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Female Husbandry

FEMALE HUSBANDRY SOMETIMES EXCITING THINGS HAPPEN AT WORK, EVEN FARM WORK. Based on a post by Farmerjill [https://www.literotica.com/authors/Farmerjill/works]. Listen to the Podcast [https://archive.org/download/summer-2025_202506/FemaleHusbandry.mp3] at Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://archive.org/download/summer-2025_202506/FemaleHusbandry.jpg] You think Farming is Boring? Maybe Not! My name is Connor Dixon and I am a beef farmer. I don't think farming is boring, I really like it but I know most people do. When I go to a function from my wife's work it is always the same. "What do you do?" They ask me. "I am a farmer." I tell them. Then it goes one of three ways, there is the joke route which usually ends in something like "where's the beef?" kind of thing. Then there is the inane question route, "do brown cows make brown milk?" Finally there is the change the topic, hope this guy goes away route. Yes, some people are really interested or are related to a farmer but that happens less and less as fewer and fewer people are farmers. I don't understand what is so exciting about sitting in a cubicle everyday and staring at a computer screen. Most people have boring jobs, even firemen spend most of the time doing boring things. Thank God that they aren't having to save people and fight fires every minute like on tv, but come on, hanging around a firehall for 24 hrs is boring day in day out. Now having said that, I will admit that farming does have some boring moments. The summer is busy but it is pretty unexciting. I grow beef so that means, cut hay, rake hay, bale hay and put hay away-then repeat. Driving around those same fields can get a little monotonous. Yes, you have to pay attention to what is going on because things can go wrong in an instant but usually it is pretty dull. That is why you have to enjoy the little things that happen during the day that spice things up. Sometimes you get to see a fawn and it's mother come out into the field. Other times you are up early and the sun rise is just extra special. Pulling a calf out of a cow in distress is always exciting, and usually really messy. Of course there are the times when you meet up with a fellow farmer and you stop your tractor next to his and share important information. This can be very exciting depending on who did what to whom and when and where. Of course we talk farm stuff too but most people tell me long term weather forecasts and crop futures are boring. Last of all are the moments we farmers cherish, the moments that really put a spring in our step and a smile on our faces. I will give you an example. I rent or own 11 pieces of land and they are not continuous so I have to drive between them. One of the pieces I rent is owned by a nice widow who lives at the corner of 2 gravel roads. She has a house on the north side and she quite often is not home visiting her kids and grand kids in town. On the east gravel road a family of 4 lives. Mom and dad are in their late 20s or early 30s and their children are about 5 and 6. I say hi to them when I see them and if I do see them, I usually tell them what I'm up to and when. You don't want to be cutting hay during a birthday party or something like that. The guy told me his name once but I'll admit I don't remember it. The woman who has never told me her name is what makes my days sometimes very exciting. You see she likes to wear tight short. It seems to me after 5 years of driving around her house working on hay that she is still wearing the shorts she had before she had kids. She has kept a few baby pounds on her and that makes her shorts tight, too small, and very exciting. From the rear you can see just a little bit of her bum coming out of her shorts. That really turns me on. The shorts are also always so tight that you can't see any panty lines. She unfortunately doesn't own any "daisy dukes' but the ones she does own are different colors but all of them are of a material that makes them like a second skin. Now when you see her from the front it gets even better. I love camel toes. Sometimes my wife wears something that gives her a camel toe and it always gets a rise out of me. The problem is my wife always wears panties and she always "fixes it" when she sees me drooling. It was not always like this however when we were young, she would wear tight shorts and it lead to great sex. So now I have to watch her at the right moment and there will a little bit of a camel toe but nothing like what this woman from the east gravel road house has! Her shorts ride right up her slit and her lips are so plump! It is the most enticing camel toe I have ever scene. Every time I see it my cock starts to get hard and I just want to stop the tractor and bury my face in it. Then if there is still time, I look at her top. Her t-shirts are also very tight and she doesn't seem to ever wear bras. She has these baseball size tits that are still quite firm after the kids. When she walks, they don't bounce as much a jiggle. It is a sight to behold. Her t-shirts also tend to be in light colors so when the sun hits them right or water gets on them, they are see through. She has nice little button nipples and big areolas. It is a sight to behold. I sometimes have trouble steering trying to look at her ass or camel toes or jiggly boobs. I also am very disappointed when she is not around, which is most of the time. Some of you might be wondering at this point about what her face looks like. It is fine enough, no buck teeth, or crooked warted nose, but who cares anyway with all the rest she has going on! GETTING PLUGGED. The reason I am telling you this is because last June when I was baling hay my baler pick up got plugged. This happens sometimes but it is usually not to hard to unplug. I pulled out the canvas tarp I keep rolled up by the fender. Since I was shirtless, I spread it out, then laid on it while I began clearing out the clog. There I was under the baler pulling out the mass of hay when the most amazing thing happened. I was getting near done when I noticed, out of the corner of my eye; the woman was walking toward me. I don't know if she could see my face but all I could see was that camel toe approaching. I was sure that her shorts were even tighter that day, so it was looking really plump and inviting. As she moved closer, I was certain I could even see a little nub at the top of the slit; which must be her clit. At this point I should mention that I am wearing coveralls and boots. Under my coveralls are just a pair of thin cotton boxers. I am so preoccupied with the rapidly approaching camel toe that I don't really realize I am hard. When she got closer, I made sure I got back to working on the baler. "I m Mindy. Looks like you are having a bad day, or maybe a hard day?" Wow, I can't believe that this 20 something babe is flirting with me! I might be 54, but I'm sure she is flirting, because she made the word "hard" 2 syllables. She used this deep throaty growl for the "h" which then morphed into a sultry "ard." The way she says hard is so exhilarating it makes me harder. I manage to reply, "Sometimes this stuff happens, it will be fixed soon." "You sure look hot and sweaty down there. I bet you could use some lemonade to brighten up your day." It must have been heat stroke because before I engaged my brain I replied, "My day is already brighter seeing you in those shorts, and lemonade would be nice. I drank all of my water." She giggled. I made this woman giggle; and now she was off to get me lemonade! Of course I watched her beautiful ass walk all the way back to the house. Then I redoubled my efforts, so I would be done when she came back. When I saw her leaving the house with two glasses of lemonade, I was just finishing up, so I stood up so I could shake the hay off the tarp. Then I spread it out again, behind the big tractor wheel, where a late afternoon shade helped me cool down. When she came around the tractor, I was sitting with my back leaning on the tractor. She knelt down facing me, then handed me the lemonade; and then asked me a question, "I can't believe you like these old shorts. Your just trying to be nice. Do you really like them?" All of my blood was in my cock, and it was doing all the thinking and talking for me, "Are you kidding! You look positively stunning, if I was your husband and saw you in those, I would be on you in a second." She then did an incredible thing. She placed her two hands on the front of her shorts palms down. As she moved her hands up her shorts, she then continued speaking, "These old things, he doesn't even notice. When he comes home from work, he just gets a beer, I don't even get a kiss." The motion of her hands while she said this, was mesmerizing. Her efforts resulted in an even bigger and fuller camel toe! "If it was me, I would take one look at your ass in those shorts and I would give you a kiss that curled your toes, then I would go upstairs to our bedroom and get that coin jar we have on the dresser. I would take it outside and throw it all over the back yard. Then I would get the kids and tell them there was $17.93 out there and if they could find it all they could have it. That would keep them busy for a good hour I figure. Then I would pick you up plop you on the counter and lick your camel toe right through your shorts." She stopped my dialogue at that point and told me; I am a more visual person. You should show me what you mean. So I leaned forward and brought her in close and gave her an enthusiastic kiss. Then I laid her down on the tarp and proceeded to lick her camel toe. She started to grind her shorts into my face and I took that as a signal to pull her shorts down. What a set of lips! They were engorged with blood and begging to be worshiped. I started licking the one on the left and then moved to the right. By the time I starting sucking on them, she came! I then started to probe her slit with my tongue. She really liked that! When I started to alternate between licking her clit and fucking her with my tongue, she started to shake. I figured she was getting really close, so I took her clit in my mouth and started to suck. She screamed and squirted all over my face. Then she begged me to stop so I went up for the baseballs. Under that t-shirt were two of the most amazing tits I have ever made love too. They were a perfect handful. Her nipples were pretty sensitive, and I just love to get my whole mouth around her areolas. While I was doing that, she undid the snaps on my coveralls and they fell down. I stood and took off my boots so the Osh Kosh could fall right off. She then pulled off my very tented sweaty white boxers. She really seemed impressed with my Fat Turgid phallic farmer, and started to drop down to her knees, as I leaned back on the big tractor tire. I had to tell her it was pretty sweaty down there." "I like hot and sweaty; especially your nice sweaty and swollen cock. Your manly aroma brings out a lustful passion in me" What a woman! I'm not sure my cock could get harder at this point, but if it could, it did. She then proceeded to give me an all-star blow job. As you can imagine, I did not last long, and soon I was shooting ropes of cum into her mouth. As I expelled my third blast, she continued a soft tongue-stroking on the underside of my shaft.  Opening my eyes again, I saw her pretty blue eyes looking up to mine, and smiling as she slowly slid her mouth off my cock. As my todger dropped from her tight lips, I saw her smile brightly, a creamy drool seaping down from the side of her mouth.  Then her long tongue skillfully swept the wayward jizz back in, followed by a happy swallow. I slid sown the wheel rim til I was seated, and naked, I finished off the lemonade. We took a little break after that as she drank her lemonade. She finished hers and put her glass down, and started to stroke my cock. I was so keyed up, it was already semi hard. She soon had it ready to go. She pushed me back and climbed her naked curvy body aboard my hips. After 2 kids she was surprisingly tight. It felt amazing as she worked my cock like a champ. Gawd, your thick monster is so good! She declared. I had the privilege of watching her breasts jiggle with every move she made. Soon she had the angle just right and her climax was imminent. As I reached up to fondle her breasts, her eyes rolled back in her head and she came. It must have been intense because she stopped moving and then slumped onto my chest. When she finally looked up into my eyes, I told her we needed to change positions. Obviously, I wanted to do her doggy style after lusting after her butt for 5 years. She slid to my side and lifted one leg high. I rolled out and knelt between her spread knees, her head resting on her forearms, on the corner of the tarp. It was now all about me, and I was out to "ride her hard and put her away wet." I just let loose, pounding into her open cunt like there was no tomorrow. Apparently, she really liked what I was doing because soon she was slamming back as I hammered forward. I had already cum once, so I was in for the long haul and it was heaven. Her ass looked even better while I fucked her than it did in those shorts. I watched as my thick shaft pistoned her, the skin of her lips stretching outward as I retracted, then consume my phallus as I penetrated, to the stretched far end of her womb. All good things must cum to an end, however; and when she started to climax again, that sent me over the edge and I joined her euphoria. Completely spent I slumped to the ground beside her, to catch my breath. She did the same as she spooned into me. Her shoulder ust under my extended arm. She pulled the arm down and placed my palm on her lower tit. Taking a queue, I reached my upper arm around, and palmed her other tit. We laid there, savoring the moment. Perhaps  to 8 minutes passed, then her ass started a subtle wiggle and my cock twitched. Problem was, I had to finish baling. I thanked her for such kindness. She said the honor was her s. Adding that her body needed some intimate attention for several days, now.  Soon enough she was back in her clothes and headed to the house after one more steamy kiss. I may want to do this again, when I need more than I m getting.  I was back on the tractor and after watching her ass return to her house, I resumed my work. I never saw her again that summer but one more exciting thing did happen. I was back at that same field, But the young mother was soon driving off with the two little kids. As I was cutting the second cut in late August. I thought I saw her back in the driveway, stepping out of a different vehicle. She waved, but it wasn't her. it was someone similar but a bit older. As I continued to drive around the field, I continued to study this new woman, washing her car. I concluded it was her mom. She was wearing very blue tight shorts, I think they were stretchy like yoga pants, but shorts, instead. Very tight and nice to look at. She wore a white cotton halter top. The mom was bigger than her daughter, more the size of cantaloupes than baseballs. There was certainly more sag but there also was no bra involved and the bouncing was great to watch. I finished cutting the hay and stopped to put my disc mower into travel mode. I was pretty close to the house at this point and the woman waved to me. I waved back, and called hello. She waved me over to where she held the garden hose, and since I had sunglasses on, I could fully scope her out without looking like a perv. She definitely had nice tits that bounced with every step. Her top was wet from hosing down the car, revealing dark circles, and pointed tenting of the translucent cloth. The nipples were bigger than her daughter but the areolas seemed proportionately smaller. The camel toe however was divine! She had pulled up her shorts before I came over when she thought I wasn't looking. Her lips seemed even puffier than her daughter s, and her slit was a darker shade of blue than the rest of her shorts. This could only mean one thing, that she was hot to trot and ready to rock; I mean fuck. My cock of course, rose to the occasion in my coveralls. She made sure to take a long look down at my thick farmer pole. She didn't even try the lemonade route. She just was blunt and we got down to business. "I m Betty. Mindy s gone with the kids til 4.Looks like you re having a good ha-ard day," she said with the same two syllable pronunciation and a twinkle in her eye. I concluded that this was a set up, and I better take advantage quick. Haying follows a predictable pattern. Depending on the weather, 3 or 4 days after cutting is raking. Then later that day or the following day is baling. Thus the daughter had obviously known when to have mom come over. Soon we were making out like no tomorrow. I had to feel that camel toe so I moved my hand down to the front of her spandex shorts and traced the outline with my finger. She definitely was wet; she had soaked the front of the shorts. She also was ready to go and started to hump my hand. I quickly peeled off her shorts and rolled them down. My finger found her clit and I started to circle it. She moaned into my kiss and I then knelt down to taste her. I helped her scoot up onto the back trunk of her Cadillac. I was just starting to work on her, when she climaxed. She laid there, naked with her knees up for a minute, Then she didn't waste any time sliding off the car and getting me out of my coveralls and boxers. Then she pulled my cock along as she walked over to the hammock, strung between two Oak Trees. She set me crossways, across the double hammock and knelt on the grass. Her mouth skills were very developed, and my cock was down her throat in seconds. The pleasure was immense, but she wanted to savor my thick meat in her cunt, so she stopped before my cream erupted in her warm throat. Pulling me to my feet, she the laid face-down on the hammock, her weight supported by her arms, and urged me to plow her depths. I knelt on the grass and soon had her ass slapping my hips as the hammock rocked our action. She was laid over and I was balls deep in her pussy. I got on my feet and squatted, my knees wide as I thrusted into her compressed pussy. I couldn't help but reach under her and grab her swinging tits. I tried my best to hold off, but this all was too much for me and I exploded in her. As I pulled out, she let out a sad sigh and inquired if I was ready or able for more? "I hope you're not done because I'm not finished with you." She then had me lay on the hammock, then she straddled over my in 69; and started a gentle process of calling my cock back into the game. I was licking her clit while my fingers fondled her cunt and asshole. She took my cock in her mouth and started to deep throat me. When she had me fully lodged, she started to do this humming thing and I was rock hard. Taking my cock in hand she twisted her body sideways, then looked me in the eye, "I need this in my ass. Use the mess in my pussy for lube." Now I have to take a minute to tell you how much I love anal sex. My wife is not a fan, so I get it exactly two times a year, on my birthday and when I use my coupon. My wife made me a coupon I can use once a year for anal. Let me tell you, no other decision I make receives the amount of attention that I give to using that coupon! So it was my pleasure to oblige this lady and give her what she wanted. I laid her on her back because missionary is best for anal. You can play with her pussy or tits while you fuck. She was right that there was plenty of our combined fluids to lube her up and soon I was pumping into her ass at a steady pace. The flowing of the hammock s motions just added to the thrill. It was like my college days, when waterbeds were the fad. She clearly was enjoying herself, so I started to use my thumb on her clit. Taking her cantaloupes in hand, she soon was sucking on her own nipples and that was driving me wild. I increased the pace in her ass and I could feel her orgasm building. I decided she should share her nipples so while she worked on the one on the left, I took care of the one on the right. This was driving her wild and when she was almost there, I lightly bit her nipple and she exploded in ecstasy. I continued to plow into her until I filled her bowels with my second load. After resting with her for a while, I offered to help her finish washing her Sedan De Ville. Buck naked we used the sponge in the soapy pail, to shower off each other. Then we gave the car a 2nd scrub, followed by a thorough rinse. All the while we were buck naked. My willy was flopping and my sack was swinging. But the best sight was her pendulous naked tits swaying and rocking as she sponged the luxury car. My body air-dried by the time the car was clean. I got dressed as she stepped over to the gazebo, to grab her phone, which was propped up on the table. Connor, what s your cell number? She asked. I told her, and soon my phone dinged, from the hip pocket. I sent you a text, and a link to my private cloud storage. It s to the video we just made. After a lingering kiss, I got back on the tractor I couldn't help but think to myself, that next time my wife has a work party I'll tell all those city people who has the more exciting job! I got to see two babes in tight shorts and braless tight t-shirts at work, I also had the pleasure of not just seeing but tasting two of the sweetest camel toes ever. I got fucked by a mother and daughter in the same field on different days. Moreover, I don't even know their names! I bet they can't say that they had that kind of summer in their miserable little office boxes. If that isn't exciting then I don't know what is! I could hardly wait for the next party. Wait a minute I can't say any of that. I guess at the next one of my wife's parties I will just be the boring farmer with the shit-eating grin on his face say nothing.  Based on a post by Farmerjill [https://www.literotica.com/authors/Farmerjill/works], for Literotica. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories].

