2 comments/ 20250 views/ 14 favorites Amazonia Chronicles Ch. 01 By: Inkidu The Crash I suppose this is really for posterity's sake, but my name is Terry Grant. I used to be a freelance explorer. Mostly taking rewards for mapping out uncharted places, but when that's your profession you tend to put yourself out of a job. That, or you end up doing crazier and crazier things, like flying over the Arctic Circle in a plane like so many ship-bound explores had done a century before. It's 1938... or at least it was when I set out. A son of a veteran of the first Great War I wasn't aiming to get drafted into the second one that everyone knew was coming. So, I took near suicidal mission for laughable pay. Everything was going well the first few hours. I took off from Ireland and began heading north. The company wanted to know really if there might be oil in the ice, jungles were tapped, so were deserts, and plains; why not under ice? Sense or no sense the pay was fair for the work. One pass over, one pass back. Honestly, I wasn't even there to scout the oil. I was just there to see if someone could fly over and back safely. Short answer: You can't. My instruments began to freeze up worse than I had anticipated. The flaps were becoming harder and harder to move. I grunted and raged against the stick of the mono-wing plane. It was certainly worth more than me, and it wasn't a Great War surplus bird by any standard. I imagined planes like this were already being fitted with machine guns and armor. I wished mine had some kind of magical self-heater. That was the last thought before I went down in a scream of metal and man. I must have hit my head because I blacked out. Her House I awoke in pain and stiffness. Thankfully, I realized, I had woken up at all. Not only that, but I was warm. I tried to roll over and it hurt too much. I gasped sharply and my vision swam. There were soft footsteps and a bowl was being pushed to my lips. I drank and fell asleep again. When I woke again it was night. I could tell because several insects were being very loud and rude. I felt better this time. I felt my jaw and the copious amount of stubble confirmed I had been out for some time. I blinked furiously trying to focus my vision. The room was surprisingly big. I could see several archways leading to other room. It reminded me of the homes you saw in rural Spain or Mexico, there was a bit of Victorian England and some kind of tribal decorations. I was on a Spanish style sleigh bed in the thickest silk sheets you ever felt. I just wanted to wallow down into them and never wake up. However, the nagging question of where the hell was I was my forethought. There were no houses in the middle of the Arctic Circle. I stood up on very shake legs. I hadn't been out long enough for them to atrophy and that was good. I was wearing a Spanish style peasant shirt and loose cotton trousers. I quietly ratted around. I felt the tight pull of expertly applied bandages. I pulled them off. Whoever had bandaged me was thorough. The wounds were almost healed. They itched so whoever had tended me probably intended them to stop my scratching. I yanked them off with more zeal than before. I walked into the room to my left and found an art studio. I saw several pictures, and some early ones where I was the subject. Something wasn't quite right about this house, but I could put my finger on it. No, I don't mean its existence, I meant something more basic. I was holding up a charcoal sketch of a mountain landscape when I heard the clack of beads. Someone was home. I put the sketch back so I didn't look like too much of a snoop and tried to limp out of the studio to no avail. "Nosey, aren't we." I turned unimpressively and came face to face with the prettiest dame I'd ever seen. She was of a dark complexion, like smooth Italian coffee. This might have bugged a lot of people, but I tended not to meter my desires for any women. It was just unprofessional of a professional world traveler to deny himself on grounds of racial purity or some such hokum like that. She had gams that went all the way up, a slender waist, wide, wide hip and a very large bust. Big round brown eyes and full mocha lips drew you to the fact her ebony hair was drawn into a stylish (for Victorian England) bun complete with what looked like a silk net over it. She was swearing long leather boots and stockings. It was really immodest for what I was used to she had a skirt that was exquisitely died in bright colors in some kind of South American style. She wore a Spanish blouse, you know the ones that have the low necklines and down cover the shoulders. It was white silk. She had a basket with flowers under arm. She was wearing a bunch of gold and beaded bracelets. She put the basket down and sashayed toward me. Normally I say I