changing the bandage of Princess Shandra.  The Caribbean Lioness commented on the speedy healing process.  Mariana and Juliana prepared dinner.  This lowly male slave could not assist them with his hands locked behind his back.  He knelt between the legs of the Amazon queen.

"Well Cat, I must say, your slave has done well in punishing Princess Olga."  Queen Xandra commented.  "The sight of her bound and doubled-over in that cage has made me lusty."  

She gently pulled the leash toward her.  This lowly male slave was pulled face first into her pleasant-tasting pussy.  His entire body flushed with anticipation.  He savored the sweet aroma of her gorgeous pussy.  His head was engulfed by the powerful hands of the statuesque sovereign.  She pulled his head forward, sinking his face into her voluptuous vulva.  He needed no prodding.  His tongue expertly swirled around her slick, swollen lips.  He flicked her commoved clitoris.  Her powerful thighs clamped tightly around his head.  Her ecstatic moans echoed in his muffled ears.  Her glands pumped their fluid into her outer folds.  His tongue quickly lapped her secretions.  Her sweet taste drove him to further labor in her sultry slit.  Her hips began to squirm under his constant attack.  

Feeling her increased desire, this lowly male slave drove his tongue inside her vagina.  Her thighs relaxed their grip on his ears.  He pushed forward, penetrating deeper into her raging receptacle.  Her moans were becoming louder and more desperate.  She was ready to explode.  He pulled his tongue back, and plunged it once more into her convulsing canal.

"Oh, shit!"  The delirious Amazon squealed as her body shook with pleasurable palpitations.

Her entire body was quivering.  Goosebumps covered her feverish flesh.  Her carnal canal convulsed around his probing tongue.  Her labored breaths gradually slowed.  Her body went limp in total relaxation.  This lowly male slave raised his head.  He gazed upon her beauty.  Her face was graced with a very contented smile.  She lay back in the chair and stared hypnotically into his eyes.  He was very happy that he had pleased her.

The satiated mistress summoned her strength.  She leaned forward.  She whispered very quietly in the ear of this tired male slave.  The slave smiled at her words.  He scooted his knees backwards.  With his hands still bound behind him, he shuffled on his knees to the feet of the queen's sister.

Princess Rachel had endured a terribly, nightmarish week.  Her eldest daughter had been killed in her failed attempt to assassinate Princess Shandra.  Her youngest daughter had lied to the council.  Her middle daughter, Princess Olga, was being punished for treachery.  Her steadfast loyalty to her older sister had been severely tested.  The younger sister of the warrior-queen was frazzled.  Her striking green eyes were dulled with fatigue and distress.  Her long golden hair was tangled and unkempt.  Her sleek, sinewy soul was fraught with tension.

She watched intently as this zealous male slave perched at her feet.  He waited anxiously for her legs to part.

"Sis!"  The over-stressed princess shouted in dismay.  "I don't want to disrupt the evening with my selfish needs."

"Rach, you need some loving attention."  The exquisite elder sister replied.  "Relax, and let pussy boy ease your burden."  A coy smile crossed the face of the sultry queen.  "I promise you'll love it!"

Princess Rachel sighed in exasperation.  Her lovely legs hesitantly unfolded.

This concerned male slave trembled in anticipation as her creamy thighs spread.  He knew she had suffered with terrible anguish.  He slowly inched forward.  Sensing her tension, he thought it best that he proceed very slowly.  He gently kissed her golden pubes.  His head moved in an oval, bussing her labial folds with his osculating movements.  His face could feel the stress flow from her tensed torso.  He gently placed his tongue on her luscious labia.  His mouth ministered her now moist vulva.  He was determined to drive her dastardly demons from her soul with his talented tongue.  He continued his measured motions in a calculated effort to ease her stress.  Each tender touch of his tongue tranquilized her torturous tension.  He spent nearly fifteen minutes playfully preparing her for passionate pleasure.  

Finally, this concerned male slave felt her body was relaxed.  Her worldly worries had vanished.  Her entire being was absorbed by his touch.  He was now prepared to provide the princess with the pleasure she so desperately needed.  His tongue slithered through her silky slit.  The probing muscle found its destination.  He lightly flicked her clit.  The tiny nub quickly responded to the touches of his tongue.  He swirled his glossa around her throbbing button.  He felt her juices oozing against his chin.  He softly sucked her swollen stub.  His mouth alternately licked, sucked, and nibbled on her pith of passion.  Her body was now trembling with lust.  Her breaths were shallow and desperate.  He knew she was very close.  He puffed a breath of hot air across her enraged core.  He heard her ecstatic gasp.  He wanted nothing more than to please this tormented temptress.  He firmly grasped her reddened clit in his teeth and sucked on it with considerable force.