Amazon ‘Fiction’: Part 3

AMAZON ‘FICTION’: PART 3 THE LOST VALLEY - GOING HOME. Based on a post by Farmer Jill [https://www.literotica.com/authors/Farmerjill/works], in 3 parts. Listen to the Podcast [https://archive.org/download/summer-2025_202506/AmazonFiction3.mp3] at Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://archive.org/download/summer-2025_202506/AmazonFiction3.jpg] We both were exhausted from the fighting. Deianira had a hand on her throat, rubbing it unconsciously. I prayed as I moved, that my balls would stop hurting. The crowd was going wild, this was turning into a great fight. Then there was a loud bang and crash outside the hall. The Amazon's closest to the windows and doors began to fall to the ground. It seemed like an invisible wave was knocking everyone out. The wave washed over me and I was out like a light. I awoke in another medical room. It looked like the ones in the other villages. I was in a hospital bed with no restraints. I sat up and took a look around. There was no one else in the room and I couldn't hear anyone else in the rest of the building. I did know however that the Amazons had surveillance measures and there was no doubt in my mind that I was being watched and listened too. I figured that within five minutes of me being noticeably awake I would have company. Since I had no watch and there was no clock I could not be sure but within about five minutes a door opened in the wall and in walked a man in a purple tunic and pants. He had sandals on his feet, and was carrying a tray with a meal on it. "Good morning Breeder, I am glad to see you are awake. I am Gerald servant of the Queen. Here is your breakfast, while you eat I will advise you of your duties here." The breakfast was good, judging from the taste and texture my water was still the Drink. No pills or injections were offered, and I was addressed as Breeder, so it was not surprising I was getting the Drink. "You will be of service to the Queen and her Amazons as a breeder. A list has been prepared, and they will attend your quarters daily. I will show you to your quarters after you finish breakfast. You will notice you have a new amulet. This in addition to translation; has some additional powers for you. If you are allowed access, it will enable you to open doors. You just have to approach a door and if you have access it will open. Most importantly, this will allow you to leave your accommodations. Outside of the time you are expected to perform service; you are allowed to roam the village. If you try to escape or enter somewhere you do not have access; your amulet will report you and you will be punished. If you try to remove your amulet you will be punished. The punishment will be quick and painful. Do you have any questions yet?" I thought about it, pretty simple really. I was still just a sperm bank, but it seemed I might get treated better. He gave me a moment and with no response continued. "Perhaps you will have questions later? I will try to answer them. You are obviously to defer to the wishes of any Amazon you meet. The men here are treated differently than in the other tribes. Those in purple such as I are the personal servants of the Queen. Our directions are to be followed immediately. Those in red are trusted servants who will expect your assistance with whatever they request of you. Those in brown are not trusted servants, their amulets have powers similar to yours. You won't come in contact much with them; as they do most of the farm work and dirty jobs. The last group is those in blue. These are the specialists. They have been recruited from the outside to further the Amazon technology. Many of them live in what you would term a common law marriage with an Amazon. You will have little interaction with them; but if you do obey them as you would obey the purple. They are not happy when "their" Amazon partner uses the Breeder, not that they can do anything about it, so be warned. Be respectful of them. These Amazons are different from the ones you have been with before. If you follow the rules, you will be fine. If you don't, you have been warned. Any questions now?" I went over the risk and reward in my head, I decided I had nothing to lose. "Yes I would like to know if there is any chance that I can leave here at some point and return to my family?" Gerald looked thoughtful for a moment. "I do not know the future; I also do not know the will of the Queen. Perhaps you will have a chance to meet her and perhaps you will be able to ask her that question. I would not dwell on it however; life is good here for us men. I suggest you forget about the past, and learn to enjoy it here." By now I was finished eating so we left the medical building and walked toward another non-descript building that would be my home. As we walked Gerald asked me a question, "Are you not interested to know how you arrived here; and what happened in the village of the Black breast plated ones?" Now that he mentioned it I was. "Yes I am interested, I was in a pretty sticky situation when whatever happened; but I'm sure it wasn't done to rescue me." Gerald let out a small laugh, "No, your rescue was not the aim of what happened at all, sorry to disappoint. What happened was that my Queen was fed up with the antics of the Black breast plated ones; and acted to correct the balance. You see all four valleys used to be a unified group. Then around 150 years ago there was an earthquake that caused this group of Amazons to be separated from the rest. Originally there were 4 village chiefs who sat in council to rule the Amazons. My Queen was elected head of the group. Yes I see the look on your face, these Amazons live long lives. My Queen is over 250 years old. Two of the other queens also are that old, only the Golden breastplated ones have a young Queen. The one at the time of the earthquake died in the fighting that followed. The other three village leaders broke away to form their own Queendoms. My Queen tried to keep it all together but due to the damage from the quake and that the other three united to resist, she was unsuccessful. By the time she had rebuilt and was powerful enough to move against them they were firmly settle as independent tribes. My Queen then put all her focus into staying ahead of them in technology; and watched and waited. The Black breast plated ones would raid the others now and again, but it was always on a small scale. Recently they have become bolder; and have upset the balance by stealing the girl children of the other tribes. My Queen could not allow this to continue; so she struck. You all were knocked out, and the girls were returned to their tribes. The Queen left enough destruction behind in the Black one's village; to significantly set them back. That was a warning to them, of my Queen's power. The other Amazon tribes will also know what was don,e from their returning girls. The status quo has been reestablished. As far as you are concerned my Queen knew what torments that the Breeder and all males are subjected to by the Black ones. We also were in need of a new Breeder, so she kept you." We now had arrived at my quarters. I had only one more question for Gerald for now, "So, you wear clothes and so do the other men here, what color I am I wearing?" Gerald regarded me with a look of surprise, "You do not wear clothes; you are the Breeder." As if that answered everything! Gerald then gave a few more administrative directions and left. I was already scheduled for service that day after lunch. Since I had some time I decided to take a look around. I must admit it did make me smile when the opening to my quarters stayed open when I approached it. The village did indeed look like the others. There was the school, the kitchen and dining hall, the armory, and plenty of dwellings for the Amazons. I saw a few men about. None in purple, but the ones in red had the look of those on important business. I also saw no one in brown or blue. I did come near one large building and my amulet started to heat up. I quickly turned away. The building was large, and I deduced that it might be a research lab where the blue men and the Amazons kept up their technological edge. When I entered the hall for lunch, I felt all eyes on me. I went to the section where men were seated. Everyone appeared to eat at the same time but were segregated. Despite having been naked since my capture I suddenly felt embarrassed by it. I was the only one in the room naked. Sure, the men were allowed some clothing in some of the other tribes; but here everyone was fully clothed but me. The Amazons didn't even all have the same outfit of breast plate, and armored skirt. Some wore that but others wore different outfits. Apparently only the on active-duty Amazons here were dressed for battle. All of the Amazon's had vambraces though, so they were not defenseless at all. The men at the table I sat with were polite to me but otherwise ignored my presence. I finished my meal and went back to my quarters. I had no idea what to expect from these Amazons. The first ones, with the gold and silver breastplates had just tied me down and taken what they wanted. The second group with the Blazing Sun breastplates had essentially had me masturbate into their vaginas. The third group with the black breast plates used and abused me. What would these ones do? All I knew is that unlike the black breast plated ones I was back to being a sperm donor. This meant I would be ejaculating. This didn't mean it ould be fun, quite the opposite. Only with Queen Zenoba and with war leader Aella; had the sex been any good for me. Otherwise, my pleasure was not factored into the equation. My thoughts were interrupted by an Amazon entering my dwelling. She was dressed in a loose-fitting gown and sandals. She had no vambraces, which I thought was interesting. I suspected few would come in breastplates, as they couldn't get pregnant on active service. It was hard to tell what she looked like, but I soon found out it she was another attractive, in an athletic way, Amazon. She took off her sandals and gown and my cock instantly got hard. "Happy to see me, Breeder?" The Amazon, in addition to perky tits, tight stomach, broad hips, and long legs; had a nice voice. This time I could tell the truth. "You are certainly a vision to behold." It was true, she was very good looking, and if I was single I would be very interested in her. Yet I wasn't single, and the sexual stimulation cocktail I drank everyday made sure at least my cock was interested. I was standing beside my bed but didn't know what she wanted. She told me. "I am dripping in anticipation of you giving me a baby. I need you in me right now!" With that, she jumped onto the bed and spread her legs. Her nicely trimmed mound was glistening with her arousal, and I wasted no time getting on the bed and into her. No more talking, just plain fucking after that. She was very tight as I slid into her vagina, and it felt so nice. I slowly started to move in and outbuilding momentum. She urged me on, I could tell she was going to cum. She wrapped her legs around me and ran her nails down my back. Her climax was violent, and she shook so hard that if she didn't have her legs holding me I would have been thrown off the bed. I could feel the blood running down my back from her nails. She opened her eyes and blinked twice, I think to get them to focus, "Your cock is amazing! I have never cum so fast! Fuck me hard now, Breeder! Give me your baby makers!" I obliged and started to really hammer her vagina. She was thrusting her hips up to meet me and moaning her encouragement. I could feel my orgasm starting to build and let her know. "Here they come!" My words set off another orgasm that she rode while I sent blast after blast into her womb. She lay there for a few moments murmuring her appreciation to me. Then she opened her eyes again, "Now me on top. I want another load, Breeder." I rolled onto my back, and she proceeded to impale herself on my rejuvenated cock. Whatever was in their sexual stimulant was very effective. I could go many times a night and each-time delivery was a serious load of cum. She rode me to another orgasm, before working to make me unload in her. I wanted to play with her tits and began to caress them. She really liked that and encouraged my efforts. Her nipples seemed really sensitive, and I started to pull and tweak them. This caused her to ride me faster and start to moan incoherently. I could feel it when her orgasm hit her, because this time she clenched her vagina hard. That caused me to explode again into her womb. She flopped down on my chest, and lay there for awhile. Then she rolled off of me and got up. I noticed a slight red tinge to the mess around her vulva. "That was great, Breeder! You were better than I ever could have imagined. I'm glad I waited for the breeding time to do it." She then slipped back into her clothes, and out the door. I was stunned. Apparently that Amazon had been a virgin! She wanted to go straight from virgin to mom, with no rest stops in between! Wow. Just when I thought these Amazons couldn't surprise me they did. I did my Tai Chi forms, and then had a shower before dinner. Dinner was similar to lunch. My table mates wore red and were polite; but otherwise ignored me. Just as I was finishing up however Gerald sat down beside me. "Hello Breeder, I heard that you performed well this afternoon." I thought to myself, ‘what bullshit.’ He probably watched the whole thing in HD and stereo surround sound! I didn't say anything. "It's good you are settling in. do you have any questions for me yet?" I didn't really. The whole thing was pretty simple. I was a sperm bank and inseminator. Otherwise, I could do what I wanted besides leave. Would they give me a TV or a book? Maybe; but I didn't miss them, and I had not seen one of either since I had been captured. "No, I'm still taking it all in. I will let you know if I think of one." I knew where he sat in the hall. In the men's section, the purples had their own table. I had stayed away from that one, as well as the brown. No sense getting into trouble with the chosen ones or untrustworthy ones. The blue men and their Amazon partners also had their own section, and I wasn't going to sit with them either. That left the reds. Maybe they would warm up to me? Maybe, if and when I am retired as a breeder, I might even become one of them? I finished dinner and went back to my quarters. The next day was more of the same. Three meals and this time two Amazons to service. One in the morning, one in the afternoon. The one in the morning was all business. As she entered she said, "Lets get this over with." She then undressed, lay on the bed, and spread her legs. She was dry as a dessert, so I applied lube to my cock and fucked her until I came. She then got up got dressed and left. The one in the afternoon was also all business, but wanted to be in control. She put me in the Amazon position and then proceed to get herself off before making me cum. Then she did it, again and again. I was starting to get sore and bored. She never said a thing to me, and didn't even moan or show any sign she was enjoying the process. Once I came the third time, she got dressed and left. It was over quickly, and I was feeling depressed; so I went for a walk. I headed to the school. Watching the girls always cheered me up. I loved children and wished Connie, and I had had a girl. I loved my three boys and missed them terribly. Yet I had always wanted at least one boy and girl. After three tries Connie wasn't willing to risk a fourth for a girl so we stopped. She said she was outnumbered enough as it was. I agreed, and I had the vasectomy. The ones the Amazons had reversed. When I arrived at the school, there were girls who looked about 10 doing sword drills in the yard. I couldn't imagine seeing that back home! They were going at it hard; their instructors would have tolerated no less. After watching for a while I felt a presence beside me. I turned my head to see an Amazon beside me in the full battle gear. She looked a bit older to me, maybe 40 but still beautiful for sure. I quickly turned back to watching the girls. A few minutes later she spoke, "You like to watch the girls, Breeder. Why is that?" I was a bit stunned. I had never had an actual conversation with an Amazon the whole time I was a captive. Sure, I had received instructions but never an actual conversation. These ones were different though, so I went for the truth. "I miss my three boys, and I always wanted a girl, so I come here to cheer myself up." I looked at her when I said it, and noticed the sadness in her eyes. "I can understand that, Breeder. I too had three boys but never a girl. I always wanted a girl, but Theodorous and I only had boys, before he died." This was interesting, she had a husband? I wondered how long he had been dead; it couldn't be that long by the look of her. "I am sorry to hear that. Please accept my condolences." She went quiet, and I didn't know what else to say; so we watched the girls in silence. I was startled when she spoke again. "Breeder, what is your given name? I know you are from the outside, like my Theo, and you have one." "My name is Nelson, Nelson James; and may I ask you your name? "My name is Xanthe. You remind me of Theo; Nelson. I have not been with a man since he died; and I want you to come to my dwelling tonight." This was new! An Amazon was propositioning me. Usually, they just took what they wanted. I didn't know what I should say, if I said no, she could just force me any way. If I said yes; did that mean I was in trouble, because she was jumping the line to get bred? She clearly sensed my discomfort. "Nelson you are on your own time, as the outsiders would say. You have provided your service today, and will certainly be able to provide it again tomorrow. There is no rule against us enjoying ourselves this evening." Wow! It was a proposition, and she was even considering my pleasure. It would certainly be nice to actually have sex with someone; as opposed to being used as a sperm provider. "Yes, I would like that. Where am I to go, or am I to meet you at my dwelling?" "It is almost time for supper. We will walk past my dwelling on the way to the hall. After supper and the sun goes down, you will come to me." We walked in silence to her dwelling. After she pointed it out, I slowed down, so we were no longer walking together. She wanted me to come in the dark, so I deduced she didn't want to broadcast our liaison to the others. It was kind of funny really. I'm sure we were being watched, but the illusion of privacy was fine with me. I was tempted to ask my tablemates that night, about Xanthe, but I didn't. I respected her privacy and my asking about her would definitely make it a topic of conversation, probably gossip. After supper I went back to my quarters and showered. It was all I could do to prepare. It was not like I could get dressed up. Once the sun was down and it was fully dark I went to Xanthe. She was wearing a diaphanous negligee that had me instantly hard. I knew that even without the Drink I would have been hard instantly. She was gorgeous. Sure, she was athletic looking. But her breasts, although perky, were larger. Her hips were broader, and her lace panties hinted at the treasure beneath. She actually giggled at my stunned look. I recovered and spoke without thinking, "You are the most beautiful women I have ever seen." We moved toward each other and shared our first kiss. Her kiss literately took my breath away. As we broke apart for air she caressed my cock. Then she shocked me further by getting on her knees and taking my cock into her mouth. I could not believe the feeling as she slowly took my cock all the way into her mouth and throat. I had not had a blowjob in about 6 months; and only Connie had ever given me one in my whole life. I thought Connie was amazing, but Connie never had deep-throated me; not even close. Xanthe could have been a professional fellatrix, in my mind. She used her throat, mouth, and tongue; to worship my cock. It seemed like she had only been at it for a minute before my cock exploded down her throat. It was so intense that Xanthe had to grab my ass and hold me up, or I would have collapsed. I recovered and needed to do the same to her, "Lay on the bed, Xanthe. It is my turn now." I then slowly worked my way toward her panties. She gasped when I grabbed them with my teeth and began to pull them off her. Xanthe helped by lifting her hips and soon I was back in front of her neatly trimmed pussy. She gasped again when I made contact with her labia. Then I moved to give her a light lick on her clit, and she erupted in an intense orgasm. It was like a detonation; pussy juice flooded my face. Her body shook like she was having a seizure. I wondered just how long her husband had been dead. I then continued to pleasure her vulva. Little kisses on her thighs and lips. Tiny licks to her vagina and clitoris. She was breathing heavy and continuously moaning. I had never heard a woman so turned on before. It made me feel like some kind of Casanova. Xanthe came again, and a third time, before she asked me to make love to her. I felt a sharp pang of guilt at this point. I hoped Connie would understand all of this, if I ever got home again. Yet after being raped and used for months; I was enjoying this so much, there was no way I was going to stop. Pushing those thoughts out of my mind, I moved up and kissed Xanthe. She was not put off at all, and returned my kiss with an intense passion. As our tongues dueled, I slowly inserted my cock into her vagina. It was tight and felt like velvet caressing my cock. Once I was fully inserted, I stopped moving and concentrated on our kiss. Xanthe somehow ratcheted up the intensity as we had the kiss of a lifetime. We finally broke apart. We were gasping for air. I then pulled back and began to pump in and out with a slow steady rhythm. She grabbed my ass and tried to pull me in deeper with each thrust. We also continued to kiss. The exquisite feelings were so overwhelming I could feel my orgasm building. There was no stopping it even if I wanted to. Somehow it was even more powerful than the last one in her throat. When I recovered I held myself inside her and rolled her on top. I was desperate to feel her breasts. She appreciated my touch as she lazily rode my cock. Xanthe took off her negligee and then I had full access to her glorious globes. I soon had one nipple in my mouth and Xanthe was moaning her encouragement. I pulled her down for a kiss and caressed both nipples with my hands. This set her off again, and we continue to kiss as her orgasm continued. I started to move my hips in time with her, not madly thrusting; but meeting her in a dance of love-making. It seemed to last forever, us kissing and making love. Then she shuddered with another orgasm, and I followed. She collapsed on my chest, and we fell asleep. I awoke early to find my right arm around her and her right arm on my chest. She was looking at me and the sadness in her eyes from yesterday was gone. "Nelson, I must thank you. You reminded me what it was like to make love with Theo again." I must admit I was still in a bit of a daze so without really thinking about it I said, "It was my pleasure but surely he hasn't been gone that long." Her laugh was music to my ears. Yet what she said blew my mind. "Nelson you think me pretty, but I am almost 300 years old. Theo has been dead for over 150 years, and I have not been with a man since then." Trying to process this information was hard. I knew they had amazing technology, and that the Queen of these Amazons was 250 years old, but I had never seen her; and the woman in my arms didn't look 50 let alone 300. "Well, I wouldn't think you were a day over 40, Theo was a lucky man. How many years did you have?" "After the quake I was sent out into the outside to recruit Theo. He was working on making better and more efficient motors. I seduced him and brought him back. Things were different then, we married and lived together for fifty-three wonderful years. I bore him three sons and even after the perfection of the fertility Drink, I didn't conceive a girl. My sons are long dead, and