Thread: Captive of the Warrior Women (Azayzal & vertigis)

Queen Lilith squirmed fitfully as the Amazon guards took hold of her slender arms. Shed been unable to break the grip of her own guards, but to her amazement these women seemed even stronger. Their hands held her in place like twin vices, the muscles on their lean powerful arms barely straining as she tried to wrench herself way in vain. Someone stop this! she demanded, her normally calm regal voice cracking slightly as the gathered eleven nobles either shifted uncomfortable on their feet or looked away as her familys crown was taken from her head and tossed dismissively onto the table like so much rubbish. When the amazons leader wrapped her fingers around the neckline of her pretty blue satin dress, its edges worked in careful lace trim and gold filigree, she froze and fixed her gaze on the woman, shaking her head firmly. No Her protest was muffled by the sound of cloth tearing as the garment was ripped effortlessly from her body, causing a few startled gasps to arise from the assembled crowd. Without her crown and carefully crafted dress, Lililth already looked someone less regal, standing only in her white silk slip and silk slippers. Unlike the formidable Amazon leader, the queen earned her position not through strength but birth and was small even for her people, barely five foot with thin arms and long shapely legs, her soft smooth skin an almost porcelain white. Her slip offered even less resistance, and the thin straps snapped at the first jerk, leaving her entirely exposed before her enemies and friends alike. A bright pink flush entered her cheeks and traveled down her neck, on towards her chest where her soft firm breasts hung like dollops of cream. Beneath them her flat white belly ran down to eloquently curved hips and gently rounded behind. Help me! she screamed loudly, growing frantic as she kicked and thrashed. The amazons seemed to find her fighting more amusing than troublesome as they wrenched her hands behind her back, binding her delicate wrists before hoisting her off the ground. The march from the palace down to the stables felt like an eternity to the disgraced queen, her face burning hotly as she screamed and finally begged for assistance, tears rolling down her flushed cheeks. Servants gasped and pointed, and her own subjects formed a kind of throng around the little party, watching with surprise and interest, but no one moved to help. Her eyes widened as she saw the unusual saddle she was to be placed on and her screaming redoubled, her legs twitching as the strong guards hefted the small up and slowly pulled her down, the warm leather horn slipping snugly between her pink lips. She was weeping by the time they were finished, not so much from the intense discomfort as the humiliation, her naked legs dangling over the side of the big warhorse as her conqueror mounted up in a one fluid motion. Lillith stiffened when she felt something hard and warm press up against the small of her back, something as confusing as it was lewd given how feminine Kiryu looked. She did not have long to think about it though as a kick of the womans heels sent the horse cantering off, bouncing her on the saddle, the horns length working its way deeper into her cunt with every jostle. And she did scream as Kiryu instructed. Queen Lilith screamed and cried, pleaded and even threatened, but no one listened and no one followed them from the fallen elven city. There would be no rescue it seemed. She was to remain a captive for as long as the warrior women wished it.