In one motion, the enraptured enchantress burst into a ferocious climax.  Her thighs tightened around his head with vise-like force.  Her hips thrust upward as her back stiffened.  Every muscle in her buxom body rippled in orgasmic tremors.  A loud, continuous moan escaped her luscious lips.  The ripples of the ecstatic earthquake enveloped her.  The orgasm continued to consume her, constantly exploding in renewed blasts.  Each time he thought she was finished, her frame was engulfed by another seismic onslaught.  

The orgasm lasted for five minutes.  This astonished male slave had intended to please her with several orgasms.  Her body went limp from ecstatic exhaustion.  He was unsure of his plan.  He could not decide whether he should continue.  Her legs were still locked around his head.  He could not pull out.

He slid his tongue down her sloppy slit.  Her juices gushed from her glands.  He savored the silky secretions.  His tongue reached her love canal.  He lightly traced the rim of her cavity.  Her thighs relaxed their grip on his head.  He plunged his tongue deep inside her delightful duct.  Her body once more began to respond.  Her flesh erupted in goose bumps.  Her pelvis rocked against his face.  Her legs trembled with lust.  Her canal was flooded with her juice.  He lapped her sexual secretions as he tickled her tender tissue.  He could feel her body heaving as she gasped for her breath.  Her pelvic thrusts became faster and more determined.  His tongue continued to slide around her velvety vagina.  He felt her muscles squeezing against his tongue.  Her body suddenly stiffened.  Another mind-numbing orgasm consumed her body.  The temporary paralysis from her orgasm left her motionless for several seconds.  She trembled in delight, but could not move.  His tongue felt the contractions of her pussy slowly diminish.  Her legs fell open, releasing his smashed ears.  A constant hum was emitted from her quivering lips.  

Her body was completely relaxed.  Her mind was relieved of its many worries.  She lay silently in a blissful euphoria.  Her breathing was very relaxed.  Her face showed none of the tension that had consumed her soul.  Her tanned skin was glistening with perspiration.  Her golden pubis was shiny with her juices and this slave's saliva.  Her luscious lips were graced with a pleasant smile.

This exhausted, but content male slave pulled his face from her crotch.  He slowly shuffled back several inches.  He glanced at His Beautiful Loving Countess, and flashed a wide smile to her.  She responded with a very satisfied smile.  This tired male slave turned to the mighty Amazon queen.  She likewise sported a broad smile.

Queen Xandra glanced at Countess Cathryn with a sinister smile.  Countess Cathryn nodded her head.  The Amazon queen released a hearty laugh.

"Rach, he's yours for the entire evening."  The chuckling queen informed her sister.  "Just bring him back in one piece tomorrow morning."

The exhausted princess used her arms to push herself back to a sitting position.  She turned to the redheaded visitor.  "Are you okay with this Cat?"  She asked the Countess.  Accepting a broad smile and a nod of the head as gracious consent, she smiled.  She turned her head to her sister.  "Thanks Sandy!  You'll never know how much I appreciate this."

The room was filled with chuckles.  Soon, the voices were engaged in several localized conversations.  The queen, three princesses, and two Americans chatted about many unrelated topics.  The discussions ended abruptly when Mariana announced that dinner was being served.  The two slaves carried trays with food and drink to each lady.  When all six ladies were served, the two female slaves stood by the cooking area.  Queen Xandra nodded to Mariana.  The two slaves each grabbed a plate of food and sat cross-legged on the dirt floor.  Everyone was eating, except for this lowly male slave.

His growling belly was soon relieved.  Princess Rachel began picking pieces of fruit from her plate and feeding him with her fingers.  This lowly male slave loved being fed.  He felt so protected, and so loved, when he was being fed by a mistress.  A warm glow enveloped him as he enjoyed his meal.

The meal was finished.  The ladies began talking.  The two slaves cleaned the dinner mess.  This lowly male slave remained kneeling between the delectable legs of Princess Rachel.  The conversations lasted for about an hour before Princess Rachel rose to her feet.  She tugged on his leash, prompting this lowly male slave to rise.

"Well, if you will excuse my haste, I have some very important business to tend."  The queen's sister quipped with a broad smile.  "Before we leave, pussy boy would like to bid you all a fond good night."

His chain tightened, and this lowly male slave was whisked before the queen.  He promptly fell to his knees and bent forward.  Despite having his hands bound behind him, he maintained his balance.  He furiously worshipped the royal feet.  After two or three minutes of kissing the fabulous feet of Queen Xandra, she touched his head.  He stopped his service.  His leach was tugged and he moved on his knees to Princess Shandra, then Princess Xola, and then Lady Nicole.  His final stop was before His Beautiful Loving Countess.  He passionately kissed her beautiful feet.  She tapped his head, and he straightened his back.  He was still on his knees.  His Beautiful Loving Countess leaned forward and kissed him passionately.  Her kiss was one of love, and of approval.