I have been so lonely. I know I can't have you again until you are finished as the Breeder, but I can hope that sometime in the future we could be together." This was making me uncomfortable. A 300-year-old clingy Amazon. The sex was out of this world, but I loved my wife and wanted to escape back to her. I tried to change the topic, "Perhaps you will conceive this time. Then maybe you will have the girl you have always wanted." She let out a bitter laugh, "Nice thought, Nelson; but my time for children is over, I can no longer get pregnant." I now felt awkward, what do you do after a one-night stand with an Amazon? I just continued to hold her and felt that she wanted to cry. She didn’t of course; she was an Amazon warrior after all. After what seemed like an hour, we separated, and she dressed. I used her shower and when I came out she was gone. I then went to the hall for breakfast. Then it was back to my quarters to do my duty. The days all blurred into one. It was three weeks after my liaison with Xanthe, when something very unexpected happened. I was on my post servicing afternoon walk when I saw Alesha Murray! She saw me at about the same time and walked toward me. Alesha, who was dressed in battle gear, didn't stop until she was right in my personal space and then did something even more unexpected. She reached out and grabbed my cock. "Nice cock, Breeder. I am looking forward for my chance to feel it inside me." I was so stunned by the exchange that I couldn't form words. She then moved to my right side and without stopping stroking my cock, she put her other hand on my naked ass. Her hand slowly moved until I felt one of her fingers at my rear entrance. Then what felt like one of her fingers entered my asshole. It slipped in easily she must have lubricated it somehow because nothing had ever been in my ass before. She then withdrew her hand from my ass, but I could still feel something inside me. She gave me one more stroke and then took her hand off my cock. "I'm glad you survived. Hopefully soon we can get together." and with that she walked off. I tried to act like nothing happened and continue my walk. I'm sure I was now walking funny, although I was trying not too. I cut my walk short and went back to my quarters in the fastest way possible. Hoping there was no surveillance in my bathroom, I sat down on the toilet and pulled a thin tube from my ass. It was very slippery which explained how Alesha had been able to insert it. I noticed a cap on one end and opened it up. There was a note inside. Nelson, There are eyes everywhere, especially do not trust Gerald. I am working to get us out of here. Be ready and don't lose hope. Alesha I quickly put the note in the toilet and filled the tube with water from the sink. Then it went in the toilet too. I flushed and both the note and tube disappeared. I flushed a few more times just to make sure. Then I noticed I was sweating profusely! I had a chance to escape, maybe. I had no idea what Alesha was planning but I really didn't hold out much hope. She was by herself, and I couldn't believe they would fully trust her. I couldn't sleep that night. I was too busy fantasizing about escape and a reunion with my wife and kids. Another couple of weeks went by, and I didn't see Alesha again. Then one day Gerald came to sit with me at dinner in the hall. "Breeder how are you doing?" "I'm doing well, Gerald. I even have some questions for you." "Go ahead." "I was wondering, I was told that the Queen is around 250 years old. How long do the Amazons live?" Gerald was clearly surprised by my question. He rubbed his chin. "It is my understanding that they can live over 500 years, but since the quake warfare between the tribes of Amazons has meant few live that long. I know that there is one Amazon left here in this village that is at least 300 years old. You could never pick her out however she looks like she is 40 at the most." Maybe my tryst with Xanthe wasn't viewed by Gerald at least. "I have one more question. What about the men?" Gerald scowled, "That term is not usually spoken. As for those who are not Amazons the lifespan is the same as those on the outside world. I do not know why. Even those born of Amazons do not live past 100 years." Clearly Gerald was uncomfortable with this topic. That told me more than he did. The Amazon's were not sharing their biotech with the men, even the blue ones. Yet Gerald had not sat down beside me to just chat and answer my questions, so I waited for his real purpose. After a moment or two of silence, Gerald got to the point; "The Queen expects your attendance in her quarters, tomorrow morning after breakfast." The way he said it left no doubt in my mind he was unhappy about me meeting her. I remembered what Alesha said; and in my best noncommittal voice, replied to Gerald. "I shall be there of course as directed." There was nothing left to be said by either of us. He was mad and I was hopeful I could ask her about my release. It was going to be another sleepless night. The next morning, I went to breakfast and then attended the Queen's residence. I had walked passed it many times in my time in the village. I never went to close to it, but it was the only building that was clearly better than the rest, and it had a guard out front. I walked past the guard and entered the building. There, unsurprisingly, I met Gerald. "This way, Breeder. The Queen awaits you." I followed Gerald into a room that looked like a gym. There was no furniture at all, but there was a circle painted on the floor. The floor was the usual flexible yet firm material. I felt like I was in a wrestling gym. The door closed behind me as Gerald left the room. Another opening appeared on the other side of the room, and who I assumed was the Queen entered. She did not look 250! Like Xanthe she had a little more curves than most of the Amazons, but still had a very athletic looking body. There was no doubt it. Her muscles were way too defined to be anything but real. She had on the armor skirt; but no sandals, vambraces, nor breastplate. Her firm breasts had no covering at all. It was clear her and I were going to fight. "Breeder I have been looking forward to our meeting ever since I spoke to Queen Zenoba about you. You defeated her champion in three falls. Impressive. I understand we interrupted your rematch with her. A pity, I'm sure. I am past the time of birthing, but I would enjoy a coupling with you, if you are worthy." The implication was clear, she wanted me to try to force myself on her. Obviously, she was going to fight to win, and if I fought well enough I would survive. Once again I remembered my conversation back in Germany with Connie. I wondered if this was the reward that Connie was thinking about, when she encouraged me to leave? The same thoughts reappeared in my mind from the fight from Zenoba. As noted she looked like a fighter and moved like a leopard about to strike. She wondered if I was worthy, and I wondered if I would stand a chance of surviving; let alone putting up a worthy fight! My last thought, before I cleared my mind; was would this be my honeybee moment? Would the Queen mate with me, and then kill me? My training kicked in, and I tried to be the meditation in motion that Tai Chi wanted me to be. The Queen advanced on me, and I assumed the ready position. Again, I was at a disadvantage. My cock was rock hard, and my balls were unprotected. Yet at the same time, this was different, I could smell her arousal. This was different, and perhaps I could use it to my advantage. I decided to gamble on a move she probably wasn't expecting. It looked like she wanted to grapple so I faked left, went right, moved quickly under her guard, and slapped her left breast as hard as I could before moving by. I was rewarded with a grunt and a lopsided grin from the Queen. "Maybe you will be worthy, but it's still early." As the last word left her mouth, she moved with ridiculous speed at me. I couldn't tell what move she was going to use; she seemed to be a whirlwind of motion. It ended with my feet swept out from under me, and an elbow to the groin. The pain was intense, and as I moved my hands down to protect myself, she grabbed my wrist and swept my arm up and around. My body had to part ways with my arm, or follow the movement, so I ended up face first on the ground with my arm locked behind me. It was very painful. My other arm was free, but any movement on my part just increased the pain, so I waited to see what she would do. No matter the pain, there was no way I was going to try and tap out at this point. She was kneeling with one knee on my back and one on the floor on an angle. The Queen had me by only her left hand, so her right was free. She then landed a hard smack on my ass. No doubt this was some payback for my tit slap, and it continued. She rained blows down on my ass. It seems like she was trying to drive it into the floor. I needed to do something, and I got my chance when sweat made her grip slightly slip on my pinned arm. I shot my body upwards and forwards at the same time. Rolling away from her I regained my feet and tried to massage some life back into my left arm, while continuing to keep distance from the Queen. We circled one another looking for another opening. My sore ass keeping me motivated. That is when I noticed that where she had me pinned was moisture on the floor. No doubt it was my sweat, I just had to get her into it. The Queen didn't realize what I was doing, but just as her right foot stepped onto my sweat I feinted with a couple of jabs. She tried to move fast. Her right foot slipped, and she lost balance. I darted in and launched myself at her grabbing both her breasts as hard as I could. She landed hard on her back and my knee in her groin. I let go of her breasts in order to slap them both hard while my knee hit her again in the groin. Then standing, I grabbed her right breast with both hands and pulled up and to the left. A grunt of pain escaped her lips as she struggled against my pull, so I let go. She fell back again hard, and I followed up with another knee to the groin. Quickly moving between her legs, I then slammed my cock into her as hard as I could. This elicited a grunt/moan from the Queen. I moved my hands to her throat to choke her. As I squeezed, I continued to hammer into her. I noticed the smell of her arousal was increasing and she was moving her hips to meet me. This lulled me into a false sense of security; and like lightening her arms were between by arms and she pushed up and out breaking my hold. At the same time, she bucked her hips dislodging my cock from her vagina. She rolled away and sprang to her feet. We circled again, looking for an advantage. The smell of sex was now in the air, her arousal was intoxicating to me for some reason. My cock was so hard it hurt. Apparently, I liked this sex fighting. My body was responding just like when I fought Zenoba. Again, she used her whirlwind attack; and again I was powerless to figure it out or stop it. It resulted in three quick blows to my midsection that knocked the wind out of me. Then she grabbed my head and pulled it down as she drove up her knee. I was powerless to do anything, and my nose was broken again. The blood spray excited her, and as I collapsed on the floor she flipped me over. She then impaled herself on my cock and grabbed my nipples. She had an amazing grip; the pain was intense. I gathered up my strength and then tried the same move on her; moving my arms in between hers grabbing her wrists and pushing up and out. I was rewarded with her grip breaking. As her left hand came off my nipple it took a chunk of skin with it. I fought through the pain and grabbed her head. Pulling it down to mine, I kissed her hard probing her mouth with my tongue. She returned the kissed and continued to ride me hard. I then bit her lip. This earned me a surprise gasp and I seized the initiative. I moved out from under her, while at the same time grabbing her right arm and forcing her onto her belly. Applying enough pressure to cause maximum pain regardless of damage; I then kneed her legs apart. I could then line up my cock and slam it into her from behind. She let out a moan. I continued to thrust into her as hard as I could; and soon I felt what could only be the beginnings of her orgasm. Her vagina began to pulse squeezing my cock. Her breathing became heavier, and her moans were continuous. I tried to put more pressure on her arm and as I felt her shoulder dislocate she erupted. A scream of ecstasy left her mouth as her body shuddered. I could not believe the force of her orgasm and lost focus. My grip loosened on her arm, and she reacted. Before I knew what hit me my head was in a scissor lock. The Queen was on her back but her incredibly strong thighs had my head firmly held in place. She was squeezing so hard I thought I might black out. Then she readjusted herself, so her cunt mashed into my face. It was a sloppy mess of our juices, but I couldn't move my head she started to squeeze, "Lick me Breeder or it will be lights out." I didn't have much choice but to comply. Her hands were free, so she started to slap my balls. If I stopped licking she squeezed harder, the pain was intense. I realized if I wanted any chance of getting out of this I had to make her cum. I forced myself to meditate to mitigate the pain; and redoubled my efforts on her clit. I felt her orgasm coming and got ready to make my move. As her vagina started to pulse I put my hands on her ass. I made it seem to her that I was trying to pull her in tighter to my face. Then when I judged it to be the optimum time; I pushed my finger into her ass. The scream that she let loose with her climax this time was deafening. Her legs loosened on my head, and I pushed them apart escaping her hold. We both were back on our feet, and I prepared for another round. To my surprise, she announced it was over. "Breeder you are worthy. I haven't cum like that in many years. It is time now for refreshments." To say I was shocked would be an understatement as she led me through an opening into another room. That room had a table with two chairs around it and she told me to sit. Then another shock, as Gerald entered the room. He had a first aid kit. He put the kit on the table and still not looking at me, he went behind the Queen and popped her shoulder back into place. He then used the spray on her shoulder and other abrasions. He was taking his time with the Queen as my adrenaline disappeared and my pain increased. Gerald finished with the Queen and then started to pack up the kit. "Gerald." One word was all it took, and with a quick scowl at me Gerald began to spray my nipple. The relief was immediate. Then he sprayed my balls, and I felt an overwhelming relief. Gerald then packed up and left the room only to return with drinks and food. He was not happy when he was dismissed. The food was delicious the best I had received yet with the Amazons. I hoped I had performed well enough to be able to petition the Queen, "My Queen may I ask you a question?" "Yes Breeder, you may." "I am happy to serve you, my Queen, but I do very much miss my family on the outside, I wondered if once I had completed my service here that I could return to them." There I said it. I held my breath. "Breeder there has been much discussion of this very thing. This sponsor of your expedition Sylvia Riesling; has drawn much attention to us. We have not received this much attention since Francois Canard visited us. We would prefer much less interest; and your return as the head of a successful expedition would be unacceptable." My disappointment was evident as the Queen continued. "Yet if you don't return; it won’t be any better, probably worse. She will send more to find us, there is already talk of looking for you. Therefore, the only way you can return is if you proclaim your mission a failure. If I was to let you go, Breeder; what would you say everyone? Would you follow Canard and tell the world you found us, or could you keep it a secret?" I'm sure my joy at the possibility of seeing Connie and the boys again was now evident. "I am certain that I could tell the world that I had failed to find the legendary Amazons. I could weave a story of illegal miners, vicious indigenous peoples, and getting lost in the rain forest." This seemed to be good enough for the Queen. "I thought you were a smart man; but remember we will destroy you if you double cross us. Canard made promises too but then tried to publish his journal. Who do you think destroyed all the other copies? Who do you think convinced the world he was crazy? We will do the same to you and more. We have Amazons who go into the world, and we know everything about you and your family." I did not doubt for a second; of what they were capable of. Nor did I doubt that the Amazons maintained a secret society throughout the world. Their global goals were a guarded secret, but they need the world to be ignorant of their existence, until they were ready to swiftly take over the entire world. "I will take the secret to my grave I assure you." "I know you will, especially because we also wouldn’t want your wife to see the videos of you having sex with Alesha." Alesha? Obviously, they couldn't use any videos of him having sex with Amazons, but he had never done anything with Alesha. "Yes Breeder, it was Alesha's idea, it’s what made me decide to let you go. If you don't keep the secret your torrid love affair while in the rain forest with Alesha will go public." Of course that could not come out. It made sense that Alesha too should escape with two of us it would be easier to believe the story. This must have been the plan that Alesha told me about. I was subsequently dismissed and returned to my quarters to find Alesha waiting for me. Sex with one more woman by now, wasn't going to make a difference and I figured I better make it good for the camera, or they would just make me do it again. I made Alesha cum several times in the next hour. I cannot deny that I enjoyed myself. Alesha was a passionate lover. Afterward as we lay their spent; I couldn't believe we would be going home. "Alesha did you ever think; since that day Estelle took the arrow; that we would get out of this?" "No, Nelson; I figured we were done; it was only a matter of time, especially with what happened to Lori, Mateus, and Paulo." "Yes, it was brutal what happened to the brothers. I really liked those guys. The story we come up with will have to make them heroes." It took two days to fine-tune our story. We then had to tell it to the Queen who critiqued it mercilessly. She also asked a plethora of questions that people might ask us. Once the Queen was happy with it, we were give back some of clothes and equipment. The plan was to drop us at a well-traveled spot on the river about 50 miles north of where we started. When we emerged from the rain forest and were "discovered" by missionaries our story immediately caused a media frenzy. By the time the missionaries brought us to Iquitos, the place our mission started from. All the big media outlets were there. CNN, BBC, Others were all represented. It was pandemonium until I asked for silence to tell our tale. "As you all know, Sylvia Riesling funded our expedition to find the legendary women warriors called Amazons. Our main source of information was the journal of Francois Canard; a 19th century explorer that left a journal of his expedition to find the Amazons. Many doubted Francois and he earned the nickname of Bizarre Canard. We believed that he was perfectly sane, and followed his trail from the journal. Unfortunately, we could not confirm a single thing he said in his journal. He was very specific, but nothing matched up at all. After searching fruitlessly for a month, before we were attacked by illegal miners who sunk our boat. Mateus and Paulo our fearless guides then sacrificed themselves, so we could make our escape. We lost most of our gear including our communications and directional devices. We were lost. Then we stumbled upon an indigenous people who feared outsiders. They actually ambushed us and Lori Becker; our expedition leader; was killed. We fled deeper into the forest and remained lost. It was then that Estelle succumbed to a snake bite. Only Alesha and I remained, and it was solely due to her special forces training and innate abilities that we survived. You know the rest, we stumbled upon some missionaries and here we are.” The questions came fast and furious. The Queen's prep work was invaluable as we answered them. The press made it into the story of the year. Movie studios wanted to make it a film. Publishing houses offered book contracts. We were offered a spot on all the popular talk shows in multiple countries. I didn’t have any regrets about telling our lie. Part of me knew it would be hard for people to believe the truth. However, I did feel like a total shit when we met Sylvia for the first time after our return. She had been so certain that the Amazons existed and that we would find them. Sylvia, who could have cared less about the money spent; saw her dream of proving the existence of the Amazons crushed. That was bad but the Francois’s family was worse. I couldn't face the Canards at all. They took it all in stride, however, they were used to disappointment. I even received a thank you card from them, for our attempt to redeem Francois. Then I felt like an even bigger shit. After the press conference, we were taken to Sao Paulo. At the same time Connie and the boys were alerted of our rescue and also flown to Sao Paulo. We were reunited finally, after almost six months apart. After the initial uproar, press conferences and interviews Sylvia even paid for the five of us to have a vacation on a Caribbean island. Once again, I felt like such a shit. Yet what could I do? I also wanted to confess what really happed to Connie. Yet I could not. The result would be devastating retaliation by the Amazons. The Queen had made sure to send me a message after our big press conference telling me ‘so far so good,’ we were doing great selling our tale. I was a little worried when Connie mentioned that my cock seemed bigger when we first were reacquainted in the bedroom. I passed it off as being so horny for her. Also, I was super hard, and we both hadn’t has sex in 6 months, so it felt bigger. Thankfully, she accepted that explanation. However, the reality was that it definitely was bigger now, by about an inch and a half. That must have been a side-effect of the Drink. It never shrunk back. My refractory period however slowly returned to "normal" as did the amount of sperm I produced. Speaking of sperm; a closer call to our whole story unravelling was when Connie announced she was pregnant. We both were very happy that somehow my vasectomy had "failed" especially after we learned it would be a girl. There was no way I could go see my doctor about it. I was certain the Amazon medicine would have erased any sign of a vasectomy. That would lead to uncomfortable questions. Moreover, my doctor would be afraid I would sue him. Instead; after the birth, Connie had her tubes tied so there would be no more surprises. My boys loved their little sister. My university was very glad to get me back. On the one hand the Amazon expert status faded to the background. Yet on the other hand my expertise on the Amazon basin and having survived six months in it, netted me even bigger stardom. I became the "expedition" expert, and the university milked it for all it was worth. EPILOGUE Nelson never went back to the Amazon, nor did he ever see Alesha Murray again. He just tried to be the best husband and father he could. Nelson even got to be a grandfather of six, before he was diagnosed with terminal cancer. He never changed his story, keeping his word so that the legendary Amazons remained just that a legend. It didn't stop the Queen from making sure Nelson’s palliative care nurse was really an Amazon warrior who made sure that Nelson didn't make any deathbed confessions. She also made sure he took his secret to the grave by helping him get there a little earlier. Based on a post by Farmer Jill [https://www.literotica.com/authors/Farmerjill/works], in 3 parts, for Literotica.