wouldn't back away from a woman like this, but there was one other thing. She was about seven foot two inches. I looked, her boots didn't have much of a heel. I was about six foot one myself. Another thing, she was very muscular. Not like male strongman at the circus, but very defined very appealing, but not exactly a normal female of my species. Oh, she was plenty curvy too. Don't mistake me on that. However, realizing this I noted that some of her curvaceous parts came from proportion than God-given good luck. She promptly picked me up, threw me over her shoulder and tossed me back into the bed. She placed herself over my hips and I balked. "Miss," I said but she put a long slender finger to my lips. "Shush" she whispered. She spoke English but with a very strange cadence and accent. It wasn't a Spanish one either. She unhooked her skirt from the side and her silk undergarments shown pretty and purple against her dark skin. "I don't want my first man to spoil it with stupid questions." That was the end of that. She pulled my cock out and began rubbing it. "Mmm... the orchids do work on you little men." I felt what she meant and a quick look confirmed that I had grown considerably. My balls hung heavy and dense with virility. "What did you do to me!" I demanded weakly. She put her hand over my mouth. "Nothing you won't love in about ten seconds, now shut up, stud." She said rubbing with the other hand until my arousal pleased her. She ripped off her panties and pulled my hand to her sex. It was just like a normal woman's but I realized why she wanted me to have more manliness. She forced three of my fingers into her sex and moaned, wetting copiously. She cried something in no language I'd ever heard and began riding my hand. It didn't last long. She gave me a wolfish grin and voraciously impaled herself on my rod. I want you to know that I fought back, but this woman was strong. A motion from her powerful thick thighs and my hips couldn't buck to the side. If I tried to push her off she pinned my hands. Nothing was stopping her from pressing her body to mine, her breasts smothering my face. Then I couldn't fight. She pulled her blouse open and let me kiss the black flesh. She took me. That was the simplest way to describe it. I came often. She'd roll off me and I flopped to the floor. My attempts to get away only excited her and she took me again. Riding me on the floor, I never grew flaccid. Never ran out. My cum dripped from inside her body. Hell, she even laughed and let me come on her dark skin. I'm lying on the floor trying to hold onto consciousness. Her fingers are covered in my seed and her nectar as she pumps my large member with her hand. Then she falls asleep. Carefully I extricate myself from her and find my pants. I begin to limp out of the house. Wherever I am I need to get away from it. I emerged into a bright beach-like area. The waves crash against a severe rocky coast. I could see the jagged teeth of obsidian wash ashore, as well as, jut up from the white, foamy spray of harsh waves. It was morning, I couldn't believe it. We'd tumbled for hours... then again, it sure felt like it. I staggered onward. The Island A cobblestone path stretched on into a small forested area. I looked to my left and right and saw several other dwellings. The outside looked like a cross between several cultures. Predominantly Spanish, English, and maybe some Oriental work, it was all tied together with very tribal motifs. I began walking down the path. I should have probably have stayed off of the winding path, but I was so tired. "Tired, sweet one?" Came a familiar cadence but a different voice. I snapped toward it. Seven feet tall, long legs, a little fuller (think proportionately). She was dark-skinned, green eyed, and red haired. She wore a corset and trousers. She had a basket full of large vegetables. She wore a sun hat that was styled after last century Cuba. I balked and began to limp the other way. "Oh, don't be like that, dear. I'm not going to take you like Myri did. I'm a more mature woman." I ignored her and kept limping. She strode easily and picked me up by the scruff. "I said stop." I thought she'd be mad but she giggled. I nodded and she put me down. She sat down on the clover and put my head in her lap. She began to stroke my hair and I calmed down. "Better?" She said. She smelled like sweat and earth and fragrant flowers. "I'm sure you have plenty of questions, no?" I nodded. I closed my eyes. "Where am I?" I groaned. "To put it simply you're in Amazonia. Well, not exactly what we call it, but the name works." She ran her fingers over my face. "Handsome." She cooed. "Ever since that Spanish man came we've used the name. So, yes, we're amazons. It's a little more complicated than that, but you're one of ten men on an island