Princess Rachel tugged on his chain.  This lowly male slave clambered to his feet.  The anxious princess headed out of the hut at a brisk pace.  This hobbled male slave was forced to run in very short, choppy strides to keep pace.  He followed her in this manner for several hundred yards.  She never slowed her pace.  Finally, they entered a hut.  The princess stopped.  This panting male slave coasted to a stop in the middle of the hut.

Sitting on a blanket, near a fire, was Princess Ingrid.  A naked, bronze-skinned female slave was sitting beside her, telling stories.  On the other side of the female slave sat a naked, young, bronze-skinned girl.  At the sight of her mother, Princess Ingrid leapt to her feet and jumped into her mother's arms.  They hugged for several minutes.

"Ingrid, darling, how would you and Tanzi like to sleep with the queen?"  The princess asked her gleeful daughter.

"Will Shandra and Xola be there?"  The little girl asked.

"They sure will!"  Princess Rachel confirmed.

"I'd love it!"  The little girl replied.  "Come on Tanzi!"  The two young girls scrambled out of the hut and disappeared down the path.

"Yoni, come with us."  The princess ordered.  "We're spending the night back there."

Yoni looked confused.  She, like this lowly male slave, was not sure where the Amazon was indicating.  Princess Rachel tugged on the leash.  This lowly male slave scurried despite his hobble.  Once more, the pace was too fast for his bound condition.  Yoni was hurrying beside him.  They headed back up the path.  They veered into the computer center.  Once inside, they passed through the doorway into the other chamber.  The chamber was a complete dungeon.  The walls were made of straw instead of stone, but the fixtures were unmistakably cruel.

The center of the chamber was filled by a long, wide bondage table.  The table had rings all along its perimeter.  Along the outer walls were a rack, a x-frame, a bondage horse, a small bamboo cage, and a large pegboard.  The pegboard was filled with whips, clamps, dildos, and ball straps.

A hard tug on the leash sent this lowly male slave stumbling to the ground.  Princess Rachel grabbed his hair and pulled him to his knees.  His hands were unclasped, pulled in front of him, and clasped them together.  He was forced to lean forward.  His hands balanced his weight.  He was now on his hands and knees, like a dog.  A chain was clipped to his wrist cuffs and ran between his knees to his ankle cuffs.  He could not straighten his body, or lift his hands.

"You made my daughter eat the pussy of slaves.  You made my daughter eat cream pies.  You locked my daughter in a cage for four hours.  You will suffer greatly before you spend the night in the cage.  You will learn a valuable lesson about messing with Amazons."

The stern princess whispered in the ear of her female slave.  The nude slave scurried to a cabinet.  She returned with a tray.  On the tray were two double-ended dildos, two pelvic harnesses, and a jar of salve.  The two women pulled the harnesses over their feet, up their legs, and into their crotches.  They placed the dildos inside their pussies.  They snapped the dildos into the harnesses.  This frightened male slave had a fairly good idea what they planned to do next.

Princess Rachel took a handful of salve and lubricated her dildo.  She walked behind him and roughly shoved the rubber cock into his tight, resistant ass.  He squealed in pain as the huge phallus invaded his rectum.  Tears streamed down his cheeks as the forceful entry sent waves of brutal pain through him.  The princess held the dildo deep inside him.

Yoni stepped up to his face.  She gently placed her "cock" at his lips.  This suffering male slave dared not resist.  He opened his mouth and allowed her to ease it inside.

"Suck her cock!"  The Amazon ordered in a threatening tone.  "Show her how a cheap whore sucks a dick!"  The princess continued to push her dildo deep inside him.  Her right hand reached around him, and her fingers grabbed began to squeeze his battered balls.  "You had better do it well, or I'll castrate you with my bare hands!"

The threat of her hand around his balls convinced this lowly male slave to work feverishly on the rubber cock.  His head bobbed up and down as he sucked and licked the dildo with all of his might.  Princess Rachel continued to yell insults at him for several minutes.  His body was dripping in perspiration.  His jaws were sore.  He was humiliated.

Without warning, Yoni grabbed his hair.  She pulled his head into her pubis, forcing the dildo deep into her throat.  She began thrusting her hips at his head and pulling his face toward her.  She brutally fucked his face.  Princess Rachel waited a few seconds.  This degraded male slave was now adjusting to the face fucking.  Without any indication, the Amazon began humping his ass.  Her right hand savagely squeezed his balls.  Her left hand began to pump his rigid cock.