Amazon ‘Fiction’: Part 2

AMAZON ‘FICTION’: PART 2 NELSON IS TRADED TO ANOTHER TRIBE. Based on a post by Farmer Jill [https://www.literotica.com/authors/Farmerjill/works], in 3 parts. Listen to the Podcast [https://archive.org/download/summer-2025_202506/AmazonFiction2.mp3] at Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://archive.org/download/summer-2025_202506/AmazonFiction2.jpg] When I arrived on the other side of the field, the Amazon just continued on a path into the forest. I followed and the one who had been 10 paces away fell in behind me. We walked until it was dark and then stopped. It was the same routine for us as the trip to the exchange. A ready to eat meal, and then sleep for me and rotating guard duty for them. A ready to eat meal in the morning and then carry on walking. It was nearing sundown when we exited the forest and entered farmland. After the farmland was a village that looked identical to the one I had left. We entered through a guarded opening, and I was led to a carbon copy building of my prison in the last village. Inside was the toilet and sink and that's it. 2 windows and the flexible floor material. A tray of food was sitting on the floor. The Amazons who had led me there left and the opening slammed shut. As I ate I figured that these new Amazons would be using me for breeding in the morning. It made me laugh. I missed the loving sex with my wife Connie. This getting raped by multiple partners was getting depressing. I resigned myself to being strapped to another table and used in the morning. I was awoken by a man entering through the opening with a tray of food. He also handed me a pill. He made sure I swallowed it before he stepped back and allowed me to eat. I figured the pill was a nicer version of the sex drug injection I had been getting. Surprisingly, he then spoke to me. This would be the first man who had spoken to me in over a month, ever since Mateus and Paulo had been sold off as eunuchs. "Breeder you will be visiting the first sister wives today. You will follow these instructions exactly; any deviation will be punished by death. After you enter their bed chamber you will ready yourself for insemination. You will wait until the sister wife prepares her mate for you. Once she is ready you will insert yourself and release. Then you will exit and wait for that sister wife to prepare the other. When she is ready you will be ready to insert yourself and release. You must spend the least amount of time as possible breeding. You then will leave and return here. A guide will arrive each time to take you to the sister wives." He then looked at me, even though it was the longest speech I had heard since we were captured it still was the bare minimum required to get the point across. I noticed he wore an amulet like me that obviously was translating. I didn't really have any questions. I was expected to jerk off until I was ready to blow and presumably the sister wife would move out of the way to how she was preparing her mate and then I was to ejaculate inside her womb. I wondered what Connie would think of this "reward." I risked speaking, "Understood." I could be a man of few words too if I wanted to be. He then turned and left the room with me following behind. We walked a short distance to another dwelling, and he announce our arrival, "The breeder." "Send it in." I then entered the dwelling. It had a central room with an obvious bathroom and bedroom through other openings. I moved forward to the bedroom and saw two of the Amazons naked on the bed. They were beautiful in that athletic way of these Amazons. My cock was rock hard immediately as I watched the one Amazon orally pleasure the other. It was readily apparent that she would make her partner climax, and it was at that point I would do my duty. I didn't know how long that would take so I quickly stroked myself to the edge. I then kept myself there waiting. While I was waiting I wondered why they didn't just harvest my sperm and use AI. I learned later that the Amazons had studied the impregnation process until they had achieved the most efficient and effective system. What this meant is that the best time for the man to ejaculate was immediately after the female orgasm. This is why the Amazons of the Valley of Fire had all rode me to a climax before I came. This was why these Amazons of the Valley of the Sun gave their wife an orgasm before I was inserted. Natural insertion was found to be the best delivery system. The Valley of Fire Amazons were mostly heterosexual so enjoyed the ride so to speak. They were of course uninterested in any male's pleasure which is why we had been restrained. These Valley of the Sun Amazons were lesbians, they wanted minimal male contact. It all seemed logical even though it was very unfulfilling for the man involved. I was getting desperate to make love to my wife Connie. I was craving foreplay and the build up. Almost all of these Amazons had perky tits, and I was dying to touch and kiss them. I also loved to go down on my wife and she loved to give me blow jobs. Oh, how I missed that. If it wasn't for the injections and pills these Amazons might turn me off to sex! My thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of a woman climaxing. her partner moved away, and I gave myself a few quick jerks and pushed myself into the ready vagina. The feeling was amazing. Her vagina was so hot tight I couldn't have held out if I wanted to and I blasted her womb with my baby makers. I quickly but carefully then pulled out. The woman that I had just inseminated then pulled on some underwear while her wife lay down on the bed. She then went to work readying her wife for breeding. I began to stroke myself back to the edge. Whatever was in the pill they gave me reduced the refractory time to mere seconds. Eventually the second Amazon had her orgasm, and I repeated my insemination. Again, the vagina I entered was like warm tight velvet and I filled it with sperm. I then withdrew from her and left their room returning to my prison. The guide man showed up with lunch and then led me to another couple of sister wives to breed. This continued every day for about another month. At night I was left alone and did my forms and slept. I would have preferred a book to read or a TV to watch. I would have liked to just leave my prison and go for a walk! Yet the door to my opening only opened for everyone else, never me. I did take advantage of my walk back home after breeding. These Amazons seemed less intense than the last ones and I would meander back to my prison. In addition, I was able to talk to some of my guides. I learned that all meals were prepared in a central kitchen. It had an attached dining hall where everyone ate, except of course for guys like me. The women went first then the girls in training and finally the male slaves. The girls in training, were the female offspring of the Amazons and lived at the school once they turned four. The boy children went to live in the slave pen within 24 hours of birth. There were male slaves responsible for raising them. Each group of the same age girls was called a "sister group" and since they all had the same dad they were not allowed to intermarry. They could however marry anyone in the other sister groups. Given the breeding cycle and the availability of breeders there was little chance that they would marry their biological sister. The girls received schooling in the usual subjects as well as physical and military training. When they graduated at 18 they were put on active military service for five years. Once that was done they were still expected to fight but were allowed to marry and have children. There was to be no interaction between the girls and their dads. Once the scheduled women had all been bred the breeder was then traded away or sold as a slave to other Amazon tribes. Therefore, I knew my time with these Amazons was limited and my future might be bleak. I had no interest in becoming a eunuch slave. I just wanted to escape but so far there had been less than no opportunity. I also spent my nights thinking about my wife Connie and the boys. I missed them like crazy and hoped that I would see them again. I replayed our decision for me to go on this expedition a thousand times, regretting coming every time. That night I was awakened with a hand on my mouth. I was pulled to my feet by an Amazon who locked a collar around my neck. She then whispered in my ear, "You will do exactly as I say, you will not make a sound, you will follow me and make no attempt at escape. If we are separated then go to the village opening. If you fail to comply you will be killed." At that point, the collar around my neck briefly became very warm and then cooled off quickly again. This Amazon was serious, I knew my life was in the balance, "Understood." She then led me out of my prison but not through the opening. The Amazon had cut a hole in the wall, and we exited through it. It was very quiet in the village as we made our way to the opening. We were about halfway there when an alarm went off. The night also started to light up with flashes. I noticed that my Amazon's breastplate was black but otherwise she was dressed like all the other women warriors I had met. She had a sword in her right hand but when an Amazon with a blazing sun exited a dwelling she aimed her left hand at her. The laser beam that left her vambrace almost cut the other Amazon in half. We continued to advance so when the sister wife exited the dwelling she howled at her fallen mate and clashed swords with my captor. I moved a few steps back not knowing what else to do and watched the fight. Apparently, lasers were fine at long range but close in they were not allowed. Both the Sun blaze Amazon and Black Amazon were skilled swordswomen. They maneuvered for advantage, their blades clashing as they sought an advantage. My captor however was faster and sliced open the other Amazon's thigh. This made her stumble. My captor then ran the other Amazon though with her sword. We continued on. Suddenly my captor went down her head lopped off by a laser beam. I never felt so exposed in all my life. I of course was still naked, and I had no weapon. I briefly considered picking up my captor's sword, I had no idea how to take her vambrace off. Yet since these Amazons considered men servants I believed staying unarmed would keep me alive more than being armed. I felt the collar around my neck, it did not appear that I could take it off. Since I was a breeder maybe I had some value to the raiders, and they would kill me if they couldn't take me. I was certain that the collar could be activated at a distance, these Amazons' technology was that sophisticated. I also was pretty certain that the blazing sun Amazons' tech was sophisticated enough to take it off. Caught between a rock and a hard place I slowly continued toward the opening. The fighting now was concentrated between the opening and the school. Since I was coming from the other side I didn't meet anyone. As I came closer to the opening however the sounds of fighting grew louder. I could also see flashes from the lasers. I really slowed down now and was as stealthy as possible making my way to the last building between me and the opening. I peeked around the corner and saw that the fight was raging. I couldn't make out who was winning in the shadows interspersed with flashes of light. Then my collar began to heat up. I left my hiding spot and advanced on the opening trying to keep alive. It was the right thing to do as my collar cooled off. I noticed that the fighting that had been at the school was now moving to the opening. The fight at the opening intensified as the defenders tried to stop the invaders from leaving. Swords clanged; lasers flashed as the battle grew desperate. I was moving with my back to the wall and was almost at the opening when one of the Amazons spoke to me, "Get through the opening fast breeder or die, follow the collar." It must have been one of the attackers. She killed the woman she was fighting with giving me the opening I needed to dart out the opening. I ran for the forest. When I made it into the forest my collar started to heat up on my right side. I moved right until I hit a path and then the front started to heat and then I moved forward down the path. I kept moving for a few hundred yards until I met a group of Amazons operating some kind of equipment. I assume they were applying countermeasures to the defender's defenses. There was no way these Amazons just had a wall and guard for protection. There had to be all kinds of other security measures in place and this group's job was to defeat them. Apparently, it had worked because the raiders had made it into my prison with no alarm. The group ignored me as I approached and stood near them. My collar wasn't making any signals, and they weren't speaking to me, so I stood and waited. The sounds of fighting grew louder, and I could see the flashes in the darkness. Then the sounds and flashes stopped, and the Amazons quickly packed up their equipment. They headed down the path with me following. The lead Amazon set a hard pace, and we moved farther and farther away from the village. Soon other Amazons caught up with us. Some of them were carrying little girls on their shoulders, the girls I noticed also were wearing collars. We never stopped. The sun came up and we continued to move at the same grueling pace. I was passed a water bottle at one point, and I was handed some kind of energy bar. Otherwise, we continued moving to the North and East. Every so often the girls would be given to another Amazon to carry but they didn't even stop for that, passing them on the move. The girls were from the youngest sister group that was at the school, maybe six or seven years old. It was now mid-afternoon, and I was getting pretty tired. My legs were burning when I noticed the Amazons ahead of me slow down. Soon we were slowing down as well and after another one hundred yards or so I found out why. There was a large party of black breast-plated Amazons on each side of the trail. We must have made it to their territory or close enough for us to slow down. Maybe a mile after that we stopped at a clearing for a rest and a meal. The whole time of the escape I had just kept moving. None of the Amazons spoke to me or even seemed to notice me. I made sure I stayed out of their way and just kept going. Now I just sat and ate awaiting my fate. I had a bad feeling that the Amazons who had just captured me would be worse than the first ones I met. Only time would tell. Then five of the raiders stood up and made their way toward me. This didn't look good. As they came closer they spread out in a loose formation. I nervously eyed them wondering what they were going to do. Like lightning, they moved and in seconds I was pinned to the ground by four of them and the fifth was getting ready to rape me. I tried to not get hard, but the drugs were still working their magic. The Amazon grabbed my flaccid cock, and it was hard by the time she impaled herself on it. She immediately began to ride me hard grinding her clit on my pubic bone. the Amazon holding my right arm then spoke, "Hurry up Leyanne we all want a turn and there's not much time." Leyanne climaxed soon after that and the one who spoke then switched positions with the one named Leyanne. She mounted me, reverse cowgirl. Then she began to gyrate on my cock as she played with herself. After she found her release she switched with the one holding my right leg. Her vagina was incredibly tight as she forced my cock into her. As she started to ride me a sixth Amazon approached the rapists. "It isn't using its tongue. We can't let that go to waste." She then stood over my face and squatted down over my mouth. I could see she had no underwear on under her armor skirt. She did have a very hairy bush and judging from the smell she hadn't washed in days. it was a nauseous mixture of sweat and urine that made me gag. I couldn't bring myself to lick it. Smack! She cuffed me on the side of my head, "What are you waiting for!" I gave her reeking mess a tentative lick. Smack! She cuffed me on the other side of my head, "Get on with it!" I went to work on her but soon lost my concentration as the Amazon riding me was intent on making me cum. This earned me another smack upside the head. "Pay attention to what you're doing." Fine, I was being raped and abused already so I latched onto her clit like a leach. This seemed to be what she wanted as she began to shake. The one riding me had me to the point of no return and I blasted her womb with baby-makers. This set off her orgasm. My orgasm had been so intense I clamped down even harder on the clit I was sucking. That sent the one on my face over the top. I felt a rush of her fluids on my face. As she stood up I tried not to puke. Meanwhile the last of the original five rapists took her turn. The chemical cocktail I've been ingesting for two months defeated my attempts to stay soft. She must have been really turned on by the previous action because she came fairly quickly. As she got off she picked up my water bottle and handed it to me, NELSON IS CAPTURED AND USED. "Better drink up, you'll be needing it." As if the end of my rape was the signal the other raiders began to get up, it was time to keep moving. Now I had a taste of what countless women had felt over history as soldiers took them as spoils of war. The raiding party continued on toward what I was surely going to be a similar village. The captured young girls were now forced to walk at the same grueling pace as the rest of us. The girls however no longer wore collars. It was not surprising then that they all were being watched as if the Black Breast plated Amazons were daring them to try to escape. I'm pretty sure the young ones knew that would not end well and they tried their best to keep up. They also kept their heads down; the girls had been in training for 2 years already so although young they were warriors in training and knew it. They would fall down from total exhaustion before they would quit. I warily continued trying to stay out of everyone's way. Escape was not an option for me at all. I still had my collar on. Having my neck burnt off was not my preferred way to die. Moreover, I still hoped to escape and return to my wife Connie, and our boys. When we entered the farmland surrounding the village I noticed the men working the fields start to move farther away from the path we were on. They kept working but they were tense. It didn't take long to figure out why. A couple of Amazons from the raiding party broke ranks and went into the field after the closest men. The men saw what was coming and resigned themselves to their fate. That fate entailed being thrown to the ground and raped by the warriors. Fighting back was not an option although many of the men were bigger and looked stronger than their attacker. Yet those vambraces with lasers were a big deterrent to resistance. Not to mention the swords, knives, bows, and all the other Amazons watching. Judging from how it all went down this was just a normal occurrence with these Amazons. Since I was a "breeder" I wondered what that entailed with these Amazons. Maybe I would just be another slave because these Amazons seemed to leave pregnancy to chance. Rape whomever, and play baby roulette if the Amazon let you cum. Six Amazons had raped me, and although they all came, I only came once. That time the Amazon pretty much milked it out of me. They were clearly in control. They also had medical advancements such that they could have 100% sure birth control. I learned later that all of the male slaves were snipped. They received the sex stimulation cocktail that the other Amazons had injected me with, or had me swallow a pill. These Amazons called it the "Drink." Therefore, the slave men were available for sex at any time, but couldn't get anyone pregnant. Not that they necessarily got to orgasm. Thus, all of the males were free-use for these Amazons. Regardless, given the number of young girls that had been kidnapped from the Blazing Sun Amazons these Amazons didn't seem that concerned about reproduction. Why go through the bother if you can just take them from someone else, ready-made? Yet my one rapist had definitely wanted me to cum inside her, so pregnancy must be optional. I guessed that this would probably mean I was still to be used as a breeder. Only time would tell. As we went through the opening in the wall around the village the raiding party split up. One group with the captured girls went one way, I assumed to the school. Another group that had the equipment went another way; I assumed to the barracks or armory. The rest, including me, continued on into the village toward the kitchen/dining hall. There I was handed off to a man who took me into what was a shower room/washroom. "First we will take off that collar, don't get too excited about that, After you wash yourself we will be putting a new one on your cock. Then you will eat and be shown your duties. Resistance is futile, so just roll with it and you might survive the week." With those wonderful words of encouragement, I showered. When I was finished and dry, he handed me what looked like a cock ring. It felt like metal but was flexible and seemed to expand as I started to put it on. Once it was in place it seemed to shrink until it was snug. I gambled and decided to ask a question, "So, what does this do?" The man looked at me with what could only be described as pity. "The Drink will keep you hard and ready to go, but they don't want any accidental discharges. That ring senses your impending orgasm and will stop it. When they want your sperm, they will turn it off. They all can control it. This way you can last for the whole evening and night." That sounds just great, they intend to use me as a living sex toy! I han plenty more questions, but the man did a quick conspiratorial glance around the room. I shut up. Of course, the Amazons could listen and watch us. Violence seemed second nature to these Amazons, I guess that's why the breastplates were black. He then took me to the kitchen. There was a small eating area, which was for the men. I received a plate of food and The Drink. Apparently that was all that us men were allowed to drink. Not that we were referred to as men. We were "its" or "boys." It made sense that was our only liquid refreshment if we were expected to be free-use anytime. After I finished eating they instructed me on being a serving boy. Until or in-between sexual use I was expected to help serve and clear the meal for the Amazons. It was a pretty simple task. While this was going on the Amazons were arriving for their evening meal. I was given a tray of drinks and sent into the hall. The main hall was very different from the last village! This hall looked just like Valhalla, complete with the Queen on her throne at the head of the big main table. I started placing drinks on the tables beside plates that didn't have one. When my tray was empty I turned to go get more when I felt a hand on my shoulder spin me around. "What have we here? Fresh meat for the table!" The Amazon then pushed the plate, cutlery, and cups out of the way and pushed me back onto the table. It was at least eight or ten feet wide, so my head didn't hit the place setting across from us. She then grabbed my cock and climbed aboard it. It was fast and furious, she quickly got herself off and sent me on my way. I started to head to the kitchen, but another Amazon stopped me and pulled me down to the floor. She proceeded to push my legs up to my chest in the Amazon position and then take her pleasure. She was enjoying herself immensely, she continued riding me through her first orgasm. As she was approaching her second, I felt my orgasm starting to build. As she began to climax again, but before I could join her, I felt a sharp pain from the cock ring. My orgasm died a stillbirth. She wasn't done however as she then moved to sit on my face. Only after I had given her a third orgasm did she get up and take her seat at the table. I got up and headed for the kitchen. I came back with a tray of desserts. Since I was delayed, I missed serving the meal. This time when I was finished passing out the drinks I was ordered under the table by a very large Amazon. She was not fat or anything like that, but she was the biggest Amazon I had seen so far. She must have been 6'2", and 200 lbs of muscle. I was pretty sure I knew what she wanted so I moved between her legs. She grabbed me by the ears and mashed my face into her hairy pussy. Unlike the warriors on the trail this one had at least showered recently. She didn't taste too bad, and I went to work on making her cum. She let me know how I was doing by using my ears. If I did something she liked she pulled me in tighter but if she didn't like what I was doing I felt a very sharp pain in both ears as she twisted them. I knew she was about to climax when her thighs began to clamp onto my head. At the same time, she pulled me in tighter. I couldn't breathe and as she rode out her orgasm I thought I would pass out. Thankfully, she let go of my ears. Then she patted me on the head like a dog, "Not too bad, you might be trainable. Now get to work on my friend here." She pushed me over to the next warrior, and then when she was done cumming, I was pushed to the next. After the fifth one, my jaw was starting to get sore. I thought I was getting a reprieve when the sixth one ordered me onto the table. She quickly impaled herself on my cock. No such luck for a reprieve for my tongue though, another Amazon was soon perched on my face. Some of the other warriors began to cheer them both on. After the one on my face came. I took a quick look around. Plenty of the other serving "boys" were being used by the warriors by this point. Then it all got dark again