Thread: The Amazon's Prize (PsionicCuttlefish & Madam Mim)

It had been a pretty good day for Noriam. The day had started out peacefully, waking up between two of her strongest men to find them competing for her attention, which they knew always brought a smile to her face. She had killed two mountain lions the day before, so there was enough food for everyone in her house. She had been tracking a Tuskcharger when she had found it in the clearing--being wrestled by a man. A very attractive, very strong man. She smiled gently as she watched from the shadows for the outcome. When the man won, that sealed it for her. She had to have him. Noriam had leapt from the cover of the vegetation and attacked the man. He'd put up a good fight, an honorable attempt, but she had easily won. She knew she would. And so now she led him to her village deep in the heart of the jungle, his lead in one hand and the tuskcharger he'd killed slung over the other shoulder, its head still dangling by a thin ligament. No sense in wasting meat, leather, or ivory after all. She had enough cloth for a gag, but hadn't a blindfold on her and she didn't want him revealing her village's location should he escape, so once he'd been successfully bound she had taken the thin cloth that really only covered the nipples and then some of her ample breasts and tied it around his eyes. He was cute, really, with how much he had resisted. With skin the color of cinnamon and bright green eyes, Noriam had four or five inches on him and though her muscle was lean unlike his, she was much stronger. She pulled her hip-length black hair over her shoulder as she tugged him along, now and then glancing back to make sure he wasn't trying to escape. Noriam's Amazonian sisters called out to her as she passed once they reached the village. They congratulated her on the catch and wished her luck. She smiled and called back as a few men in cages outside of the doors to a few huts shook their heads and mumbled sympathies for the poor bastard. Finally they reached Noriam's hut, which was woven from the still-living branches of the tree which formed the main pillar of the dwelling. Inside was large, but only had one room. Eight men were busy with various things cooking, cleaning, repairing clothes, carving or sharpening weapons. Noriam ducked through the doorway and was greeted enthusiastically, which she returned in kind. Clean this, she commanded, tossing the animal carcass to the least well-muscled of the group. Maybe the work will make you stronger. Yes, my love, the man mumbled, bowing his head before taking the animal and borrowing a knife from one of the others. As for you... Noriam smiled and forced her new prize to his knees before tearing off the blindfold and taking the gag out of his mouth. You are to strong to keep you unbound yet, she mused, patting his head. One of the strongest men had come over and embraced her from behind, wrapping his arms around her waist and nuzzling her neck lovingly. Shall I show him what to do, my goddess? he asked softly, planting a gentle kiss on her neck by her ear. She leaned back on him and thought for a few moments. While she thought the man, who's name was Lyst, pulled the thin loincloth from her body and caressed her sweetly, kissing her shoulders and rubbing her gently. No hair grew on the Amazon below her eyelashes. Her body was completely smooth, not even marred by peach fuzz. And so with Noriam standing before him, Bardon was faced with a smooth, slick cunt that was being gently teased by large, calloused fingers. With the free hand not holding the lead, she reached back and ran her hand through Lyst's hair. No, my dear, she said softly. I think he needs to learn on his own. But you may watch if you desire. Very well, Mistress Noriam. He kissed her shoulder again and backed away, cuddling up with a man called Darshe. They knew their Mistress liked seeing them cuddling and touching each other or themselves while they watched her with someone else. Lyst was already semi-hard when he retreated to the corner to watch. Noriam, never one to disappoint, yanked on Bardon's leash hard enough to cause him to fall forward with his lips at her lower lips. Lyst began to touch himself as she put a hand on Bardon's head and forced his face against her pussy.