of thousands of us. You're our slave." I tried to sit up but two painted nails pushed me back down gently, but with force. "It's not so bad. If you want to run around and try and escape the girls love it when the boys run. Technically Myri would want to lay claim to you, but since you're already free she's going to pout, besides we have a communal slavery system here. You're everyone's responsibility and everyone's pet." "I don't want to be a slave." I sat up again and she let me. I stood up and she stood up too. My head barely made it above her voluptuous bosom. She cocked a hip. "It's not so bad. You have to do everything anyone asks but you only have to be under a woman at a time... unless you're feeling adventurous." She laughed softly at her own joke. "Also, there are these." She pulled out a polished wooden medallion on a leather thong. "Each girl gets one of these," she informed, "It lets others know that you're on errands. It only works for a single day, and you shouldn't walk off with it. I'd have to hunt you down and spank you." For some reason I nodded. I had another question, "Why was... uh... Myri so eager to take me?" "Oh, it's part of our nature. We live a long time, and we have a lust for menfolk. The younger you are the more powerful it is." She leaned down put her nose almost to my skin. "Your smell says she used you well." I noticed the slight deepness her voice took on. "You took to the flower well..." "What?" "Oh, the flower, we eat the petals, roots, shoots. For us it... tastes good, for men it makes you healthier, live longer, and other more immediate benefits for us to use." She picked me up like her basket and put me over her shoulder. "Come on, new pet, you're coming to my house for dinner." At first I was indignant that I couldn't walk by myself. Then I was happy, I didn't have to walk, and I sure was hungry even though I knew what she desired for desert. "What's your name?" I asked, "Mine is Terry Grant." "Aloni," She said cheerily, "We're going to have fun Englishman." "American." I corrected. "Really?" She gasped, "That's new." Aloni's Dinner She put me into her big bed, similar to Myri's, but plusher, if that was possible "I haven't had a man in a long time, ten men are so few. We've never been this low." She remarked letting me strip in privacy. I got a good view of her large, soft, but pert backside as she turned away. I slid beneath the covers and she came and sat by me. "Myri might join us. I'm the only one around who would be able to take you in. No woman can stop you from going where you want to go and we can't hold you against your will for longer than a day. It's part of the communal slave laws." I didn't think I wanted to leave. "I thought Amazons were supposed to be tribal women with no clothes and spears. You all seem so... civilized." She kissed me on the lips, "It's more of a tradition now, but we still do that. Don't all people start out like that though?" She pointed out, "You men also bring more than cocks to us. You bring architecture, culture, and technology. I wonder what you've got for us little man." She said taking off her clothes until she stood in silk underwear. It was more functional than Myri's had been. She lied down next to me and put my head against her breasts. "We're not all that civilized. Remember Myri? She held me and I felt warm and safe, "I'm going to make dinner when you nod off, just relax." I breathed deeply and fell asleep instantly. I woke and it was nighttime. Hadn't it been night before? How much was I sleeping? I walked easier and moved into the living room. She was beautiful and powerful sitting by the hearth in a silk robe, like a kimono but different. It wasn't as long. "How long was a sleeping." "All day, sweet one." She cooed stirring the pot. This is dinner, I figured you'd sleep a while. It passes. It's your injuries and the flower." I sat by her and she put a big bowl of stew in my hands. It was fish and vegetables. I drank it and warm beer. It felt so good to eat it. "Myri found you, so don't think too unkindly of her." I looked up at her. "She says you were in a metal bird on the beach. We went to look but found nothing." "She's right, it's called an airplane." I explain. "Is that right?" She said pouring me more stew when I gave her my bowl. I tried to explain airplanes and she was attentive even if she didn't understand it completely. "Fascinating." She said handing me a chunk of sweet dense bread. She was an indulging hostess but the time came for dessert. She opened her robe exposing caramel colored flesh. I felt my arousal build in my crotch. I looked at her. "I do suppose I owe you for the meal, Aloni." I said crawling into her lap and kissing her neck. "No," she said, grabbing my ass. "Learn something little Terry, we're going to do this because