as another pussy came down on my face. The warrior riding me came with a violent shudder. She was replaced by another Amazon. She was gyrating on my cock rubbing her clit hard on my pubic bone. I could feel my orgasm starting to build. For the second time that night my orgasm was stopped by the cock ring. It hurt like hell! A continuous stream of Amazons used me after that for what seemed like hours. My balls were on fire by this point. I had lost track of how many times the ring had stopped my orgasm. My cock also hurt, it felt like it was rubbed raw. Then I heard a loud voice, "Warriors of the Dark Valley it is another great day! Aella led another successful raid. She brought back fourteen future warriors for us to train up, the most ever brought back from a single raid. Aella is to be recognized with a night with the new breeder. Some of you have sampled it already, is it any good?" I guess I should be thankful that cheers of affirmation rose from the crowd. I didn't want to even guess what would happen to me if there were boos. I was allowed up from the table. I was sore all over, it felt like a truck had run me over. A warrior whom I recognized from the raid came toward me. She continued past and I followed her. On the way out of the hall plenty of the warriors we passed slapped my ass or groped my cock. I was thinking I should be happy to be leaving the hall, but I was unsure what Aella was going to do to me. Her dwelling was not far from the hall. We entered the main room and Aella turned to look at me, "Go into the bathroom and get cleaned up. Then come to the bedroom." I was washing up in the shower when she did something unexpected. I was cleaning all the mess off my cock when the ring began to expand. Obviously, Aella didn't want me to wear the cock ring. A wave of relief washed over me. My cock was still rock hard, and I desperately wanted to cum. There was no way I was going to risk jerking off, however. I finished up washing and dried off. I then made my way to the bedroom. Aella was naked on the bed. She wasn't even wearing her vambraces. Not that it really mattered there was no way I could escape right now. I had no idea however what I was supposed to do now so I stopped at the foot of the bed. "Breeder how was your first night, serving in the great hall of our Queen?" What was I supposed to say, certainly not the truth. "It was something I've never experienced before." She laughed a deep throaty laugh. "Ha, breeder you will get used to it or die trying. Tonight, shall be different. I want a baby, and you shall provide me with one. I also don't want to do the work so you will. If you please me you will be rewarded." I hoped that this was not some kind of cruel joke, and decided to take her at her word. I made my way onto the bed and began kissing my way up her legs She seemed to enjoy that, so I continued slowly making my way to her vulva. By the time I got there, she was already moaning. I pretended it was my wife Connie and began to tease her labia. I brought my hand up and inserted a finger into her vagina. I slowly started to work it in and out; while I moved onto her clit. I lightly began to tease her clit as I started to rub her G-spot. I could feel she was close, so I increased my intensity, and she came like a rocket. I then moved up and slowly pushed my cock into her vagina. She was unbelievably tight, but she was so wet I could slowly work my way in. Once I was all the way in I then slowly pulled almost back out and then slowly back in. Each time I did this I sped up just a little bit. Soon I could tell she was almost there, and I could feel my orgasm building. She started to cum and that set me off. I felt this intense pain and almost thought I still had the ring on. Actually, it was just the pain of finally being able to cum. I started to black out; the feelings were so intense. Aella let out a contented sigh. "Well done! Now rest, and we will do that again in the morning." I passed out immediately. I awoke to see a pussy descending onto my hard cock. For the briefest second, I thought I was back home in bed with Connie. No such luck I was in an Amazon village full of evil women. To be exact I was in the bed of Aella, an Amazon who had actually been pretty nice to me. Her pussy was tight and felt amazing. I felt a pang of guilt but was I cheating? I was a captive, and they used me for breeding. They even reversed my vasectomy! I just wanted to survive and escape somehow. I would figure out the morality of it all later. I needed to concentrate on Aella now. She promised a reward if I was good, and I wasn't sure if the great night's sleep in a real bed was it, or if I could get something more. I reached up to caress her breasts. She moaned out her appreciation. I continued to work her breasts as she rode me nice and slow. Aella had one finger doing lazy circles of her clit. Her other hand of all things, was fondling my balls. This Amazon was actually trying to have sex enjoyable! This continued for a long time, and I have to confess I was enjoying it. She then started to speed up and I started to concentrate on her nipples. Aella really enjoyed that and urged me on, riding me harder. I could tell her orgasm was moments away, and I made sure I held off until she was done. She wanted a baby, and their scientific conclusions stated immediately post-female climax, was the most fertile time. Aella cried out her pleasure and then stopped moving, savoring the moment. When she opened her eyes and looked down at me I grabbed her hips and began pulling her down to match my upward thrusts. It didn't take long for me to fill her womb with babymakers. Aella then lay down on my chest. After a few moments, she shook her head, as if to clear it of any loving thoughts, and got up to put some underwear on. "Breeder you have done well, it felt like you have given me what I wanted. Rest some more and then you have to go back to the kitchen for lunch. Don't expect tonight's recipient of you to be anything like me." Then she finished dressing herself, put the cock ring back on me and left. I had no idea what time it was. I had not seen a clock in months. I looked out of the bedroom window towards the kitchen and dining hall and saw people entering for what I assumed was breakfast. I quickly went back to bed. This was certainly a reward. I awoke before noon and made my way to the kitchen and dining hall. They were just starting to work on lunch, so I used the shower and bathroom first. Afterward, I went into the kitchen and the other men put me to work. It was nice to do some repetitive tasks so I could get mentally prepared for the rest of the day. Lunch was all business much to my surprise. There were some comments and gropes, but no one used me for sex. I guess they had work to do. However, there were plenty of comments about supper and what would happen to me then. Supper turned out to be much the same as the previous night. I was passed around from warrior to warrior. Some wanted oral some wanted to ride my cock. Some wanted both. Sometimes it was two at a time. Throughout the cock ring deprived me of an orgasm. It still hurt like hell when it went off. That same truck that ran me over last night had done it again by the time I heard the Queen speak. "Who, I wonder, should receive the breeder tonight?" There were some names shouted out. "Ah worthy warriors all of them, but I have someone in mind. Misandra has not had a baby yet, she should have the breeder tonight!" The crowd erupted in loud laughter and cheers. The warrior who had just finished up with me looked down with an evil smirk. "Oh, you are in for some fun tonight, breeder. Don't enjoy it too much!" She was laughing so hard that she had to wait a moment or two before getting off me. Great, I wonder if Misandra is a name that means "man-hater?" One of the Amazons approached me who had a serious scar on her face and what looked like a glass eye. I wondered about that. Given their level of medical technology, why wasn't that fixed? This did not bode well for me at all. Her dwelling was farther away from the hall. There was no removal of cock rings or pre-coitus washing. There were not even any words exchanged. s soon as I entered her dwelling she turned and slapped my face, hard. I reacted by giving her a kidney punch. It was pure reflex, and her response was to smile. The fight was on. We went round and round looking for an advantage. Each of us blocked a few attempts to find an opening. I had to block a few blows then her; and she gave me no openings. Then I saw a chance and went in for a punch to the throat. Too late I realized it was a trap. She caught the punch on her chin. Her chin felt like stone. She then grabbed me in a bear hug. I tried to give her a head butt only to find her head harder as she moved her head to meet mine. I was stunned and she used that moment to pick me up and throw me to the ground. I landed awkwardly on my left arm and hand. At least two fingers were broken, maybe more. She then kicked me in the stomach, once, twice, three times. Then she straddled my waist and grabbed my cock, which immediately got hard. As she lowered herself down on my cock she slapped my face. She then punched my face. Misandra must mean man hater because she rode me and rained blows on my face at the same time. I was wondering why she didn't hit my nose until I felt her vagina begin to clamp down on my cock. She must be about to orgasm, and I was right. Smashing my nose with a hard punch set off her orgasm. The bloody mess she made seemed to spur her on. She continued to slam herself down on my cock and hit me. I was pretty sure I had a concussion, and I could barely see my eyes were so swollen. Misandra climaxed again. I was in a daze as she moved back to straddle my legs. She grabbed my cock and began to stroke it. I was in a daze and had not even come close to cumming at this point. I couldn't figure out why she was stroking my cock. She had not wanted me to cum in her vagina. I was told that their vambraces could control the cock ring and let me cum if they wanted. Yet she had not tried to get me to cum inside her. I couldn't see this Amazon giving me a hand job to completion! There was no way she was into giving me pleasure. Misandra was really working my cock, and pretty soon I was almost there. The pain erupted from the ring. She just kept stroking. The pain stopped and I had a fifteen-second reprieve before it was back. Misandra continued, stroking me to pain and back again. She was laughing. It was a cackle, like a Halloween witch. She was thoroughly enjoying herself. I refused to cry out, but I was starting to lose control of my body. Thankfully, I blacked out. This did not please Misandra who jerked me awake by yanking my arm. She then stood up still holding my arm and dragged me to my feet in such a way that she dislocated my shoulder. She spun me around and the kicked me in the ass. We were very close to the opening of her dwelling, and I was propelled forward into the door frame. I'm sure my left arm broke at this point. I fell to the ground. If my arm wasn't broken, it was when she kicked me again. Her foot landed square on my forearm and arms don't bend that way, they are just snap. She then picked me up by my leg and broken arm. I blacked out again from the pain. I came too on a stretcher. Obviously, the Queen knew what was going to happen, because two men were carrying me on a stretcher. I was semi conscious as they brought me to the medical building and the Amazon doctor fixed me up. I woke up in a hospital bed. They had some amazing medicine because I felt no pain, and my legs and hands were break free. My shoulder was no longer dislocated, and I had no signs of a concussion. I felt good, nothing like a truck having run over me. It still however, wasn't a night I wanted to repeat. They sent me back to the kitchen. Another night of serving the Amazons, mostly sexually, and then I was given to another warrior. She used me three times to try and get pregnant. She had no interest in giving me any pleasure, and when she was done she sent me out. I didn't know where else to go so I went and slept on the kitchen floor. The night after that was similar. When I woke up the next morning however the kitchen staff was abuzz with news. Another group was coming back from a successful raid. I was put to work and thought about what this would mean for me. They probably raided the first group of Amazons I lived with. There was a good chance they would return with another breeder, the guy I was traded for. The last couple of nights had been rough; and with no magic spray I was sore. I could see why several of the Amazons and men had predicted I might not last the week. No sense worrying about it though. Nothing I could do but bide my time and look for a way out. The raiding party arrived during the evening meal. You can imagine my surprise when the leader of the raiding party turned out to be the Amazon warrior I had defeated Deianira. Her group had not been quite as successful as Alella's group. She had captured the breeder, but he had died in the fight. She also had only captured twelve girls. I asked one of the more talkative male servers about her. "She was an exile who came to us and asked to face the test. She killed the warrior she fought against and was accepted as a warrior. In her first raid, she showed she was a first-class warrior. The Queen then let her lead the raid on her old tribe. They say she was merciless. I don't envy you tonight." She would certainly kill me. I had to find a way out of this but how? The usual liberties were taken with me and other servers during dinner. I had tried to make sure I served as far away from Deianira as possible. Yet it didn't help. Sooner than usual the Queen spoke. "Deianira the "man destroyer" has returned from a successful raid." Cheers erupted in the room. "She has shown one and all she is a fighter with few equals, slaying all who come before her. She also has shown her loyalty to me." The cheers grew louder. "I wonder then how this breeder managed to best her in combat, sending her into exile?" A hush descended on the crowd. It wasn't that unusual for a lone Amazon to approach the tribe and take the test. It was believed that the other tribes got rid of their troublemakers this way. The Black Breast Plated Amazons however always had a spot for the mean and vicious "troublemakers." Yet no one but the Queen knew the truth, a man had bested her. Now the Queen had let out Deianira's secret to all the other warriors, it was a huge embarrassment. Deianira was not happy; her moment of triumph was being ruined by none other than me. She had worked hard to show the Black Breast Plated Amazons, and especially their Queen, of her value. Now she was humiliated again. The only thing worse than losing to a man was running from a fight. Losing to a man meant exile. Cowards did not get to live another day however, and were killed in the worst way possible. It was one of those things that sat in the back of all of the Amazons' minds; nagging at them to a greater or lesser degree. They knew that men were bigger and stronger on average than women. They knew that the outer world was ruled by men. They knew that men could beat them in combat. Not every man, nor every time but each Amazon knew that one day they might meet their male match. It drove them to train and fight harder. Yes, they had the vambraces, but you never knew what the future would bring. Maybe the vambrace would get damaged or broken? Maybe it would stop working? It meant that the women had to be ready to fight and defeat any man. The Queen resumed, "I am sure Deianira wants to have a rematch of that fight. Who are we to deny her!" The cheer that followed was deafening. The Amazons all got up from the tables so the serving boys could move the tables and benches out of the center of the room. This revealed a painted circle before the Queen's throne. Deianira removed her breastplate and moved into the circle. I also moved into the circle. I heard Alesha's voice in my head, "anything to win." I thought about Connie and the boys. I thought about my Tai Chi training. Somehow I had to win and get out of this. I assumed the ready position and Deianira began to move toward me. I began to move around the circle. We feinted and blocked, occasionally a glancing blow landed. Time was on my side as it was in her interest to finish me quickly. I hoped this would lead her to make a mistake, but so far no luck. I wasn't going to make a mistake if I could help it, I kept out of reach of the Amazons around the circle. The crowd was into it, calling out to Deianira with encouragement and suggested moves. Finally, she got fed up and came at me with a flurry of jabs and punches. The Tai Chi served me well, allowing me to block them all, but Deianira was driving me back to the edge of the circle. She jabbed again with her left. I gambled and grabbed her left hand and forearm pulling her toward me. She reflexively pulled back and I let go. I followed up with a leg sweep, Deianira went down on one knee. I tried to kick her kneecap, but she got her hands in the way blocking my attempt to break her kneecap causing me to stumble. She then propelled herself at me knocking me out of the circle. Just like my last fight with her, the Amazons threw me back into the ring. This put me at a serious disadvantage. Deianira was close enough to grab me and throw me to the ground. She tried to stomp on my groin, but I was able to move my thigh, blocking her. I tried to get up, but she gave me a roundhouse kick that landed hard. I went backward and she followed up by grabbing my throat with both hands. She was strong and I was a goner, if I didn't break this hold. There was no doubt in my mind that she would kill me. In desperation I attacked her eyes. One finger made its way into her eye socket. I pushed as hard as I could, and she released my neck to defend her eyes. I thought I had a chance now, but at the same time, she kneed me in the balls. She only hit me about half as hard as she wanted, as I tried to turn away. She smelled victory and grabbed my balls. Of all things, I was saved by the cock ring. She had a hold of it too and it prevented her from squeezing. This gave me a shot at her throat, and I took it. Slamming my hand into her throat, as hard as I could.  She let go of my balls and scrambled back. We both were back on our feet worse for wear and circling. Deianira had a hand on her throat, rubbing it unconsciously. I prayed as I moved that my balls would stop hurting. The crowd was going wild, this was turning into a great fight. Then there was a loud bang and crash outside the hall. The Amazon's closest to the windows and doors began to fall to the ground. It seemed like an invisible wave was knocking everyone out. The wave washed over me, and I was out like a light. To be continued in part 3. Based on a post by Farmer Jill [https://www.literotica.com/authors/Farmerjill/works], in 3 parts, for Literotica.

Amazon ‘Fiction’: Part 1

AMAZON ‘FICTION’: PART 1 THE ADVENTURE BEGINS. Based on a post by Farmer Jill [https://www.literotica.com/authors/Farmerjill/works], in 3 parts. Listen to the Podcast [https://archive.org/download/summer-2025_202506/AmazonFiction1.mp3] at Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://archive.org/download/summer-2025_202506/AmazonFiction1.jpg] It all started with one woman's desire to prove that Amazons existed. Yes, that's right those legendary female warriors. Her name was Sylvia Riesling, the heiress to the Riesling billions. She was completely obsessed with the Amazons. Sylvia had commissioned a big international conference on the Amazons in Frankfurt Germany. I, Nelson James, was the keynote speaker. I am a professor of Anthropology at an Ivy League university. I was nothing special, just another academic in an obscure field toiling away to feed my wife and three sons. My area of interest was the Amazon River basin and the primitive people still living there. Sure, I had heard rumors of Amazon's, but never really was that interested until that blockbuster movie Amazon World came out. Sheer genius it was, a story of how the legendary women warriors got fed up with the patriarchal world and emerged from their self-seclusion to overthrow it. Plenty of women wanted to see it because it had a good plot, of course the defeat of all the male governments. (This was a movie so there were zero female world governments at the time to overthrow) and the lead actresses were all A-list. Men went with their wives and girlfriends because of all the Amazon warriors in their skimpy battledress were former Playboy bunnies or cheerleaders. Another attraction for many was the first-rate special effects. Let’s face it action movies with babes sell. I heard about the movie when it started production and knew what I had to do. I was in the running for a full professorship, and this could be my way in. I knew my obscure area of study would have a brief time in the limelight and I had to take full advantage. Immediately I researched an academic paper on the Amazons. It would be published in the usual dull Anthropology Journal. That would provide me with the material to write an article in regular English for the New York Times and any other media outlet that wanted to pick it up. This would get me promoted. One theologian of the nineteenth century proffered a hypothetical from the biblical text of Genesis. He cited a Garden of Eden, but separated from the ‘civilized world’ by a global flood. A flood caused by a traumatic shift of the polar rotation, causing seasons, a depletion of hydro shielding of the atmosphere, and a resulting penetration increase in ultraviolet radiation. The major plates of the earth radically broke apart, causing a large ocean between the South American and African plates. The theologian believes it plausible that the Garden of Eden is the Amazon and Ecuadorian South Pacific region. He cites the Galapagos irregularities and species of Tortoises that have perhaps 3 times the lifespan of humans. Could all life forms excel greater, and live longer; in the ‘garden region’? Then the theologian sites the Nephilim giants, offspring of when spirit beings mating with human women. The text of Genesis 6: 4; 4 The Nephilim giants were on the earth in those days, and also afterward; when the spirit beings went to the human women. They seduced the women and had children by them. The offspring became powerful. They were the heroes of old, men of renown human folklore. The biblical references are several, but European civilizations have not seen evidence in many centuries, thus the idea has been discredited as superstition.  The theologian speculates that these mythical Amazons are perhaps superior in body and mind, and irreverent to the creator’s order. The original Spirit beings designed to set up a civilization where women perverted the creator’s order, and made human males into slaves of women. Whereas in other civilizations the offspring men conquered and terrified the world, in the Amazon regions, their superior intellect and science was used to alter genetics in favor of the females. The offspring females were genetically capable of longer life, superior intellect, and godlike in physical attributes. Male offspring, however; were genetically cursed to the limitations of all other humankind. Academia condemned the theologian’s speculations, and it was not allowed to be taught at any credible university. Only bible colleges even entertained it as plausible.  