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

The observing slaves didn't need telling twice about Noriam's competition. Immediately, the four men surged forward as Thaddeus turned back towards Noriam to try and claim her first. But in an uncommon incidence of cooperation, the four men didn't trip over each other and instead went straight for Thaddeus, with all four of them grabbing at him and pulling him away. He already had his turn! With an indignant yelp, Thaddeus was tossed backwards as the four slaves then immediately turned on each other. They grappled with each other good-naturedly, as they always did no punches were thrown, no one was actually trying to hurt another. More than anything, they tussled like grown-up brothers, as they tried to reach for the prone Noriam while at the same time holding someone else back from reaching for her. A blonde-haired man who was strong for an average male, but less so than the average slave of an Amazon, was pushed to the back relatively quickly, and soon accepted the futility of his bid. He stepped back with a pout, as Noriam knew that Matthew loved nothing more than serving all of his female master's body with his hands and mouth, as he had once been a masseuse and servant for wealthy families before he was captured and enslaved. Torom and Jarrad tried to crawl over the third slave, a stocky, broad-shouldered, brown-haired fellow. Jarrad, as a bit of a masochist and therefore comfortable with a bit more abuse than the others in a playful wrestle, seemed to have the edge, but then the broad-shouldered slave got him in a soft headlock before he could get to far. Torom, however, took his chance at the distraction of the other two and pulled ahead. By the time Jarrad's hand snapped out to grab Torom's ankle, it was too late. The red-haired and most quiet and soft-spoken of Noriam's slaves fell between her spread-out legs and reached out with his hands to grasp her motherly hips in victory. Chest heaving with excited breaths, Torom looked up to Norima's face with an eager glint in his eyes and a slow lick of his lips, with his head positioned just above her cum-stuffed snatch. The other men accepted their defeat, and wandered around to the sides of Noriam's body to find other parts of her to please and worship. In the cage off to the side, Bardon couldn't help himself when he cracked an eye open to see what all the commotion was about, and by the end of it, was staring in openmouthed disbelief, the discomfort of being denied relief from arousal temporarily forgotten. The other men had been fighting each other for the apparent privilege of Noriam, not fighting for 'real', but still. More so than anything else, Bardon began to seriously doubt his senses, sure that the mushroom he had been fed was causing some hallucinations along with stoking a fire in his loins. Bardon wanted to believe that, because the alternative meant that these men--these enslaved, submissive, humiliatingly loincloth-clad men--were not simply okay or accepting of their position, but in fact enjoying it so much that they actually competed with each other for the opportunity to serve the female's whim. Bardon would gladly have, and had in the past, competed or fought other men for the right to be the one to use some nice woman to warm his bed for a night or two, but this was different. Somehow, sexual contact with this 'Amazon' was so desireable, the men were willing to subjugate themselves to her will to get a chance at it. Before he could stop himself, Bardon began to wonder...what would it really be like to have sex with her? Could she be so incredible compared to ordinary women? She certainly would be unique either way, with her body build and attitude unlike any other woman Bardon had bedded... Bardon let out a quiet, muffled grunt as his cock throbbed with burning desire and frustrated denial. He quickly closed his eyes again and tried to turn his thoughts away from the perfectly-sculpted woman and her entourage. With significant effort, he tried to return to a calmer, more meditative state of mind, trying to get back to blocking out the base hungers of his body...