I want you. That's how it works." She smiled. I sighed in acceptance. Why argue about what was going to happen. "If it makes you feel more powerful." I said trying to be snide. "It does." I let her push me to the thick rug and mount me; at least I wanted to think I let her. Long legs on either side of me felt good. Her large breasts jiggled as she rushed to her first orgasm. My hands were small against the expanse of her ass. There was an appeal to a civilization filled with such curvy women. It's not like they wanted me dead anyway. She was heavy of course, but if you could find an ounce of fat that didn't add appeal then you were a sharper-eyed guy than I. Like Myri before her she smothered me with her big breasts. This time I enjoyed it more consciously. Aloni was a much more classy lover. Our flesh made wet slaps as she had me. I came filling her and she cooed gratefully rubbing her taut stomach. "You just don't know how good this feels to us, pet..." She breathed showering my face with wet happy kisses. She milked several more orgasms out of me. We made love for a few hours before she decided to turn around before taking me again. I never got tired. I never go flaccid. It was the flower, it had to be. She screamed as I grabbed her ass and helped her ram herself over and over again on my thick cock. She stopped. I slapped her rump and she shushed me. "Hello, Myri." Aloni said rubbing my large balls with her hand. I thought there might have been a problem brewing but Myri tore off her nightclothes "I was looking for him for two days. I thought for sure he wouldn't have taken the path." She said, "My little pet worried me so." She didn't seem mad at Aloni at all. She crawled over to the woman and kissed her deeply, "Isn't he just a little stud." She asked her elder. "He's very unique, an American." "Oh, we've never had one of those, I thought he was English." Myri reached down and put my large testicles in her mouth and sucked them, none too softly. I came instantly. Aloni pulled herself from me and let me cum all overMyri's face.I was like a small hose. How much had that flower really affected me? Myri giggled and deep-throated my cock. She gagged a little. I had grown a lot apparently. I let Aloni crouch over me and I ate out her dripping cunt. I wasn't going to tell her no either. Her big ass was giggling with her rapid motion. Myri took me again and the two inhuman women kissed over my body. They finished thirty minutes after and fought briefly over who would get to hold me and they finally decided that they would sleep holding each other with me between them. It was alien, but nice. The Rest Stop I woke the next morning Aloni was fondling me in her sleep. I was smothered in breasts. I groaned and extricated myself once more. Groaning I rubbed my flaccid cock. I wondered if I should try and get another roll with the girls, but now I wanted more than ever to explore this world. I didn't know if they'd know written English so I kissed Aloni goodbye. I was lustful for Myri, but grateful for the older woman's guidance. She woke. "Going?" She whispered. I nodded. She inhaled deeply. She rose and walked over to me. "There are road signs." She put on a pot that smelled like coffee but not quite. "Stay to the roads and come back if you want rapture again." She winked. She talked me into waiting for one cup of coffee. Still, I left Aloni for the greater island. A slave, a wandering slave. The path was dim and cool, the island was fairly temperate and this was supposed to be somewhere in the Arctic? I didn't meet anyone for a while. It was noon before I came to a pretty little bridge over a stream. Cooling her feet was a seven foot six Amazon. She had several large sacks around her. She was very oriental looking, but like her kin very curvy. Her tits were even bigger than Aloni's and her ass spread out despite her billowing silk robes. She turned to me and rustled her short coal-black hair. "A new slave." She said smiling her eyes closing in joy. She patted next to her and I sat down. It was becoming natural for me and I began to put my head in her lap. She popped me. "What are you doing Englishman?" She asked good naturedly. "American." "Oh, still what are you doing American?" I admitted that I had no idea. She laughed and put my head in her lap. "I'm just playing with you, funny man." She cooed rubbing my hair. "It's refreshing to meet a slave so willing." "Well, I have been picked up twice and claimed twice." I pointed out to her, "My name is Terry." "Fast learner, most girls like the sweet ones who act so adorably. I'm Barre. She put out her hand and I kissed it. My hands aren't small, but she could fit mine with a little extra room. Her cadence was thicker than the other two women I knew. "I think I like it here." I said rubbing her thigh