For my academic career’s sake, I went with the consensus theories of the leading universities and published a secular research. I called it Amazons: Fact or Fiction. The Times was interested, and I retained the syndication rights after they had the first exclusive release. In order to write the paper though, I had to get access to the journal of Francois Canard. He was the famous 19th century explorer whose journal documented his discovery of the Amazons. Unfortunately, no one believed Francois at the time, and they declared him mad and institutionalized him. He was known to the Amazon crowd as Bizarre Canard. His family detested that name, and what happened to him. They were always trying to rehabilitate his name and this movie, Amazon World, would bring his name to the forefront. I contacted the family and flew to France to meet with the heir, Jean Paul Canard. I promised to set the record straight on Francois. They would have right to reject anything I wrote before publication, and I would give them a portion of any profits I made, to pay legal fees to have the official record changed. ln exchange, I would have full access to his journal and any other records the family held. For some reason, Jean Paul felt I was trustworthy and agreed to my offer. The movie came out and broke records on its first weekend. My article came out on the Saturday of that weekend and on Monday was reprinted and reposted all around the world. The university loved the publicity, and I was given the full professorship. Moreover, the syndication money was greatly appreciated by my wife Connie. She was great at making our money stretch, but it always was tight. This is where Sylvia came in. With all the hype about the Amazons, she held her conference. Since I was acknowledged as a "world renowned Amazon "expert" I was selected keynote speaker. No expense was spared. Sylvia even paid for Connie and the boys to accompany me. We made a holiday of it and Sylvia had one of her staff tour guide us around Germany for a week. It wasn't all altruistic though. She wanted me to go to the Amazon River basin on an expedition she was funding. Again, no expense would be spared, in the quest to prove the existence of the Amazons. However, there was a problem with me going on the expedition. I had promised Connie no more trips to the Amazon until the boys were through their teen years. Connie had not complained about my previous trips when they were younger; when I was building my career but now she now she wanted my help at home. I had the professorship, so I was pretty secure, and I liked staying home. I loved Connie and being a father. Sylvia was tenacious however, at our first meal together before the conference she had mentioned the expedition and my role in it. I had explained that I had made a promise to Connie but would be glad to help with the preparations. Connie was very happy with my response and showed me her appreciation that night. Sylvia however was relentless, and by the end of our trip in Germany Connie had not only released me from my promise but was encouraging me to go! That conversation would replay over and over again in my mind, over the next year. I suspect it haunted Connie as well. Connie had it all figured out, "Nelson I know you made a promise to me, and you keep your promises. You are a great husband and father; I love being married to you. You are a great provider, working hard to give us what we need, and more. Sylvia has offered you an amazing sum to go on this expedition, This is your reward for all your years of hard work. If it is successful you will receive an even larger bonus. This would make us set for life. Sylvia thinks you will be gone a month, maybe two at the outside. I will be fine for that long; both of our parents will help. I really think you should go." I would have stuck to my promise but also I did want to go, it would cement my reputation and place at the university. The money was a stupid amount, one million dollars. I did also want to stay with my family. I could stay home and still milk my expert status at the same time. Yet Connie was pushing me to go so I agreed. Sylvia had no time to waste, a group was assembled and outfitted in a month. The leader of the expedition would be Lori Becker a self-made millionaire. She came from the wrong side of the tracks and had never failed at anything she had tried. Of course, our leader had to be a woman so she could speak on equal terms with the Amazons we hopefully would meet. Francois had mentioned this in his journal. His expedition included some women, and he made one of them the "leader," since the Amazons would not speak to him. Then there was the two security women, Alesha Murray, and Estelle Rodrigues. They were former special forces and from what I could see, the two women were the real deal. There were plenty of primitive locals, robber barons, and other assorted bad guys in the Amazon River basin so we needed protection. Again, women warriors made sense for the obvious reasons. Then there was Paulo and Mateus and their river boat. They would provide the grunt labor for the group as well as run the boat. They both were very handy and knew parts of the river. They also knew many of the main characters, among the legitimate and illegitimate goings on in this part of the basin. Finally, there was me, the expert advisor, and hopefully with the help of Bizarre Canard's journal the navigator. From my previous experience, this was a good size group for an Amazon river exploration. Small enough to be effective, but not too big to be unwieldy and attract too much unwanted attention from anyone. The three women and I would fly into Iquitos and meet up with Mateus and Paulo. We then would head down the river toward Ecuador, as outlined by Canard in his journal. The first few days were uneventful but soon enough we had left the vestiges of civilization behind. We kept a sharp eye out for the indigenous peoples, and others who didn't like outsiders on their turf. It was a beautiful part of creation, with so many vibrant colors and exotic plants and animals. We continued down the river and had the feeling that we were being watched. This increased with every mile. Estelle was convinced attack was imminent. Alesha not so much, the attack was coming but not yet. We were almost into the mountains, and she was sure it would occur then. There was no doubt in anyone's mind however, that we were being watched and that the watchers had changed. Originally it had been the indigenous who were watching us. They were great at camouflage and concealment, but the high-tech gadgets of Estelle and Alesha could pick out their heat signatures among other things. Now someone else was watching us. The high-tech equipment couldn't pick them up and neither could the naked eye. These people were masters of the hunt. Yet Alesha and Estelle were convinced we were still being watched. When we entered the mountains the river increased in speed but decreased in depth and width. We knew that we would soon have to leave the boat and move forward on foot. Then we saw the arch mentioned in Bizarre Cunard's journal. Everyone was excited that we seemed to be on the right path. Soon after that we stopped for the night at what we thought was a secure location. It was a sand bar with the river on one side and sheer mountain walls on the other side. While we set up camp, Estelle was on guard duty, and she was sharp noticing the stranger first. The person was dressed in a wet suit complete with a mask and carried what looked like a bow in their hand. The person had seemingly appeared out of nowhere, but must have come out of the river. Estelle ordered the person to stop moving and identify themselves. It was at this moment I knew that the expedition had succeeded, but would we live to tell the tale? The stranger spoke, "It is you who should not move; any movement will be met with deadly force. You shall identify yourselves and your purpose here immediately." I could not place the voice. It clearly was translated by a machine. I couldn't see the face of the person who had spoken, but I was sure that the translation did not convey the menace of the threat implied. Estelle started to raise her gun, but an arrow flashed out of nowhere and Estelle went down. After a moment to process what just happened, Lori Becker spoke for us, "We have come in peace; we are on an expedition to find the legendary Amazon warriors." CAPTIVES The person in the wet suit did not reply immediately. The silence was painful, Estelle was bleeding out from the arrow in her chest. It looked like it had pierced her heart, and she wasn't moving. I think all of us were holding our breaths waiting for a reply. Then we were stunned when it came. "You have found what you are looking for. Now listen very closely, any deviation from these instructions will result in your death." I hoped everyone else took that to heart, after Estelle I certainly did. As she spoke, a door opened up in the sheer mountain. She continued, "Very slowly you will strip naked, then you will enter the mountain, taking nothing with you." Soon enough the five of us were naked and travelling on foot through a mountain tunnel. I never looked back to see if we were being followed by the person in the wet suit. I did hear the door close. I could see light ahead of us and we all just walked toward the light. Once we reached it we could see a valley before us. There also was a woman warrior standing in front of us. She had on a breast plate of some kind of metal, forearm guards and a skirt that also looked like armor. There were sandals on her feet. There was some kind of sword on her hip. She did not look very welcoming. "Stop, look down and you will see some amulets. Put them on, they will allow us to communicate." We picked them up and put them around our necks, Lori was quick to try her's out. "I am Lori Becker, leader of this expedition." Lori's speech was cut off at the knees, "Silence, you are nothing until we decide what you are! Anyone who speaks again without being asked, will die. Follow me." The woman was not wearing an amulet but had raised her left arm to speak into her arm guard. We would learn later that these vambraces were a highly sophisticated smart phone, supercomputer, and weapons system, all in one. She then turned and started walking. Now we had lesson number two, and while processing that we followed her. Loud and clear, do what they say without question and remain silent. After an hour of walking, we entered farmland. There were men working in the fields. The men had on loincloths and sandals, nothing else. No one looked at us and our guide did not speak to anyone. Then we approached a village with a wall around it. There was a guard at an opening in the wall. She was dressed identically to our guide. They nodded a greeting to one another, and we moved into the village. She led us to a nondescript building that look like it was made of some kind of spray concrete. There was what looked like a toilet and sink in one corner. The floor was some kind of flexible material. There were two windows in addition to the opening. There was nothing else in the room. I estimated that it measured about 20 by 30. She stopped in the center of the room and looked us over. "You will remain here until you are summoned." Then she left. As she went through the opening a door materialized. We all looked at one another. Mateus was the first to speak. "I guess we found your Amazons, Nelson. Not a very friendly bunch." Paulo snorted at that and went to use the toilet. Alesha slowly circled the room seemingly taking in every detail. She looked out the windows but touched nothing. Lori put on a brave face and addressed us, "I'm not sure what we are facing here, however they seem to be a people of violence and few words. We just have to hang on and see what happens, eventually they will have to let us speak to them and explain ourselves." I wasn't so sure about that, but I had nothing to add so after also using the toilet I just lay down on the floor to rest. The others did the same and were soon lost in our own thoughts about the predicament we were in. We were surprised when the opening appeared, and two men came in carrying trays of food. They put them down inside the opening and left. No one dared speak to them and they said nary a word. The food was good and once we had eaten, and the sun had gone down outside. I did my Tia Chi forms. This was something I did every day. My parents had met through Tia Chi and all of us kids had grown up doing it. It certainly helped me stay calm and focused. As well it kept me in shape and flexible. Then I went to sleep. Paulo and Mateus sat together speaking in Portuguese before they also went to sleep. Alesha did some stretches and then also went to sleep. Lori just sat there looking forlorn. She had always been in control and now she was lost for what to do. I hoped she would get some rest. I awoke as the sun came through the windows. Alesha, Mateus, and Paulo were already awake. Lori looked like she hadn't moved an inch or slept a wink since last night. We didn't have to wait long for our warrior from the previous day to arrive. She strode into the room, "Follow me." Definitely a people of few words. We followed her to another building made of the same materials. Once inside it was obvious it was a medical building. We were led to a room with two large men and one woman in a lab coat. The men had on the same type of loincloths as the men we saw working in the fields yesterday. The two men advanced on Mateus and grabbed his right arm. The woman then took a blood sample. I immediately just raised my right arm as the men grabbed Paulo. Alesha and Lori did the same as me and the men didn't touch us as our samples were collected. The woman then took the five samples and left. The men also left. We were afraid to move but we didn't have long to wait, and our "doctor" reappeared with the men. The men were pushing a bed that looked like an operating table. They picked up Paulo and strapped him to the table. The doctor sprayed something on his groin. She then used a scapple to cut open his scrotum and remove his testicles. Paulo screamed through the entire process. I suspected that the spray was for healing and to avoid infection. These women seemed to enjoy inflicting pain. Once Paulo was a eunuch she sprayed the incision with something else. The wound never bled and appeared closed, healed even. Paulo was then released from the table. He collapsed to the floor, covered in sweat. Mateus and I also were sweating. Who was next? I didn't see any way to escape this and neither did he, we were stuck awaiting our fate. Mateus was next. It went exactly the same except Mateus tried not to cry out. That didn't make the operation any less brutal and Mateus passed out from the pain. Then it was my turn, and I was forced onto the table. The doctor did something different this time. She sprayed where my incision was for my vasectomy. After our third boy was born Connie and I decided we were done having kids and I had the snip. Well, the doctor proceeded to reverse that operation. I didn't know for sure but that's what it seemed like to me. It hurt like hell, and I also tried not to cry out. After she had finished the operation she sprayed the area she worked on. Then she produced a needle and injected it into my leg. That hurt like hell too. Then she was done, and I was removed from the table. Our guide then took us back to our prison. When we arrived, there was another meal awaiting us. Once we had finished eating, two men appeared to take away the dishes and they gave me what was obviously a sample jar. It was bigger than the one I had been given after my vasectomy. It was pretty obvious they wanted a sample. We had been naked around one another for a day now, and their was no privacy in the room. We were not allowed to speak so the four of them wordlessly turned their backs on me so I could produce the sample. I wondered if I could get it up but as soon as I touched my penis it became hard. It seemed harder then it ever had been, I figured it was just because I hadn't had sex for the last 2 weeks. When I ejaculated into the jar I filled it up. Wow, I never had cum so much in my life. I found out much later the injection I was given was a fast-acting, long-lasting sexual stimulant. It meant I would get hard fast the first and subsequent times as required. I also would produce much more sperm than normal. It even contained fertility drugs to facilitate impregnation. These Amazons sure had some advanced medical technology! The men left and within what seemed like an hour our guide was back. She ordered us to follow her. We ended up in the middle of the village. I immediately recognized the set up. It was prepared for a slave auction. There was a raised platform in the center of the open space with a woman warrior standing on it. There were many other women dressed identically, arriving from the rest of the village. Soon the five of us were all beside the platform waiting as the last of the women warriors arrived. I figured that all the Amazons, a few hundred in the village, were now present. Mateus was prodded onto the platform and the Amazon already on it spoke, "Fresh from the outside, we have a laborer. It is gifted with old mechanical technology knowledge and a strong body. Unsuitable for breeding but useful for service." I guess my blood sample showed I was suitable as a breeder and Mateus and Paulo's were not. I learned late that they like men who had had vasectomy's. As long as there were no hereditary issues the men who’d been snipped made good proven breeders and with their advanced technology it was easy to reverse the operation. Then the bidding began. Soon enough Mateus was bought by one of the Amazon's in the square. The auctioneer then pointed her right arm at Mateus and a laser came out of the vambrace to brand him on the right butt cheek. Mateus was given to his new owner, and Paulo was moved onto the platform. "Also fresh from the outside, another similar type for service. This one is younger but otherwise the same." Paulo was sold, branded, and given to his new owner. Clearly these Amazons were into object lessons. The auctioneer then left the platform, and two men placed a throne on it. What I could only image was the leader of the Amazon's then sat on the throne. She was dressed the same as the others except while the other's armor was silver her's was gold. The two men then used hoes to make a circle in front of the platform. Once they were done the leader addressed Alesha and Lori. "I am queen Zenoba and now we shall see if you two things are warrior women or not." Lori was then prodded into the circle. From the other side of the circle came one of the Amazons. She had removed her breastplate and was now bare chested. Seeing her proud firm breasts had me immediately hard. It was pretty clear to me that Lori was expected to fight this woman to see if she was suitable Amazon material. I wasn't sure how this would go. Lori was a strong confident woman, but I was unsure about her fitness level or of her fighting skills. The woman advance on Lori and threw a fake punch, followed by a leg sweep. Lori went down hard. I heard some of the other Amazon's in the crowd say "one." Lori got up slowly and I think it had now dawned on her that she was in the fight of her life or more aptly the fight for her life. Lori tried to assume a fighting stance. The Amazon advanced on her again going in for a grapple. I wanted to shout out for her not to engage, but we were told to be silent. Lori engaged in the grapple. They locked hands and the Amazon soon had Lori on her knees grimacing in pain and then kicked her square in the chest, knocking her back. I heard the "twos" from the crowd and silently prayed Lori would do better. The Amazon advance again, Lori tried to rush her, and the Amazon side stepped and grabbed Lori's arm. Lori cried out as the Amazon applied pressure. As more pressure was applied Lori started to beg for mercy. The queen then spoke, "Enough." The Amazon immediately let go of Lori's arm and Lori collapsed to the ground. Her shoulder was probably dislocated, and Lori was moaning in pain. A knife was then handed to the Amazon fighter who grabbed Lori by the hair, pulled her head back exposing her neck and slit her throat. More lessons for us. Fight hard to win and don't show pain. The two men dragged the body out of the circle. It now was Alesha's turn. A new Amazon entered the circle also bare chested. Alesha let the Amazon get close and when she tried a feint with a fake punch Alesha stepped into it. She caught the Amazon's fist with her left arm and then brought up her right knee slamming it into the Amazon's thigh. Alesha followed up with a brutal kidney punch. Alesha then let go of the arm and the Amazon went down on one knee. Her eyes narrowed and her face flushed. Alesha had embarrassed her, and hate emanated off of the Amazon. Alesha stepped back and said "one." This caused the crowd to murmur and the Amazon to charge forward at Alesha. Alesha turned to present a smaller target, but the Amazon jumped at her. Alesha was not expecting that move and the Amazon had amazing agility. She flew into Alesha's chest knocking her back. Alesha knew she was going down on her back and reached out for the Amazon's hair. As they hit the ground Alesha pulled the Amazon's hair as hard as she could. She followed up with a punch to the throat as the Amazon pulled her head back. Alesha then rolled away and stood up. Her chest and back was hurting from the landing but the Amazon was in worse shape. Rubbing her throat the Amazon was now so enraged when Alesha said "two" she launched herself again at Alesha. They grappled briefly but Alesha's special forces training was superior to the Amazon's skills and Alesha now had the Amazon in an arm bar. Alesha did not hold back and felt the arm dislocate before looking at the queen. Alesha then applied more pressure to the point of almost breaking the Amazon's arm. "Enough." Alesha let go of the Amazon as the queen spoke. The Amazon had never cried out or even moaned and never fell to the ground either. She stood up and faced her Queen lowering herself to a kneeling position. I thought for sure she was getting her throat slit. However, I was wrong, as I would learn these Amazons respected effort and the ability to tolerate pain. The Queen left her in that position for what seemed an eternity. The defeated Amazon was clearly in pain and discomfort but tried her best not to show it. "Rise Reyana, you fought a warrior and lost. Yet you never gave up or showed weakness. The warrior you fought is clearly a skilled fighter, and now our sister. Learn from her and your loss." Then the queen looked at Alesha who had assumed the same position as the woman she had defeated. "What is your name noble warrior?" "My name is Alesha; how may I be of service?" Although you had to be quick to see it a ghost of a smile appeared on the Queen's face. Clearly Alesha had impressed her. The Queen regarded Alesha as if seeing her for the first time. "Alesha, you have earned the right to be one of us, the Amazons of Fire Valley, do you pledged undying allegiance to your Queen?" Alesha was no dummy. She was quickly figuring out how to survive here. "Yes my Queen, I pledge my undying allegiance to the Queen of the Amazon's of Fire Valley." Then rise my new warrior, go with Reyana, and learn our ways. Then the Queen got up and left the platform. The crowd dispersed, leaving me and my original guide. She gave me a searing look. I was getting the hang of these people too and I did not flinch. I just looked back at her with the blandest look I could muster. After a minute or two she smirked at me, "I'm sure you can find your own way back to your accommodations." I'm sure this was another test, and I wanted to live so I walked the most direct route back to my prison. No one paid any attention to me. As I stared straight ahead I tried to also take in what was happening around the village. Basically, I saw a few men working at various tasks. I also saw a few Amazons, but they were doing nothing of significance. Everything was clean and tidy. When I entered my prison I noticed in the middle of the room was now an operating room table just like back in the medical building. It was complete with plenty of restraints. I could by now begin to guess what it was for. Yet there was no sense in worrying about it and instead I went through my Tai Chi forms. Lunch was brought to me by two large men and once I was done eating they pointed at the table. I climbed onto it laying on my back. They secured me in what I learned was called the Amazon position. I had my knees bent and pulled into my chest. One of them then jabbed me with a needle, another injection. My thoughts went to Connie and the boys. In particular I reflected on Connie and my conversation about joining this expedition. I wonder if Connie would still want me to go if she had of known I would become a sperm donor to a bunch of Amazons. Clearly, they were going to breed themselves on this table. The two men left and one of the Amazons entered my prison. She deftly stripped off her armor and clothing. She looked amazing, if you like athletic women. Firm perky tits and long-toned legs. Her vulva had a trim patch of hair on it that did nothing to hide the fact she was aroused. My arousal was also evident as my cock was hard as granite and she wasted little time impaling herself on it. She then used me for her satisfaction. She must have cum twice before I unloaded into her womb. She then go off and dressed. A few minutes after she left another Amazon entered the room. The exact same thing happened. For the next month or so I would be used by about 100 of these Amazon women. I'm pretty sure it was about one third of the total who lived in the village that took their turn. Obviously, they couldn't all get pregnant, some had to be able to defend the tribe. Neither Alesha nor the Queen came and used me. The routine was the same every day. The two men would arrive with breakfast, when I was done they then secured me to the table and gave me the injection. Amazons would come and go riding me until I came into their wombs. Some were pretty rough about it; none were even remotely loving. I learned later that they came as they entered their fertile times. With the fertility drugs and increased amount of sperm, the odds of pregnancy increased dramatically. If what I learned later was true I impregnated between two thirds and three forths of the Amazons who used me. I wonder what my sons would think of the fact that they would soon have 60 to 75 siblings, mostly girls. Apparently, they had mostly figured how to effect the gender outcome too, but it didn't always work. I knew the day's breeding was over when the men would reappear and release me from the table. They would also bring me another meal. The rest of the time was my own, but I couldn't leave the prison. The door appeared and disappeared for the male servants and the Amazons but not me. I would do my Tai Chi forms and sleep. Then came the day when I was taken out of my prison and brought back to the central square. The Queen was sitting on her throne on the platform, all of the other Amazons were standing around another circle before her. I was placed in the circle. One of the Amazons entered the circle from the other side. She was bare chested but otherwise dressed just like the warriors Alesha and Lori had fought. I was still naked. I had not worn any clothes since the day I was captured. It was pretty clear that I was going to have to fight for my continued existence. I had served my purpose, and I figured this was a test, for what I didn't really know. I was certain however I needed to win to avoid dying. I also knew I was at a serious disadvantage, not only were my balls exposed and vulnerable, but I had received my injection that day and my cock was hard. The Amazon warrior before me I definitely remembered from when she used me. She had been rough, biting, and scratching me. After I had cum in her she had spit in my face. This was not going to be easy. I remembered Alesha's words to me back while we were still free. "Tai