"You had better not cum!"  The threatening voice of the warrior-princess boomed in his ear.

This terrified male slave tried desperately to focus his will.  He had to control his body.  His mind was delirious from the double-ended fucking.  His mouth and throat were sore.  The dildo sent burning waves up his ass and through his innards.  The gentle massaging of his nuts was driving him crazy.  The slow, steady hand job had his dick ready to explode.  He continued to fight his body.  He continued to exert his will.  He was using every ounce of strength he could muster.

Princess Rachel continued to pump his cock with her left hand.  Her right hand slid off his balls and up his stomach.  The change in sensations broke his concentration.  Suddenly, the princess thrust her dildo deep into his ass.  At the same time, she dug her fingernails deeply into his chest.  She pulled the dildo back.  She thrust hard inside of him and drew her right hand down his chest and belly.  Her fingernails dug deep into his flesh, drawing thin lines of blood behind them.

The sudden burst of pain sent this exhausted male slave into an intense orgasm.  He spurted several globs of cum into the waiting palm of his tormentor.  He immediately felt disappointment for failing to control himself.  Then he felt fear for the punishment he knew he would receive.  Then he realized that she had purposely driven him beyond his self-control.  She had intended on him being punished.

Yoni withdrew her cock from his mouth.  The princess withdrew her cock from his ass.  The tall blonde walked to his face.  Her hand, filled with cum was near his mouth.  So was her dildo, covered in his own excrement.

"I'll give you a choice," the Amazon hissed.  "You can eat your own cum, or your own shit!"

He leaned toward her hand and reluctantly licked his cum from her palm.  It took a few seconds for him to finish.  He finally lapped the last sticky globs from her slender, powerful hand.

The strong blonde slapped his face with her left hand.  His head snapped to the side as her powerful paw landed on his right cheek.  He struggled to stifle his scream.  Quickly, her right hand swung around and exploded against his left cheek.  His head quickly snapped to the other side.  His cheeks stung from the unexpected blows.

"Only a weak, pathetic slave would cum against his mistress' orders."  She growled in an angry voice.  "Your punishment will be very painful."

Princess Rachel grabbed his hair and painfully pulled him to his feet.  She tightened her grip on his hair and led him to the bondage table.  He was shoved onto the table and rolled on his back.  His hands were quickly lashed to rings on the head of the table.  The hobble was removed from his ankle cuffs.  His feet were tethered to the foot of the table.  He was now spread-eagled on the padded bondage table.  He felt someone touch his leg.  A patch was placed on his ankle.

Yoni handed the princess a long coil of hemp rope.  Princess Rachel deliberately manipulated the rope in her hands until she had located the middle of the length.  She tied one loop very tightly around his scrotum, near the base of his cock.  She looped the rope around his scrotum and tied the loops very tight.  She took the ends of the rope between his balls and made another very tight loop around his scrotum.  His balls were now stretched and separated.  She wrapped two more loops around his scrotum.  She cinched the rope with a powerful yank.  His balls were now severely stretched and brutally squeezed by the course rope.  He already felt the burning from the rope sliding across his tender skin as she tightened each loop.  Now, his balls began to scream from the pain of being squeezed by the bonds.

The tight bondage around his balls caused his cock to become aroused.  The drug patch was now taking effect.  He assumed the patch would prevent orgasms.  He felt a tug on the ropes.  His balls were painfully pulled downward.  The ropes were tied to the frame of the table.  He was stretched very tightly on the table.  He could barely squirm.  Now, any movement would pull tighter on his balls.  The pain was nearly intolerable.  He knew it could get worse.  He fully expected that it would get much worse.

The stern princess whispered in the ear of her female slave.  The nude woman climbed onto the table.  She straddled this lowly male slave.  She lowered her black-haired bush onto his face.  Her legs pinned his shoulders to the table.  Her crotch smothered his face.  He gasped for air as her hot pussy surrounded his mouth and nose.  He responded in the only way he could.  He began licking her well-lubricated womanhood.  He struggled desperately to bring her to orgasm.  The sooner she came, the sooner he could breathe.

"Eeeeyyyyyiiiiii!"  His muffled scream sounded from beneath Yoni's body.  

Princess Rachel was standing between his legs.  She had delivered a short, but sharp slap to his swollen testicles.  The familiar surge of gut-wrenching pain shot through his torso.  He was totally helpless.  His body was tightly stretched and his shoulders were pinned to the table.

"Princess?"  Yoni spoke.  "May your slave have permission to cum?"

"Yes, you may."  The princess responded softly.