as she rubbed my hair. "Most do." She observed. "We love men here, but don't think it makes you king, little slave. We have a Queen Elect these days." She smiled but I was too busy enjoying the smell of her. She smelled like orchids. "What drew you to me, and be honest." She asked. "Your ass," I said too happy in her lap to care if it was not couth. "Really? Most men have to be impressed into pleasuring me. Though none of them leave the capital these days. She touched my arousal and gasped, "Are you sure you're new?" Amazonia Chronicles Ch. 01 "I really take to the flower apparently." "It shows." She lied back on the bridge and I pressed my head to her large pillowy tits. "I could use a night with a man who knows how to love a large ass." "All of you have large asses to me." I observed. "Oh, no, little pet, I've got a big one, but there are some with tits and asses bigger than mine. Though to you we must all be curvy goddesses. I never thought about it before." She gave a deep inhale. "Have you bathed, little Terry?" She asked. I shook my head feeling warm and sleepy. She picked me up and struggled a bit at first. "Come on, sweetness." She said to me. "Why do you all insist on carrying me like a sack of grain." "Because it's tradition, you're actually lucky we used to drag men to our homes by their foot. I supposed I was lucky. She walked for hours without even breaking a sweat. She carried me and her sacks without complaint. "You're so strong..." I remarked, "And beautiful" I added. "I know." She said slapping my rump playfully. "You remind me of the old men who used to go walkabout. They enjoyed the islands. Now they sit in the capital going from one home to another fucking and feasting." I was shocked and a little hot for the language. "Well, I like fucking." "Who doesn't? The point is you like the journey, the people don't you?" I couldn't say no, "I don't know how I feel about the spontaneous relations." "Why do you think we implemented a day-long policy." "Can I walk please?" She let me down. "Thank you." "So polite." She giggled and we walked. Most men didn't like women taller than themselves, but I found I was beginning to like it. Something told me the Amazons were real walkers. We walked for and the sun was sinking in the sky when we came to a building. It was a two-story affair in a more oriental style, but it still had the arches of a Spanish hacienda. "My inn." She said proudly. "It has a hot spring and my bed is big and warm. She parted her robes and I saw a nicely cropped patch of hair and dripping pussy. I mean it was running thick and inviting down her legs. I looked away and blushed. "So modest." She giggled, I followed her inside. Amazons didn't have doors, but there was apparently no theft. In fact the standard of living was high. A girl (seven feet three inches) leaned on the counter but perked up at seeing me. She had blue eyes and dark, dark red hair. Her skin was like milk and her corset could barely contain the bounty of flesh. She jiggled all the way around the counter. "See what I mean? She's my apprentice and her ass is huge!" Barre whispered, "just not fair." The two women hugged and besides the collision of flesh I could see the delicious curve of the assistant's fanny. Full and pert, I lusted for it instantly. "Kotta, this is the new save-errant Terry." "Hello, beautiful man... mmm... at least he's in good shape." Kotta said hugging me powerfully. I grunted and she let go. "Apologies, cherished slave." She said, "Have you impressed him Madame Barre?" "I have now," the toffee-skinned woman said, "I will keep him for a night and I imagine he'll want to be on his way." Not one to turn down such a warm and inviting place , with such inviting company. "If I may chip in..." they looked at me quizzically, "Um... add something?" They smiled indulgently, "I'd gladly stay for three days for both your services if you share." I looked down. I knew they could impress me each in turn. The two women giggled, Barre added, "He likes backsides Kotta" They agreed. Kotta picked me up and took me to the hot spring. Barre followed behind we kissed and she laughed. "I have a question." I asked stripping down. The hot spring was natural but it was painstakingly carved smooth and laid with rough ties alternating with smooth ties in a tribal pattern. It was neat and proper. There were benches for people not seven feet and above. "What keeps two women, like yourselves from just alternating your one day rights?" "Obvious-Abuse Amendments," Kotta said, "There's about ten of them and one of them is that two or more women cannot purposefully cycle the Right to impress a man longer than a day a piece without his consent. Basically if it's unsporting to the man we can't do it." "It's a very serious charge, it's right up there with hoarding