Chi is nice, but it has become a sport with rules and traditions. Fights are real but they are not do or die. If you ever get in a fight in this jungle, no rules, no etiquette, fight to win. Do whatever it takes to win. And most of all, all this goes double if you are up against a woman." The Amazon warrior began to advance on me, and I adopted the ready position. She had a look of arrogance about her, I wondered if she ever lost? She advanced on me, and we traded blows. The Tai Chi helped me put up a great defense. I was mostly on the defensive and tried to see if I could get an opening at some point. I also had to protect my vulnerabilities. After a few minutes of sparing, she slightly lost her footing and that was all I needed. I swept her legs out from under her, and she completely lost her balance, but she didn't land hard. She was fit and flexible and recovered in a crouch. I moved back hoping to hear the word "one." It was music to my ears when I heard it from the crowd. Obviously, my opponent was infuriated and charged at me, we traded blows again and it was all I could do to keep her blocked. I made a mistake, and she moved in at that point to grab my balls but luckily I was sweating so hard she couldn't quite get a grip. It gave me an opening to knee her in the crotch. I hit her as hard as possible, and it stunned her. I followed up with a couple of jabs to her breasts. This caused her to lower her defenses for just a moment at this and I punched her hard in the head. She staggered back and I took two formal steps back praying to hear a "two." I almost smiled when I heard it from the crowd. I also heard the murmurs of the crowd; it encouraged me as much as it further enraged my opponent. She pressed in for the attack and she was relentless. I decided to stop trading blows and get mobile moving away from her. Around the circle, we went, her looking for an opening and me trying to survive. Then I made a mistake, I moved too close to the edge of the circle. One of the Amazons in the crowd gave me a shove towards my opponent. She bared her teeth in delight and moved to crush me. I did the only thing I could think of, I used my momentum to drop and roll. The Amazon dodged out of the way and then leapt to pin me on the ground. As I rolled I grabbed a handful of dirt and threw it into her face, hoping to hit her eyes. It worked, and while she was distracted I was able to jump back to my feet. She recovered with almost unbelievable speed and moved in to grab me. I used the opportunity to ram my forehead into her nose. Blood sprayed everywhere as her nose shattered. Yet there was no time to lose, I took her to the ground in a full nelson and pressed my knee into her back. It was an uncomfortable position for me, but it was brutal for her. She tried to get out of it, but I increased the pressure, I fully intended to keep going until I incapacitated her or killed her but then the Queen stopped the match. "Enough." I immediately let go and moved away from the Amazon who struggled to her feet. She then moved in front of the platform and knelt before the queen. I moved into the same position behind and to the right of the Amazon. I guessed that it was the right thing to do but wasn't sure. The Queen made us wait and sweat just like after Alesha's fight. "Deianira, you lost to a man, you have failed your name (Deianira means man destroyer) and your Queen. You are no longer one of us." The Amazon called Deianira was then pulled to her feet by two of the Amazons. Her clothing was stripped from her, and she was led away. I would learn later that she was then banished from the tribe. Expelled from the valley naked and vulnerable likely to die. That left me wondering what was going to happen to me. The Queen let me wait some more before ordering that I be taken to her room. I guess I earned the right to breed the Queen, but it was not quite that easy. Lucky for me the two male slaves that took me to her quarters risked the rath of the Amazons to warn me. In a whisper the one on the left said, "Thank you for beating Deianira, she was evil to us all. To survive mating with the Queen you must fight." Great, out of the frying pan and into the fire! The Queen's bed chamber of all things had a bed in it. Crazy that. After sleeping on the floor for a month a bed would be nice, but something told me that if I survived there would be no sleeping in this bed. There would be no snuggles and a second round in the morning either. I almost laughed out loud at my predicament. Then I remembered my conversation back in Germany with Connie. I wondered if this was the reward that Connie was thinking about when she encouraged me to leave? All thoughts left my mind as the Queen entered the room. She was naked and clearly in amazing shape. Below her proud firm breasts was a six pack any body builder would envy. She had toned thighs and walked with the grace of a panther. The slaves said I had to fight; this woman was going to tear me in half! I wondered if it was like honeybees, the Queen mates with you and then kills you. Oh well I thought at least I will try to give a good showing. The Queen advanced on me, and I assumed the ready position. Again, I was at a disadvantage. My cock was rock hard and my balls were unprotected. I decided to gamble on a move she probably wasn't expecting. It looked like she wanted to grapple so I stepped in, put my arms around her and pulled her face toward mine. She might not have been expecting it, but she reacted like lightning. Instantly her two arms shot up and broke my hold on her head, her knee came up to hit me in the balls. I was anticipating this and twisted my waist to take the blow on my thigh while darting my face forward to give her a kiss. She was clearly surprised by my move and allowed the kiss but at the same time wrapped her arms around me and flung me onto the bed. I rolled to my knees as she dove after me. We grappled and soon she had me pinned to the bed. I could not believe how strong she was. Without releasing my hands that were held by her own she maneuvered herself onto my cock and began to ride me. I did not resist and waited for my chance. As her first orgasm hit her I quickly broke her grip on me and rolled her onto her back. I grabbed her throat with both hands and began pounding into her as my cock had not slipped out during my roll. She hit the side of my head with a right and then the other side with a left. It hurt like hell, and I feared a concussion, but I held on tighter. She then pushed her two hands between my arms and literally ripped them from her throat. I once again could not believe her strength. She then rolled me back over onto my back and grabbed my nipples as she impaled herself on me. The pain was intense, but I quickly reached in and grabbed her nipples. I literally tried to rip them off her tits as I could feel the blood start to flow from her nails digging into the flesh on my chest. As all of this was happening she continued to slam herself down on my cock. It was a battle of wills and as I also drew blood from one breast I could feel my climax building. The Queen increased the amount of force she was using, and it felt like I was going to black out from the pain. I fought the darkness and reached deep down for my own renewed strength and her other nipple started to bleed. At this point we were sweating and grunting. Then she had an orgasm with the force of a tsunami! The Queen's vagina clamped down on my cock as she came and this in turn cause me to erupt. I never knew I was into pain but the orgasm that hit me took my breath away. It seemed to have the same effect on her. We both relaxed our grips on each other's nipples as we rode out the orgasmic ecstasy. I seized the opportunity to pull her down for another kiss. I bit her lip and then snaked my tongue into her mouth. She sent her tongue to meet mine and wrestle it into submission. I used the kiss as a distraction to once again roll her over, so I was on top. My cock was still hard as diamonds, so I slammed it back into her. I had never felt a vagina like hers and the sensations were incredible. However, I was so wrapped up in the moment that I started to lose focus on the fight. She seized the opportunity to then roll me back onto my back and pinned me into the Amazon position. She then rode me hard through two more of her own climaxes before I came again filling her womb. At this point I was exhausted but I knew it wasn't over, so I rolled out from under her and got off the bed. I then went down on one knee and bowed my head. I didn't know what to expect next but what I didn't expect at all was that the Queen would laugh. "Go back to your accommodation worthless man I am done with you." I had survived. I didn't know why she laughed until much later when one of the Amazons explained it to me. Only women were required to assume the position of submission before the Queen. By definition men were only servants so submission was assumed. She had laughed at my attempt to be a woman. I made it back to my prison and found a meal waiting. I ate and then did my forms. I couldn't help but wonder what would happen next. I had finished my meal and was reflecting on two things. Firstly, the immense pain in my chest from Queen Zenoba abusing my nipples. I hoped she was feeling the same discomfort, but I imagine she had some magic spray available to her. It was probably already all healed. Secondly, I was wondering what they were going to do with me. I had been forced to breed about a third of the woman warriors and the Queen. Was I going to be made a eunuch and sold to one of the women, or something else? No sense worrying about it. To take my mind off of the pain I did my Tai Chi forms. My previous instructors might not have been happy with my performance in my fight with Deianeira, but I didn't care. I had won and I thanked my parents for getting me into Tai Chi. Certainly the flexibility and balance had served me well. Obviously, my style had been more Tai Chi/brawler but thanks to Alesha's advice it had won me victory. That was the important part and there was no way I was going to forget it. This made me think about Alesha and the fact I had not seen her since she had won her fight and become an Amazon warrior herself. Then my prison door opened, and a man entered, I assumed to take away the supper dishes. He was there for that, but he also had a can of spray magic and aimed it at my bloody nipples and sore chest. By the time he had gathered up the dishes and left the wounds were healed and the pain was gone. Amazing stuff! The sun had gone down, and I was tired out from the day's exertions, so I lay down and went to sleep. I was awakened early by a man with my breakfast. When I was done one of the Amazons I had not met yet entered my prison. She ordered me to follow her. She led me to the opening in the wall around the village. At the opening we met another Amazon who had what looked like a lap top bag with her. She fell in behind me and the three of us walked down the trail that I figured was to the west. At first we passed farms but soon we left them and the village behind. We walked all day through the rainforest and then we stopped for the night. I was given some travel food. It looked like the rations you get in the army. Yet it was the perfect temperature and tasted delicious. No one had said anything all day. It was no different after our meal. One of the Amazons was clearly on sentry duty and the other one lay down to rest. I followed suit and soon was asleep. It was a quite night and in the morning was shaken awake by one of the Amazons. After another meal and my injection, we were back on the trail. Judging from the sun it was about noon when we apparently reached our destination. It was a large open field carved out of the rainforest. It seemed about the same size as a football field. We were on one of the long ends and there was a post in the ground that they tied me too. I was tied only around my waist with my hands and feet free. Diagonally across from me on the other side was a similar post. Minutes after I was secured, 3 people emerged from the forest on the other side. 2 were clearly Amazons, the only difference in attire from the Amazons with me was a blazing sun on their breastplates. The other person was a man, naked like me and soon tied to the post. One of the Amazons then walked 10 paces from the post to the right and stopped. The other one started walking to toward me. My two Amazon's did the same thing. One walked 10 paces from the post to the left and stopped. The other walked toward the naked man. The Amazons walking toward the tied men had the small bags with them. Once the Amazon with the blazing sun arrived in front of me she produced a needle from the bag and took a blood sample. She then opened the bag up revealing some kind of machine. The blood sample needle was inserted into the side, and she injected the blood into the machine. I could not see any screen or light to show a result, but after a moment she stood up and handed me a sample jar. It was all becoming clear to me what was going on. If I passed the medical tests I was to be traded for the other guy undergoing the same tests. This was a simple swapping of bulls or studs. The injection served it's purpose because I became instantly hard when I touched my cock. I then filled the container. The Amazon took the container and poured the contents into another opening in the machine. After a moment she drew a knife from her belt and turned to face the other side of the field. The Amazon on the other side of the field finished what I assumed was the same process with the other man. She also drew a knife and faced us. At this point, both of the Amazons turned and cut the bindings of the man on the pole in front of them. I didn't need to be told what to do I just followed the blazing sun Amazon back across the field. We met at almost exactly the halfway point of the field, but no greetings were shared. This was obviously a highly ritualized process that I had not read about in Canard's journal. In Canard's journal there had been only one group or tribe of Amazons occupying four valleys. Something definitely had changed. I suspected the four valleys now were occupied by competing factions. This didn't mean Canard was wrong, Canard had been here over 150 years before, it just meant things had changed. So far Canard had been accurate about the arch by the river, as well as the dress of the Amazons we had met. Canard also had reported on the sophistication of the Amazon's technology and that clearly was still true. To be continued in part 2. Based on a post by Farmer Jill [https://www.literotica.com/authors/Farmerjill/works], in 3 parts, for Literotica.

Betting her Ass

BETTING HER ASS. ANOTHER LOOK AT ‘GIRLS NIGHT OUT.’ Based on a post by Farmer Jill [https://www.literotica.com/authors/Farmerjill/works]. Listen to the Podcast [https://archive.org/download/summer-2025_202506/BettingHerAss.mp3] at Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://archive.org/download/summer-2025_202506/BettingHerAss.jpg] It was the usual thing, Dexter and Mia Johnson were married 19 years, and everyone thinks they have it all together. They met at a 4th of July fireworks. The fireworks were over, and it started to rain. Dexter had a coat and Mia didn't. He lent her his and the rest is history. Two kids came along, Allison and Amy. Two good kids, two good jobs, a nice house in the suburbs. Dexter and Mia were more in love now than when they first married. The only thing Dexter could complain about was Mia's friends Cynthia and Roxanne. Cynthia or Cyndi (sounds like sin for a reason) was married to Chet, and they had no children. Cyndi was a beautiful woman. She knew it and used it. Cyndi liked to try new things and always talked about the latest concepts. They weren't always new ideas, but they were new to her, and she spoke about them with passion like a true believer. Cyndi's latest was that the three women should start going out one night a month together, the dreaded girls' night out ( or Girls’ Night, for short). Roxanne went by Roxy, and if Cyndi was beautiful, Roxy was gorgeous. She was married to Tom. They had a single child. Roxy wasn't the sharpest knife in the drawer and usually would get drawn into Cyndi's latest ideas. Sometimes this caused Roxy some grief because she didn't always "get" all the fine details of Cyndi's latest obsession. TikTok trends were an example of this. Cyndi got into a phase of TikTok and never should have told Roxy about "The one chip challenge." Luckily, Roxy only had some bad diarrhea. Thankfully, Tom or Mia usually caught Roxy before she did something really stupid. Dexter was used to laughing as Mia told him about Cyndi's latest and greatest but when the topic of a girl's night out came up he did not laugh. "Mia I'm not sure if you're asking me if you can go or just telling me about it but it's a hard no." Mia was taken aback, Dexter had hard lines, but she hadn't been near one in a while. "Dex, what do you mean, hard no? Cyndi said that this could be good for a marriage. I also don't like you saying hard no, you can't order me around." "Mia, when we got married, we committed to one another. That means we have a veto over the other person. In my mind, it means that each person should know what would be a veto thing to the other and therefore not do it in the first place, or in other words, use a self-veto. Let me give you a real-world example. 3 weeks ago, all of the guys were going to the stripper bar after work because Davis was getting married. I didn't think you would like me to go to a stripper bar. I also didn't think it was appropriate for me to go. I imposed a veto on myself and told them I wasn't going. I gave Tony $50 bucks to buy a round on me, and I came home. Maybe you would have said yes, maybe you wouldn't care but I don't think it is appropriate behavior for me, your husband. If I had of wanted to go and asked you and you said no, I would not have gone and respected your veto." Mia spent some time digesting Dexter's words. Part of the reason they had such a good marriage is because they talked things out. Mia also remembered a few times when Cyndi's schemes had almost cost them money before Dexter pointed out the flaws. "Dex I wasn't sure if I was going to ask you if I could go along, but now I don't have to. I am not going but I am interested to see if what Cyndi think's it will achieve will actually happen." "Mia I love you more than anything, and I'm glad you aren't going to go with Cyndi and Roxy. I would also be interested to hear about whether or not it pans out like Cyndi thinks." Dexter never wanted to close the door on communication. Moreover, he knew he had been kind of harsh and didn't want Mia to think him as a bully. He was not changing his mind however, about the Girls’ Night. Dexter was also taking nothing for granted and was going to talk to Chet and Tom as soon as possible. Three days later while they were eating supper, Mia told Dexter about Cyndi and Roxy's Girls’ Night the night before. Mia was pretty excited. "Umm, Dex; Cyndi and Roxy went out last night, Thursday's is lady's night at Maxi's. They told me it was great." Dexter pondered for a moment, something about Maxi's was out there that he couldn't remember. Then it came to him. "Isn't Maxi's like a pickup bar?" "I'm not sure about that, but it is the happ'n place to be in this town. Cyndi said that Chet didn't know what hit him when she got home. Roxy said that Tom liked how rejuvenated she was. So far, this seems to be working like they said." Mia knew better than to push any harder about the Girls’ Night and going with her friends. She definitely wanted to go with them, but Dexter said no, and it wasn't worth a big fight. The following Wednesday Dexter met up with Chet and Tom for a beer. After beers were ordered, Dexter got to the point. "Thanks for coming, Chet and Tom. I really appreciate you coming out to speak with me. I was wondering about your wives and them going out together once a month." Chet laughed, "Yes, the good'ole girl's night out. Cyndi's latest thing. What would you like to know?" "It seems your wives have been telling my wife Mia about how great it is. Specifically, that it has made a difference in the bedroom." Now Tom laughed, "That's a laugh, Roxy came home the first time all hot and bothered and wanted to get it on. She was all worked up. I said No thanks. I told her that I had no interest in being the vicarious recipient of her lust for other guys. She wasn't happy about that, and tried to deny it. I told her that once she was truly excited for me, lusting for me, then I would be available. She was shocked that I turned her down for sex. The girls went out on Thursday, and by Saturday, she was all over me, once the kid went to bed. Sure, it was great, but I think there was some left-over lust from Thursday that reduced it from awesome." Chet had taken a different approach, "That's a good idea, but it's not what I did. Instead, on the Wednesday night before, I took Cyndi to bed right after supper and gave her my best. By the time we fell asleep, I was worn out. When she came home the next night from her Girls’ Night, I pretended to be asleep; so any amorous intentions she might have had, didn't get fulfilled." Dexter tried to match up what the husbands said, with what their wives told Mia. Then Chet continued, "What about you Dex? Why isn't Mia going with our wives to the Girls’ Night?" "I told her no. I told her that we had veto rights over the other's actions, and I didn't want her to go. I told her I saw no benefit, only a downside." Tom was impressed, "That's what I should have done. Sorry Chet, but Cyndi tends to lead Roxy down the garden path. Anyways it made me sit down with Roxy and have a serious conversation about fidelity; and that if she did anything that didn't pass the husband test we’re done. What did Mia specifically say they told her?" "She said that your wife was rejuvenated by the experience; and that Chet didn't know what hit him." Chet laughed louder, "I think that Cyndi got that confused; she said that to me, after I wore her out on Wednesday. She said, What got into you? I don't know what hit me.' She liked our Wednesdays before her Girls’ Night, at least that's what she told me. So, I guess in a way it is good for us, but frankly I've never complained about the sex with Cyndi, anyways." Tom looked confused, "Rejuvenated, is not the word I would use, but it sort of works. Roxy, before this Girls’ Night thing wasn't initiating very much, but now she did. Not that she turned me down very often, when I initiated. But you know, it's nice when they come after you for a change." Dexter was feeling much better about things after he left the bar. Chet and Tom seemed to have things well-in-hand. Mia said nothing about the Girls’ Night for the next couple of months, but her friends wouldn't let it go, that she wasn't coming. Cyndi especially wanted to get Mia to come. Cyndi had discovered something called the hotwife lifestyle that she wanted to couple with the Girls’ Night. She called Mia and invited her out for coffee on the Monday before the women were having another Thursday Girls’ Night. Cyndi was already seated when Mia arrived. "Hi Cyndi, what's so important that we have to meet for coffee today?" "Oh, Mia! There's so much to tell you. But first I have to ask, can you remind me why don't you come to our girls’ night out?" Mia was a little embarrassed about this. She had told Cyndi and Roxy she wasn't interested; she didn't want to tell them that Dexter said no. "I'm just not interested Cyndi; it's not my thing." "Come on, Mia! It's loads of fun. It makes a girl feel young and wanted, desired even." "Dex wants me, I'm certain he desires me, I don't need anyone else for that." "Come on Mia, you aren't even a little bit interested in seeing what happens? Maybe Roxy and I are doing things there, that have really spiced things up in the bedroom." Truthfully, Mia was very interested in being part of the Girls’ Night. She tried to keep the eagerness under control, and out of her tone, "What kind of things have you two been doing?" "Oh, a few little things that might not pass the husband test. But don't worry; Chet's fully on board and is reaping the results." Mia was shocked. Chet was okay with this? "Sure, he is. It gets him right worked up that we're out flirting and things. He especially likes it when I come home and give him the details." If Mia had a fault, it was being too trusting. If Cyndi was telling her this, it must be true. This just made Mia want to go to the next Girls’ Night, all the more. "Wow, well, I can talk to Dex about it. I'll see what he thinks." Cyndi saw an opening and drove in the wedge, "What about what he thinks? Aren't you your own boss? Does he think he can order you around, and tell you what to do? I thought Dex was a good guy? Now you’re telling me he's some kind of dinosaur. Next time we all get together, I'm going to have a talk with him." That was the last thing Mia wanted: Cyndi talking to Dex about this. She also didn't want Cyndi to think she was under Dexter's thumb. "Ok, I'm pretty sure I'm good to go with you guys; but I am going to run it by Dex." Cynthia held off talking about anything else. She figured she had pushed hard enough, for now. If Mia came on Thursday, she could tell her about the hot-wife thing, then. That night, after the kids went to bed, Mia and Dexter were on the sofa watching TV. Mia really wanted to go out to the Girls’ Night on Thursday and decided she had better talk to Dex, sooner rather than later. "Dex, you know how we spoke about me going on a Girls’ Night a while back? You told me about your veto, and I've been thinking about that. If the President uses the veto, the Senate and House can override it, but if that doesn't work then the congress can try again. I'm