The petite slave shifted her weight and drove her pussy more forcefully over the mouth and nose of the trapped male slave.  Her legs pressed harder against his shoulders.  Yoni reached behind her with both hands.  Each hand grabbed a small tit of the helpless male.  She forcefully dug her nails deep into his tender flesh.  She felt his tongue begin to move against her hot vagina.

This desperate male slave drove his tongue deeper inside the slick walls of her womanhood.  He struggled to overcome the incredible pain in his own groin.  The bondage was very painful.  The slap from the princess had been paralyzing.  He was slowly recovering from the vicious blow.

"Eeeyyyyyaaaahhhh!"  He screeched into Yoni's pussy as Princess Rachel landed another sharp, stinging blow to his tortured testes.

His pain was unbearable.  He saw stars before his eyes.  He could not control his body.  His tongue stopped moving.  He felt the painful digging of Yoni's fingernails into his chest.  He gasped for air as her pussy smothered his face.  His pain was becoming more bearable.  He realized that Yoni was cumming on his face.  He still could not muster the control to move his tongue.

"Eeeeyyyyiiiiaaa!"  He screamed into her convulsing pussy.  The third swat had landed viciously against his balls.  He stiffened in pain, and the room went black.

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"Aaaagggghhhhhhh!"  This startled male slave gasped.  He jerked from the splash of cold water on his head and shoulders.  His movement was very short.  His body was doubled over.  He could barely move.  The short movement he could make had jerked viciously at his balls.  He recoiled in pain.

He slowly grasped his newest predicament.  He was doubled over in the wooden cage.  His hands were clipped behind his back.  His feet were hobbled together.  His butt was on his heels.  His head was near his knees.  His back touched the top of the cage.  His head touched the front and his butt touched the back.  He was tightly confined in the cage.  The rope was still tightly tied around and between his balls.  The ends of the rope were tied to an eyebolt in the wall several feet from the cage.  Any movement he made pulled the ropes tightly against his balls.

Princess Rachel stood in front of the cage holding a bucket.  She had thrown a bucket of very cold water into his face.  His body was shivering as the water trickled down his back and shoulders.  Yoni stood behind the cage.  The princess nodded to her slave.  Yoni lifted her foot and placed it on the rope.  She pressed downward.  The rope sank toward the floor and pulled painfully at his balls.  This shivering male slave used all of his will to suppress the scream of agony.  A muffled grunt escaped his lips.

This miserable male slave realized that his mouth was filled with a large ring gag.  The gag fastened tightly behind his head and under his chin.  Princess Rachel reached into the cage and grabbed two leather straps that attached to the ring gag.  She looped each strap around a bar in the front of the cage.  She threaded the strap through a buckle on the gag.  She tightened the straps, pulling his face tightly against the bars.  His mouth was now firmly held against the front of the cage.  His head was forcefully tilted backward.  The princess could now force anything she wished through the ring.  He would have no choice but to swallow or drown.

Yoni appeared beside her mistress.  She held a strange penis attachment.  The penis was very large.  It would be very uncomfortable.  The top of the penis attached to a large bag.  Princess Rachel put the penis through the ring.  The long, wide cock touched the back of his throat.  She clamped the penis into the ring.  She lifted the bag and hung it from a chain that reached from the ceiling.

"What shall I put in the bag?"  She asked in a whimsical tone.  "We could piss in it.  You want to drink our piss all night?"  She grinned at this terrified male slave.  "How about a nice mixture of coconut milk and cum?"  She chuckled in an evil manner.  "Our male slaves are milked every day.  We have plenty of cum."

The princess nodded to Yoni.  The slave scurried to a large flask.  She returned with the bulging vessel.  She began to pour the slimy liquid into the pouch.  She poured about two gallons into the pouch.  Immediately, a slow trickle of coconut milk with globs of slimy additive began to ease into his mouth.  He swallowed repeatedly as the slimy liquid filled his mouth.  All too soon, he was forced to swallow again, and again, and again.

The liquid was flowing at a very slow rate.  This lowly male slave was still swallowing about every twenty seconds.  His stomach was already feeling very full and bloated.  He knew that the large bag of liquid would cause him to urinate frequently, and probably vomit.

It is very difficult to sleep in the same room with two very attractive women making love to each other.  It is more difficult when you are uncomfortably bound and stuffed in a small cage.  It is impossible to sleep when you have slimy liquid continuously trickling into your mouth and down your throat.  This lowly male slave let his mind race.  His legs cramped from being doubled over.  His shoulders ached from being pulled backward.  His balls were on fire from the  horrible hemp rope.  His neck was stiff from being bent backward by his mouth bound against the cage.  His stomach was full of milk and slime.  His bladder felt like it would explode.