a man, or denying a man aid that you can give." She took offer her robe. Yellow skin called out to me and she waded into the steamy bath her ass moving with glorious appeal. Kotta pushed her ass to her employers and giggled. "Do you really like asses, slave?" the inn maiden asked. I nodded, "Best part of a dame." I said, "How do you all know English and all that?" Kotta sighed impatiently and tugged at my foot, "All immature amazons, girls, go to school in the capital and learn. Then they usually go to the Grand University to learn things of architecture and art. She pulled me in and they began bathing me. Soaps and salts came splashing in. I floundered for a bit before settling into Barre's lap she ran her nails through my short sandy brown hair and kissed me. My head felt comfortable between her two breasts. Kotta knelt over Barre and kissed her. My face between another pair of big breast, I gasped. I must have been clean enough now. I slapped Kotta's big bottom and she let me breathe. The two women leaned over to edge of the spring their breasts crushing into the warm tile. Two large, large asses were shaking in anticipation. Barre let me take her from behind first. I had trouble wrapping my arms around her hips they were so wide, but my huge cock was able to penetrate her womanhood easily despite the luscious fullness of her rump. I'm glad I was able to hold onto her hips because she bucked backward with each of my thrusts. I had a feeling she was gentle but I still felt like I could go flying off when she bumped me back. I came and gasped. I could feel my cum flowing down her thighs and into the water. I pulled from her and she cooed happily. I turned my attention to Kotta. Despite what Barre teased earlier the younger amazon didn't have that much curve on her mentor It didn't really matter to me. I was getting three days to collect myself. I wasn't very well recovered. It showed in my performance. I came I grabbed her long red hair to help me ram her. I gasped and released. I slump against the bench and the ladies worried over me. "Sorry," I gasped, "Tired." They clucked and fussed. "Don't worry, new pet." They carried me back in and put me in Barre's bed. Kotta climbed over me and kissed me voraciously. "Where did you come from, handsome man?" "The sky, crashed an airplane." I tried to explain further but she kept putting her hand to my forehead and kissed me. They talked to each other nervously. "It's true." I objected. The watched me concerned and brought me porcelain cups filled with that coffee tasting stuff. It probably had the orchid in it. I drank it down. Whatever the flower did it sped up healing. There were eggheads back in the rest of the world that would love to get their hands on something like this, and these amazons ate it in everything. Kotta kissed my cheek and snuggled into me. "I wish I could keep you forever." Berra, slapped Kotta's voluminous rump. "You know that led to the Wars . Tribes fighting over men. Why do you think we're down to ten and Terry." "Oh, I know, still..." Kotta snuggled into me and Berra moved behind me. The first day wasn't so great, but it amazed me how much these women cared. I slept calmly and woke feeling better. My body was sore but I felt good. I smelled the scent of soaps on Kotta's hair. I could feel her breathing. I realized that someone was smoothing my hair. It was Barre of course. She quietly rolled from the bed and curled a finger. I followed the hypnotic sway of her hips. She robed and passed me a more fitting one. It was no small leap in logic that places like this always kept clothes for the slaves should they visit. We sat down at the big hearth in her main building. No one was around, "We don't get many people in the wintertime." She remarked. "Try coming back one summer." She gave me some chores to do while she prepared the meal. First I put more wood on the fire, then I left to bring in more wood for the inside. The sweet smell of fruit and baking bread made my stomach growl. "I'm surprised no one has used me for manual labor before now." Barre didn't look up from her preparation. The view of her ass was stunning. "That's because you're so much more fun in other ways, and no offense to you, but we're much stronger." I shrugged in agreement. I liked the other pursuits better, too. I eventually finished. "Do you mind if I go... play with Kotta?" I asked. "Naughtily I hope," She said, I blushed, "No, go on... we're sharing after all. Besides she's never known a man before you. If I wasn't her dominant she'd have eaten you up with her lust." I blushed again. Barre bent down and whispered in my ear, "Make her scream, stud." She slapped my ass and I staggered away for a few steps. I reentered the room and Kotta was still asleep. She'd rolled onto her stomach. I climbed