not interested in overriding your veto, but I would like to discuss it again." "Sure Mia, we can discuss it again. Good communication is one of the keys to a happy marriage. What has changed with Cyndi and Roxy, and their Girls’ Night, which is going to convince me not to use my veto?" "Cyndi told me that She and Chet are really reaping the rewards of this, in the bedroom. She said he gets very worked up. Roxy told me that She and Tom are the same. This has really spiced things up for them." "Mia, are you telling me that you aren't enjoying our loving? I thought we kept it pretty exciting? It wasn't too long ago you told me it was spectacular. What sorts of things could happen on a Girls’ Night, that we couldn't do together?" "Cyndi says that there is flirting and other things that they do when they are out that might not pass the husband test, but Chet and Tom are on board with it, and it is ramping things up in the bedroom." Dexter was stunned. Chet and Tom were good with that? No way. "Mia, there is no way that Chet and Tom are good with their wives fooling around on their Girls’ Night." "No Dex it's true, Cyndi told me, and Roxy confirmed it." "Ok Mia, how about this then. We have a bet about this. I bet that Chet and Tom are not on board with their wives doing things with other men, that would not pass the husband test." Mia was sure that she could win this bet; she would make the wager, and then she could go out to the Girls’ Night. "What kind of bet are we talking about, Dex? What would you want to bet, the loser does dishes for the week? Something like that?" "No Mia. I want weekly anal sex if I win, what do you want if you win?" Mia was flabbergasted. Dexter had never shown any interest in anal sex and the thought of it disgusted her. "I thought you weren't interested in that, Dex, has something changed?" "No change, but when you lose, I want you to remember this for a long time." Mia said nothing, but pulled out her phone and started texting. A flurry of texts later Mia was ready to respond. "Ok Dex, I think this is a sucker bet; but when you lose I get to go out to a Girls’ Night with Cyndi and Roxy. I just texted with them, and you are definitely going to lose. You can back out if you like." Dexter shook hands with his wife to confirm the bet. Then Mia wanted to show him the texts. "We can settle this right now, Dex, look at my phone you can read the texts." "No thanks, we will settle this thing properly. Your friends might be bending the truth." "Cyndi said you would say that. She also said that Chet is embarrassed and doesn't want to talk about it. If you ask him, she said he would deny everything to protect his ego." "That Cyndithia sure knows everything. I guess we will just have to independently confirm what she says." "If we can't call Chet because he won't give us a straight answer, what do you propose Dex?" "I'll tell you Thursday Mia. Don't look so glum. I know you want to go on this Girls’ Night, but you can certainly wait at least another week. If it's such an easy bet like you think, your friends would probably do it again next week." Tuesday and Wednesday dragged slowly for Mia. Dexter not so much. He was counting on ego's to prove him right. Perhaps it should be said; he was betting on egos to prove him right. There was just no way that Chet and Tom would change their minds. Fantasies are one thing, but what guy would actually want their wife to come home all revved up from being with someone else? This whole Girls’ Night thing was like letting a serpent into the garden. On Thursday, Mia came home from work to find Dexter already home. "Hi, are you ready to go out on a date, my love?" "Ah, sure, Dex. Where are we going? and where are the kids?" "Your parents have the kids, and we are going out to supper and then to a club. You need to put on these new work clothes I bought you and put this wig on." Dex had gone to the local college and borrowed really good wigs. Mia took her wig, she was brunette, tonight she would be a blonde. Dex the blonde was going to have black hair and a moustache. They both would wear glasses. Mia figured they were playing dress up for a reason, she just couldn't figure out why. "To settle our bet, we are going to first go out for supper like two businesspeople away from home, and then we are going for a drink at Maxi's. While there, we are going to see what your friends get up to, on their Girls’ Night. Phone, please." Mia watched Dexter put her phone in his suit jacket pocket. He put his own in the pocket on the other side. Mia believed that this idea seemed reasonable. Dex would see with his own eyes, what Cyndi and Roxy were up to, and she could go next time, simple as that. It was also kind of fun dressing up in a disguise. The wigs were good quality, and when Mia looked in the mirror with the glasses, she indeed looked like a businesswoman. Dex certainly looked like a businessman too; one that Cyndi and Roxy were unlikely to recognize. Dinner was great. Mia was enjoying her date with Dex. She reflected on the whole Girls’ Night thing. What was the big deal? She had such a good time with Dex, isn't that why you get married? Girls’ Night is for single women looking to meet someone, not married ones looking to have a happy life. It is one thing to go out once or twice a year with your gal pals to a concert or a birthday party, but every month or every few weeks, this seemed counterproductive. That was time spent away from the person you supposedly wanted to spend your life with. This said, Mia was definitely wondering what Cyndi and Roxy would be up to at Maxi's. Dexter and Mia arrived at Maxi's at 9 pm. It was fairly busy, being ladies' night with cheap drinks for the women. There were plenty of guys there, too; as could be expected. Dexter found them a nice table with a good view, but somewhat out of the way. They had been there only a few minutes when Cyndi and Roxy arrived. After getting drinks, the two women found a table in a main traffic zone. They both were dressed to impress but not slutty. After an hour, Mia was starting to get worried about who was the sucker in this bet. Cyndi and Roxy had been up to dance together and with only a couple of guys. Nothing even remotely risqué had happened. No one bought them drinks, no one sat down with them. They didn't go sit with anyone else. Dexter noticed Cyndi dancing with a very good-looking blonde guy. He never asked her again and soon zeroed in on a very big-chested blonde woman. Dex watched them leave together at 10:45. At 11 pm, Dexter went to the bar to get them a drink as the bartender looked momentarily not busy. "A draft and a white wine, please?" "Sure, coming right up." It was a quick order, Dexter paid and then decided to ask a question. he pointed to Cyndi and Roxy, "Those two in the green and blue dresses, are they regulars?" "I guess you could call them that, but I would call them cock teases." "What do you mean?" "Oh, they are a couple of married women on the prowl; to get amped up for their husbands, but that's it. You look like you're here on business and if you want to hook up with some married slut that are the real deal, try that one over there." The bartender pointed to a solitary woman just coming back from the washroom. She had on a slutty Little black dress, and Dex had noticed she received plenty of attention. Motioning back to Cyndi and Roxy. "So, is that why those two aren't getting the same amount of attention as the one you pointed out, in the black dress?" "Absolutely!, The regulars here know they are wasting their time and effort, so ignore them, it's only the new guys who give them a try but soon learn." The bartender got busy, and Dexter went back to Mia. He didn't share this new information with Mia, let her stew. At 11:45 Roxy and Cyndi looked like they might be getting ready to go so Dexter pulled out Mia's phone. He pulled his chair in closer to Mia and asked her to text Cyndi about how the night was going. Hey Cyndi! How's the night out?" Amazing! Tell me more. Met some great guys! Really? What were they like? Are you still with them? What are you doing? Roxy's still with one now. What! Yes, she's making out with this gorgeous Black guy. Dexter looked at Mia, Mia looked at Roxy, who was sitting at the table watching Cyndi text. Dexter then looked around. "Do you think Cyndi is pretending Roxy is with that Black guy over there? The one kissing what looks to be his girlfriend or wife?" Mia looked over at the couple that had arrived about half an hour ago. They had been all over one another since they arrived. Neither Cyndi nor Roxy had danced with him or even been close to him. Mia wondered what it would feel like for Dex to put his hard cock in her ass. Dexter then turned the phone to him and texted Cyndi, What about you? I might have gone out to the parking lot with this hunky blonde guy. No way! Way! What happened? Let's just say, I better use mouthwash before I kiss Chet tonight. Dexter laughed. "Sounds like she is dreaming that the blonde hunk left with her,  instead of the girl with all the cleavage." Mia swallowed hard, She could not believe her friend was lying to her. She did not want Dex in her ass at all! This couldn't be happening. Then Dexter shook her out of her revelry. "Should I forward these messages to my phone and then pass them on to Tom and Chet?" "No, don't do that, Dex." "But the bet was that they were alright with what their wives were doing?" "You win Dex, let them have their fantasy, getting them in trouble with their husbands; isn't going to save my ass." Dexter was smiling the whole way out of the bar. Once they were back in the car, he handed Mia her phone. Mia immediately began texting and mumbling at the same time. Dexter caught some of the mumbles, 'assholes' 'bitches' Mia was not happy. Mia was even more unhappy when Dexter stopped at the 24-hour pharmacy on the way home. "Why are you stopping, Dex?" "I have a bet to collect on, and no time like the present. Get an enema kit; and make sure you get lots of good lube. I read that you need plenty of lube. Also, get some condoms, it's pretty gross down there. " Mia grabbed her purse and left the car. She looked like a convict headed for execution as she entered the store. Mia returned in only a few minutes with a little bag. Nothing more was said on the way home. There was plenty of thinking going on. Mia couldn't believe how her friends had lied to her. They knew she had bet her ass, and they still lied to her! She couldn't believe their bullshit about the Girls’ Night. Dex was so right about the veto, and what was appropriate in a marriage. The worst of it was that she didn't even really care about the Girls’ Night, it was just her friends pushing her, that made her feel so stupid. Now Mia was wondering if she could talk Dex out of reaming her ass. Dex didn't even like it! Maybe she could do something else to pay the debt? Dexter was also thinking. He was hoping Mia had learned her lesson and wouldn't endanger their marriage again. Dex really hoped she would get rid of her stupid friends; Cyndi and Roxy. However, this would probably blow over eventually, and they would be friends again. Then there was the bet. He didn't have any interest in putting his smearing cock around  in Mia's feces; but that was the bet. Mia certainly had not done anything disrespectful or cheated on him. Yet there was plenty of potential for trouble. He just didn't want anything like this to happen again. They arrived home with Mia carrying her pharmacy bag, like it was going to explode. Dexter wanted to take advantage of the kids being gone, the date had been fun, and he was horny. "Mia, why don't you go get ready, in the bedroom. I'll be there shortly." Mia thought about saying something, but a bet is a bet, and she walked to their bedroom, like it was the gallows. Dexter wanted to let her stew, so he checked the sports scores, answered some emails, and somehow burned up ten minutes. Then he went to their bedroom. Mia was naked and got up on all fours, on their bed. He asshole was glistening with lube. She was looking back at the door with a look that could only be described as pleading. Dexter entered the room and began undressing. "Mia, do you understand how much I don't ever want to share you?" "Yes, Dex, I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong idea. I just want you, and only you." "Mia, do you understand how much I love you?" "Yes, Dex, I know you love me more than I deserve, or can imagine." "That's good Mia because I can't even describe how much I love you." Dexter was now naked, and his cock was hard as an iron bar. He picked up a condom package. "Mia, what do you think of Roxy and Cyndi right now?" "I'm so pissed at them right now, that I never want to talk to them again. They just suggest stupid things all the time, like this Girls’ Night and that crazy Ponzi scheme, a few years ago. They even do stupid things like that Tiktok challenge. I don't care if I ever see them again." Dexter wasn't so sure about that, as he rolled the condom on his cock never taking his eyes off Mia. Mia was starting to look like she was going to cry. Dexter came in close behind Mia, and she couldn't look anymore. She just put her head down, closed her eyes, and gritted her teeth. Dexter slowly ran his cock down her ass crack from the top until he was lined up with her rosebud. He began to rub her asshole in little circles with the tip of his cock. "Mia, are you ready?" "No, Dex, please be gentle. I know a bet is a bet, but I really don't want this. Please use more lube. Go slow, please." Dexter made a big show of getting the lube and squirting down her crack. He also made sure to lube up his condom. It was at this point that Dexter smelled his wife's arousal. He looked and her pussy was glistening just like her asshole. "Mia, is this turning you on?" "No, well yes, ah no. I had a great night with you, Dex and the kids are away, and that usually means great sex. So, I am excited but not about the anal." Dexter almost laughed, Mia was so worked up about the anal sex, she was sweating and almost hyperventilating. At the same time, she had a great night and wanted him. Time for one more question, "Mia who's the sucker?" "I ah, ugh, ah." Dexter had pulled off the condom and plunged into Mia's aroused cunt. "I am the sucker, Dex. Please, this feels great, but don't torture me any longer, please just get the anal over with." "Mia I'm not putting my cock in there. I think the point has been made without smearing your poop on my cock.  Your cunt is far sexier and feels so right for my cock. You accepted your loss of the bet, let's not have to do that again." "Oh, Dex, you are too good to me. I'm not going to even think of doing anything that might get vetoed, ever again. I'm sorry it got this far, please forgive me?" "Oh, course I forgive you, Mia, however, you really should stay away from those two. They are nothing but trouble." "I hope I never see those bitches again! Some friends they are! Let's forget about them and enjoy each other." "Mia, I love you." "I love you, too Dexter." 3 MONTHS LATER. Mia and Dexter were doing very well, but Mia was missing her friends. Cyndi and Roxy were also missing Mia. Their husbands had asked Dexter about why the three women weren't friends anymore, and Dexter had filled them in. Both women were on a very short leash after that. No more Girls’ Night for them! Chet was particularly disappointed in Cythia for trying to mislead Mia and hurt her marriage. However, Chet and Tom were enjoying all the extra attention they were receiving from their wives in the bedroom. Tom especially, was loving the blow job festival Roxy was having for him. Yet the two women were upset about what had happened with Mia, and they missed their friend. Good people can do without a bad friend, but bad people do miss the good friend they offended. The husbands knew that there had to be some closure to what happened, so when Chet came up with a plan. Tom and Dexter readily agreed. They would have a BBQ get-together on the following Saturday, at Chet and Cynthia's house. The husbands informed the women about it on Wednesday. "Mia, I know that Cyndi and Roxy really burned you, bad. But you've been friends with them forever, and I think you need more closure than a handful of hate texts." Mia was missing her friends. They had been friends for a very long time. It left a void in Mia’s life, and Dexter didn’t want the burden of making up for the other voids in her well-balanced life. The way things ended was unfinished, and she did want to speak to them. Yet, she also didn't want to bring it up with Dexter. Now that Dex was bringing it up, Mia was happy to talk about it. "I do miss them, even after what they did, I would like to have some closure with them." "We husbands have organized a BBQ for Saturday. The women don't have to do anything, we are taking care of it. At the appropriate time, we will then sit down and sort out the Girls’ Night fiasco." "Thanks for this, Dex. You really are too good to me." "And you are good to me, Mia, let's keep that going." The time before Saturday dragged for Mia, Cynthia, and Roxy. When Dex and Mia arrived at Chet and Cyndi's house, Tom and Roxy were already there. It was awkward for a while, but eventually, with the beers flowing, things lightened up. It was almost like old times. As agreed, no one spoke about the elephant in the room. After supper, Mia was talking with Dexter when she noticed that everyone else was missing from the backyard. "Mia, it's time to get this mess sorted out. You are to go into the living room and listen to what Tom tells you." Mia thought this all was pretty odd. She slowly entered the house, as Dexter sat down on the patio and drank his beer. She was shocked to see Tom standing, and Roxy kneeling over on all fours in the middle of the living room. The nice skirt that she had been wearing was flipped up over her back, and she had no panties on. Mia was shocked, but Tom's voice brought her out of it, "Ok, Mia, here's your chance to settle the score. These two cost you your ass so now you get theirs." Tom held up a strap-on dildo with a harness. "Already for you." Roxy was looking back at Mia and didn't like the smirk she saw. "Wait a minute Tom, I'm sure Roxy told me she likes anal so what is the revenge in me doing her ass?" Tom then held up a paddle, "We thought you might say that, so how about some whacks with this?" Roxy groaned. She knew about the strap-on and was looking forward to getting punished and maybe getting her friend back. This, however did not look like fun. She started to squirm, and Tom put his hand on her shoulder. "Don't even think of moving Roxy, you're going to take what Mia gives you without complaint." Mia stepped forward and took the paddle from Tom's hand. She smiled as she felt the weight of it. She thought about Dex making a big show about getting ready to do her, so she slowly slid the paddle from the top of Roxy's ass to the bottom. She didn't know how much it would hurt, so she didn't swing very hard. Smack! Tom didn't even feel or see Roxy move, "Come on, Mia, no love taps, make it count." Smack! Mia really let Roxy have it, and to her credit, Roxy didn't move or make a noise, but she did feel tears starting to form in her eyes. Mia gave her five more whacks on the ass. Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Roxy let out a whimper, and the tears were flowing freely. Mia looked at Tom. "How about four more for an even 10?" Mia smiled and slowly slid the paddle down Roxy's ass again. Then she gave Roxy four more. Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Roxy collapsed, curled up in a fetal form, in the middle of the living room. Mia had worked up a bit of a sweat. Roxy was sweating and crying profusely. Mia was kind of stunned that she had done it, but the silence was broken again by Tom, "Roxy; are you sorry for misleading Mia, and costing her ass?" "Yes, please, no more. Sorry Mia, we were stupid, Girls’ Night is stupid, please forgive me, I miss you?" The whole thing was surreal to Mia, but she helped Roxy up and gave her a hug. "Yes, I forgive you, Roxy, let's just try and forget this ever happened." Roxy was rubbing her sore ass gently; Mia was thinking that she really got off easy with Dex, but Roxy didn't have to know that. "Thank you, Mia, I really am sorry." Tom then handed Mia the strap-on. "Mia, now it's Cyndi's turn. Cyndi doesn't like anal. Please put this on before you go upstairs to their bedroom. You don't have to use it, but Chet would appreciate it if you were wearing it when you entered the room." Mia looked at Tom, Roxy, and the strap-on. She put the harness on over her shorts, and put the dildo in place. She thought it looked quite funny on her; fake phallus bobbing as she walked up the stairs. When she entered the bedroom, Cynthia did not think it looked funny. Cyndi was knelt at the base of the bed, her bare ass sticking up, and holding a pillow in her arms. "No, Chet, Mia! You can't be serious; please let it be something else!" Chet gave his wife a light slap on her ass; "Come on, Cyndi! Stay bent over, get that ass up, I told you to get ready. You knew what was coming. Do you want Mia to do it with no lube?" "No! Please no." and Cyndi grabbed the tube of lube. She squirted some on her hand, then reached between her legs and found her rosebud. She worked it in and arounf, her hand trembling as she completed the prep. As Cynthia frantically prepped her virgin bottom, Chet held up a paddle out of her view. Chet looked at Mia and pointed at the strap-on and then the paddle. Mia held out her hand to take the paddle. Cyndi was now bent over on all fours with her head down biting into the pillow. She was mumbling "please no" over and over again. Mia stepped up and tapped the dildo on her friends butt. "So, Cyndi, was it worth it telling me those stories about your girls' night out? I bet Chet really liked hearing about you using mouthwash after going out to the parking lot with lusty men?" "No, it was all just make-believe to spice it up. No one did anything wrong, it was just a little fantasy." Mia looked at Chet. Chet was not looking happy. "Not much of a joke to me, Cyndi,” Chet barked.  “Telling your friend I was a cuck. I hope she really pounds your ass." You endangered our marriage and humiliated me. But that wasn’t enough, was it? You had to destroy the trust in two other marriages. How can you deserve to have girlfriends, if you disregard their marriages?” Cyndi started to shake, "No! please, please! I was so pathetic. I have no excuse. But still, Please! I'm begging don't put that thing in my ass. I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything by it, I'm sorry, please." Mia slowly traced Cyndi's rosebud with the dildo as Cynthia started to cry. "Cyndi, you could have really fucked up my marriage! That would have been a thousand times worse than letting Dex do my ass, or you getting this hard rod up your ass. You’re lucky I’ve had 3 months to cool off. Otherwise I’d have used a much fatter and longer dildo." "I know Mia, I know. Chet reminds me every day of my fuck up. Please, I'm so sorry, I'll never do anything like that again." I’ve changed! I have to change. I love my husband, and I love our friendship, Mia.  I’m so, so sorry!” "Well Cyndi, you have to pay for almost ruining my life." Smack! "Oh! shit! fuck! what was that?" "That was a paddle hitting your ass, would you prefer the dildo?" "No, please don't use that dildo! Please use the paddle." Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! These were harder blows than Roxy received. Cynthia was the instigator, and deserving on more severe corrections. Cyndi was now sobbing; she wasn't sure how much it was out of relief for not getting the dildo in her ass; and how much was the pain of the paddle. Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Mia was getting a real charge out of spanking her friend. Her own panties were soaked. She never realized she might be into this. She was just taking a little rest when Chet spoke up again. "So, Cyndi, are you going to try any other new things to ruin anyone's marriage?" "No, Chet. I'm not doing that anymore, I'm happy with the way things are. No more new things." Chet then nodded at Mia, "I don't know Cyndi? Mia better give you a few more reminders." Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Now Cynthia was sobbing uncontrollably from the pain in her ass. She was praying it would be over soon. Nothing had ever hurt so much in her life. When Mia stopped again, the sobbing woman hoped it was over. "Mia, I'm sorry, please forgive me." Mia decided that she had had enough and put the paddle down. "Ok, Cyndi, I forgive you, but just remember if you ever do anything like this again, I will take Chet’s advice, and use this dildo on you." And with that, Mia tapped Cynthia's ass with the dildo. Mia then took off the harness and left the room. There was no one in the living room, so she went back outside. Dexter was sitting alone; Mia figured that Roxy and Tom had already left. "Are you feeling better, Mia?" "Yes, Dex; I am, I think they learned their lesson. Can I see them again now?" "Yes, Mia, just no more stupid stuff at all." "Of course, Dex; no more. Cyndi said she's done with that, and Chet will hold her to it." "Good, I'm glad to hear it." "Ah, Dex, can we go home now? I really need you inside me?" Dexter concurred, but was surprised that his lovely wife got aroused by the spankings. He would never figure out women, but it didn't matter he was fairly certain his wife was not going to do anything stupid again, to endanger their marriage. Regardless, he would stay vigilant and keep the communication lines open. Yet for tonight, she was horny. And he was getting lucky. He couldn't complain about that. Based on a post by Farmer Jill [https://www.literotica.com/authors/Farmerjill/works], for Literotica.