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

Bardon had no idea how long they walked for, or even in what direction, but he kept up the pace with the woman who was leading him long past where other men might have needed a rest. Bardon, however, was loath to show any kind of weakness, and he could march all day if he had to. But after a few hours, Bardon started hearing new sounds, distant and jumbled, but they slowly began to get louder and more distinct as they approached. Bardon realized it was many, many voices, people walking about...the sounds of a town or village, actually. Where was he now? Bardon heard the woman who was leading him like a donkey call out, and she was answered by more female voices. Bardon raised an eyebrow under his blindfold, but then he heard new voices, male voices, much closer...and it was almost like they were talking to or referring to Bardon. But that couldn't be, because they were saying things like She got another poor sod... You're in for it now, man. Good luck, you're gonna need it... Hope your will was in order. Bardon simply walked with his head held defiantly high. In short order, Bardon then surmised they had entered some sort of dwelling, judging by the darkening of his blindfold and the change in acoustics that didn't sound like outdoors anymore. He heard multiple male voices greet 'Noriam', who must be the woman in front of Bardon. There were men here, but they seemed friendly to her? What was going on here? Bardon then heard 'Noriam' give out a command to someone to do a chore...and he heard a male voice respond with a subservient affirmative. What. Women ordering men around? What kind of sick place was this? The next thing Bardon knew, he was forced to his knees, and the blindfold and gag was removed from his head. Bardon blinked at the light, but his vision quickly adjusted...and his eyes widened in indignant shock. He was in some kind of large hut or house, but there were men all about, at least five that he could see, clad in loincloths at best , all performing some kind of menial labor or work, women's work. But then 'Noriam' was in front of him, without the breast-covering cloth he had seen her in when he fought her, and he realized that had been his blindfold. She was telling him he couldn't be unbound, and patted his head of all things. Bardon shook his head and pulled away with a huff. But the surprises just kept coming, as a man who looked almost as strong as Bardon came up behind Noriam, and instead of attacking her, embraced her and touched her like a lover. Bardon was disgusted. What was wrong with these men? Still, with standing in full view in front of him, and with the man behind her divesting her of her last garment, Bardon had to at least acknowledge just how statuesque she was, taller than any of the other men in the hut including himself!, with the perfectly toned muscles of someone who had kept in absolute peak physical form for years. All in all, unlike any woman Bardon had ever seen or laid with. He was slightly intrigued by the differences. But he still didn't like her. She was a woman, women weren't supposed to be strong. She then mentioned that he needed to 'learn' something, at which Bardon snorted. She thought she could 'teach' him something? Well, he'll see about that...though, he wasn't quite prepared for her to suddenly yank his makeshift rope-leash, causing his body to pitch forward...and his face to land squarely between Noriam's legs, right before he felt a hand firmly holding his head in place. Bardon couldn't believe it. She dared to degrade him by trying to control him like this, make him serve her? Though the moisture from Noriam's slit did have a pleasant sweet smell to it, Bardon stubbornly kept his mouth shut, tried to shake and turn his head away, and rolled his shoulders and pulled with his arms, futilely trying to escape his rope bindings, but trying nontheless. All the men in the hut had stopped for a moment to watch, before they collectively shook their heads at Bardon's resistance. He'll learn eventually. We all did... One muttered, and the men who had chores returned to them.