A duet of lustful screams and moans announced the first simultaneous orgasm for Princess Rachel and her slave.  The night was filled with several refrains.  Since the purpose of the evening was to relieve the princess of her stress, the night was successful.  This lowly male slave had figured he would play a much more active part in her pleasure.  Strange, he thought, how life often throws us a curve.

Daylight peeked through the door of the "dungeon."  This lowly male slave glanced at the reservoir on his penis gag.  The liquid was nearly gone.  His stomach ached from the generous flow of slimy milk.  His bladder had failed him several times during the night.  He knelt inside the small cage, his knees resting in puddles of foul smelling urine.  Every muscle and joint in his body seemed to be on fire.  He was sore.  He was tired.  He was sleepy.

Hours had passed since the women had gasped in ecstasy.  They had fallen asleep in a passionate embrace.  The sounds of women gasping in orgasms distracted this lowly male slave from his self-pity.  He heard the sounds of whispering and kissing.

His mind had returned to contemplating his own misery, when his entire body jerked in pain.  A giggle behind him let him know that Yoni had silently crept to his cage.  She had stepped on the rope and pulled his balls through the bars of the cage.

"You smelly little pig!"  The angry voice of Princess Rachel vibrated through the hut.  "First, you cum all over my hand - without permission, I might add.  Then, you piss all over the floor.  Didn't the Countess house train you?"

This lowly male slave knew she had intentionally put him in a situation of certain failure.  He had been a slave long enough to know one thing for sure.  When a mistress wants a reason to punish a slave, she will create a violation to be punished.  His only hope at this time was that her anger was being feigned.  He sincerely hoped she was playing a cruel, but harmless game.

The vicious tugging on his manhood ceased.  Yoni appeared behind her mistress.  Princess Rachel leaned over and roughly removed the penis from his mouth.  She unfastened the straps that held his mouth against the cage.  His head fell downward.  The cage was opened from the top, then the front.  This stiff male slave was yanked from the cage.  Every muscle and joint in his body resisted as the Amazon pulled him to his feet.  

He stood before the beautiful princess and her bronze slave.  His hands were still clasped behind him.  His feet were still hobbled.  His balls were still viciously bound in the course hemp rope.  The ring gag was still tightly fastened around his head.  The petite female slave reached down and grabbed the ends of the rope.  She pulled the to her, pulling his balls at the same time.

"Yoni will bathe you."  Princess Rachel decreed in a stern voice.  "Then, you will return to me and receive your punishment."

"Mmmggggppphh!  Uuugghhhh aawwwwwyyyy mmmmmnnn bbbbnnnnnsssssddd!"  This lowly male slave protested vehemently.  No matter how hard he tried, he could not articulate through the ring-gag.  Surely, he had already been punished for his "crimes."  Tears formed in his eyes.  His body was ravished by pain.  His balls were bruised, and his scrotum was bloody with rope burns.  His stomach was full of coconut milk and slime.

With a gruff tug on the rope, Yoni led him into the main path of the village.  Several Amazon women were moving around their houses.  Each of them stopped and stared with delight at the bound male slave being painfully led toward the bathhouse.  Once inside, Yoni scrubbed him with a soft cloth.  She washed his hair three times to rid him of the smelly sweat.  She washed his legs thoroughly to remove the urine.  She toweled him dry with gentle strokes of a fluffy towel.  She began to massage his aching body with soothing herbal balm.  His aches and pains slowly faded under the gentle massage.  By the time Yoni had finished, his body felt much better.  He was very sleepy.  His genitals were still very irritated and bruised.  But, he felt much more capable of surviving his next punishment.  

Having removed the rope from his manhood during his bath, Yoni now clipped a leash on his collar.  A gentle tug guided him toward the door.  His walk back down the path was slightly less humiliating than his assent.  He was still nude, bound, and collared.  At least, he was no longer bound and pulled by his balls.  he was led before Princess Rachel.  He fell to his knees and began to kiss her feet.  She stepped back.  This lowly male slave kept his head bowed.

"You have already received your punishment for cumming without permission."  She said without emotion.  "You have now been punished for acting like a master with my daughter."  She briefly paused for effect.  "You will not be punished for pissing in the cage, as that was expected."  She paused again.  "Do you know why you are about to be punished?"

"No, Your Highness."  This trembling male slave meekly muttered.

"You allowed me to oversleep.  You allowed Yoni and me to enjoy ourselves too long this morning."  She paused for another dramatic moment.  "Your punishment will be very harsh."

This frightened male slave was perfectly silent as he was led to the center of the room.  His hands were unclasped and pulled over his head.  They were fastened to a chain that dropped from the ceiling.  The hobble between his feet was removed.  His ankles were then fastened to a spreader bar.  He was once more helpless.

Princess Rachel stood with her back to this lowly male slave.  She was giving Yoni very explicit instructions.  The bronze-skinned slave listened intently to the detailed instructions.  Soon, the Amazon turned to face her subject.

"Slave drew, you have been charged and found guilty of allowing your mistress to oversleep.  You have also been found guilty of allowing her to receive sexual pleasure."  

Her stern face and gruff voice seemed totally out of context with his "crimes."  This lowly male slave had been punished for some bizarre things.  He had never been punished for such nonsensical "offenses" in his brief career.

"Your punishment will be two orgasms in the mouth of my trusty slave."  She paused and grinned.  "May Freyja have mercy on your miserable soul!"

Yoni rushed to the captive.  She knelt before his groin.  Her lips and tongue began their magical movements.  Her efforts were rewarded with two very intense orgasms.  She had not worked very hard.  This horny male slave had no problem completing his sentence very quickly.




Chapter 12 - Farewells and Greetings 


Thursday had started in a very strange manner.  This lowly male slave was in minimal discomfort from his night in the cage.  The herbal salve had relieved most of his pain.  His balls were rather sensitive.  The only real problem was lack of sleep.  He was given some tea, which quickly squelched his need to slumber.

He remembered that they were leaving the island this morning.  He had worked up a sweat enduring his "punishment."  Two orgasms in the mouth of a beautiful female slave were very pleasant, but very exhausting.  He was led once more to the bath hut.  

He had missed the soft touch and beautiful face of Leesha.  He had so enjoyed her morning attentions.  He was happy though, because this morning, he was allowed to bathe with Countess Cathryn.  Actually, his hands were still cuffed behind him.  He was bathed by Countess Cathryn.  She made sure that he was very clean, and very frustrated.  Twice during his bath, she had scolded him for almost cumming.

Following the baths, everyone met in the royal hut for breakfast.  The mood was somber.  Everyone was saddened by the end of the visit.  Even the female slaves were moping around during their preparations.  Following the meal, this lowly male slave had his hands repositioned in front of him with a six-inch hobble.  He was then instructed to load the luggage on the plane.

This lowly male slave needed several trips to load the luggage on the crude wooden cart.  Countess Cathryn and Lady Nicole each had several pieces full of clothing.  There were a few other items, such as boxes of drug patches.  There was one piece of luggage that this confused male slave could not comprehend.  It appeared to contain clothing and keepsakes belonging to Princess Shandra.  He knew that His Kind and Gracious Princess was not returning to America.  He struggled with the logic for a few minutes before conceding the futility.

A member of the Royal Guard was standing near the cart.  Once the cart was ready, she nodded to this lowly male slave.  He positioned the wooden yoke on his shoulders and began his long journey to the plane.  The blistering tropical sun beat upon his sweaty flesh.  The island was beautiful, but this sun made work very demanding.  His journey through the village was of very little interest to the Amazons, who had been so intrigued by his efforts a few days earlier.  The long trek was finally finished.  He labored to carry the luggage up the stairs and into the plane.  By the time he was finished, he was exhausted.  Panting for air, he looked beseechingly at his guard.  Her glare told him that rest was not to be his.  He shouldered the yoke and returned the empty cart to the village.

This lowly male slave was gasping for air as he approached the large huts.  His heart fluttered at the incredible sight before him.  Queen Xandra and Princess Shandra were adorned in their skimpy buckskins.  Countess Cathryn and Lady Nicole were wearing their customary khaki ensemble.  Leesha, Yoni, and the other three female slaves were standing naked at one side of the group, waiting for instructions.  Five of the Royal Guards were standing nearby maintaining a vigilant watch.

Princess Xola was missing from the group.  Just then, she emerged from the royal hut.  She was dressed like an American college girl.  Her gorgeous, large breasts strained against her revealing black halter.  Her very short, tight-fitting blue jean shorts revealed the perfect shape of her butt.  Her shapely, long legs were beautifully capped by a pair of sandals.  Her long golden hair was braided in a wide ponytail.  Small gold hoops dangled from her ear lobes.  She wore a sturdy gold chain with a familiar medallion.  The medallion was identical to the one frequently worn by her older sister.  In her hand was a small pouch-like purse.  This lowly male slave finally began to understand the luggage.  The clothing he had thought belonged to Princess Shandra actually belonged to her younger sister.  Princess Xola was going to America.

Anger quickly flushed through this lowly male slave.  Nobody had told him anything.  He had found out that His Kind and Gracious Princess was going home through a slip of the tongue by the princess.  He had been given only sketchy details of the trip.  He was blindly led through all of the pleasure and torment of the week.  Now, he had figured out that Princess Xola was going back with them.  He might only be a slave, but he deserved to be told about these things.  Quickly his anger was doused by guilt.  He was only a slave.  He had absolutely no right to expect any information.  He hung his head in shame.  Fortunately, he was the only person present that knew his crime.  Just as quickly, he was startled back to reality by a female voice.

"Wow, sis!"  The voice exclaimed loudly.  "You look fabulous!"  Princess Shandra was giving her younger sibling a thorough visual examination.

The younger Amazon blushed at the compliment.  "I feel strange.  I'm not used to these clothes."  A scowl enveloped her lovely face.

"You'll get used to them," her sister said reassuringly.  "Pussy boy, tell her what you think."

"Your Highness, the opinion of this lowly male slave is rarely given any regard."  He mumbled while searching for words.  "But, you look absolutely gorgeous."

"Thank you, pussy boy!"  The young warrior-princess said in an appreciative tone.  She glanced at the throbbing erection that had recently erupted between the legs of this slave.  "I guess the boys will love it."  She giggled as the entire group chuckled.

The group proceeded through the village and headed toward the plane.  Once the group neared the plane, everyone stopped and began exchanging good byes.  His Loving and Beautiful Countess grabbed her horny male slave by the arm.  She pulled him next to her.  A short line was formed by Lady Nicole, Countess Cathryn, this embarrassed male slave, and Princess Xola.

Princess Rachel was the first to traverse the line.  She hugged Lady Nicole and softly said goodbye.  Next, she hugged Countess Cathryn and briefly exchanged parting wishes.  Then, she stepped to this lowly male slave.

"Well, pussy boy," she began.  "I wish I could have spent some time with you under more enjoyable circumstances."  She kissed him passionately.  "I think I could have really enjoyed some fresh blood."  She chuckled as a small gasp escaped the lips of the stunned slave.

"Perhaps you will be able to visit America soon, Your Highness."  This disappointed male slave whispered.  "Your slave will do his pathetic best to please you."

"That is an offer I can't refuse."  She said as she leaned forward and pecked his forehead with a brief kiss.

The sister of the queen stepped to Princess Xola, and hugged her niece.  Princess Shandra was next to move through the line.  She bade very passionate, tearful farewells to her two friends.  She stepped to this very sorrowful male slave.

"We've had some great times together."  She exclaimed tearfully as she crushed her slave with a fierce hug.  "We will see each other again."  She sobbed as the emotion of the farewells overwhelmed her.

"Your pathetic pussy boy will miss His Kind and Gracious Princess."  Tears flowed freely from his reddened eyes.  His words were labored through his sobs.  "Take good care of your arm, you'll need it to torture this pathetic male slave when you see him again."

"I'll take good care, but remember, I could kick your puny little ass with only one arm."  She smiled playfully and brushed tears from her own cheeks.

Princess Shandra stepped away and joined her younger sister in a tearful hug.  Their sisterly affection was very strong despite their long separation.  They chatted and kissed for a very long time.  At the same time, Queen Xandra was embracing her long-time friends.  She hugged both of the American mistresses.  She spoke to them for several minutes.  Then she stepped to this awestruck male slave.  She surrounded him with a warm hug as she stole his breath with a deep kiss.  She stepped back and slowly scanned his body with her icy blue eyes.  She turned to her redheaded colleague.

"I approve of him Cat!"  The tall, beautiful, blonde Amazon Queen said with a sly grin.  "He's a wonderful slave, even if he is a man.  You have my blessing."

"Thank you, Sandy."  The red-haired Irish Countess whispered.  "Your blessings mean so much to me."  She stepped forward to hug the queen once more.

Queen Xandra once more moved in front of this bewildered male slave.  She pointed her slim, strong finger at his nose.  "You had better be very obedient for my friend.  If I have to come to America to correct you, you'll wish you had never been born."

"Yes, Your Highness," this frightened male slave muttered in self-defense.  "This lowly male slave always tries his pathetic best to please his mistresses."

She smiled and rubbed her finger across his cheek.  She stepped to her youngest daughter.  The buxom, blonde beauties embraced in an emotional farewell.  Princess Shandra joined the embrace as the close-knit royal family prepared for another long separation.

Lady Nicole headed up the stairs and entered the plane.  She sat in the cockpit and fired the jet engines.  Countess Cathryn led her teary-eyed male slave up the stairs.  She stopped at the doorway and waited for Princess Xola.  As the young princess reached the door, she turned and waved a reluctant good bye to her family.

"Take good care of my baby!"  Queen Xandra shouted over the roar of the engines.

"You know we will!"  Countess Cathryn yelled in reply.

The Queen yelled once more.  "And take good care of him!  He really is a good boy!"
 

 - The end -