softly into bed and sitting on her wide, beautiful bottom I leaned down and kissed her neck. She groaned groggily and I moved my kisses down her back to her ass. I nipped the large orbs of delicious flesh and pushed my fingers into her wet sex. Kotta woke after a while of that and smiled. She tossed me down on the bed and began jerking me with her hand. She kissed the large tips of my cock and impaled herself with her ass facing toward me. She slammed herself down repeatedly moaning and gasping. I grabbed her large ass, my hands hardly able to feel all of the smooth expanse. I came and she started screaming her joy. I dumped ounce after ounce into her. When she pulled off and lay on her stomach stroking herself, her fingers slicked with my cum I moved behind her and with my hands on her rump put my cock boldly into her once again. I did most of the worth this time. Loving the way I hit her big ass, my fingers gripping the flesh. Her read hair flew wildly with my powerful impacts. I felt much better today. She screamed in her own language and I came again and again. I enjoyed taking her like this. I tried to change positions but her hand would close over my shaft or my ass and she'd shove me back inside her, "No, fill me! Fill me!" So I did as asked by my current mistress. Cum flowed thick down her thighs and she finally slumped down and pulled me to her bosom. She cooed words in her own language and rubbed my loins with her hand. "You're welcome." I said smiling and snuggling into the warm pillows on her chest. Barre got us ten minutes later. "So immodest, Kotta." The other amazon blushed and displayed her sated state proudly. "He's feeling much better today." Kotta said. Barre brought in a huge (for my size) tray laden with food and we all ate. It was some kind of meat that tasted like pork and large fried eggs with some hotcake kind of bread with fruit jam. They took turns feeding me bits of food, even though I protested that I could do it myself. Pretending to be hurt the changed to a new game. They'd take the sweet jam and dab a little on a finger and look forlorn until I sucked it off. Kotta slathered some on her breasts and I pretended not to notice until she grabbed my head and then I obliged. Not one to be outdone Barre disrobed and put a good portion on each of her ass cheeks and I licked it off a little too eagerly. She giggled and I nipped her rump. Kotta, not wanting to be left out, crawled over me and my head was pushed between her breasts. I clawed my way between the two women and gasped. My large cock settled between Barre's glorious ass checks. Clothes had been discarded early in the risqué breakfast. I began rubbing my sizable cock in the canyon of her ass. She giggled and rubbed back. Kotta was rubbing against me and her mistress and I came filling her ass's cleft like a river in a gorge. Kotta rolled off me and I began kissing her sex, crawling over her body. Not one to be on the bottom she turned me over and knelt over my face as I licked and suckled her cunt. Barre mounted me and stuck a finger in Kotta's asshole. The younger demanded that I eat her out harder and I did. We made love like this for hours. I crawled between the two Amazonians and felt the sleepy feeling of the flower come over me. The two women were rubbing me and I was asleep once more. Barre woke me up to eat dinner, "Little one," she said sweetly, "still going through the Sleep." "What's that?" I asked. "When a man starts eating the orchid there's the obvious effects, but it messes with the human metabolism. For the first few weeks you'll sleep like a lump on a log. When you're not asleep you'll be hungry or amorous." She rubbed my crotch with her foot. Amazonians actually had delicate feet, proportionately. She had rosy-pink painted toenails. Kotta came in with two pots of tea and we enjoyed a large dinner with a bath afterward. This time they bathed and shaved me. Kotta was a good hand with a straight razor. Barre washed my body. They worked well together. At least they explained why I was so tired. Kotta trimmed my body hair as well. "Amazonians like the Adonis look," she supported, "Most men don't grow too much hair after taking in the flower... nothing wrong with the Greek look. "Nothing wrong with it." I parroted warm and happy in Barre's lap. They put me to bed without any expectations for the night. The morning was a different matter. I woke with an orgasm. Barre was over me, and Kotta must have been below the covers coaxing every drop of spunk I had into her mouth. Spasm after spasm shocked me. "We've decided to let you go this morning." Barre said. "Why, you've got one more day." Barre cooed, "Yes, it's the morning of the third day, I was kidding about keeping you." She kissed me and I kissed her breasts. She sat on my stomach and moaned. Kotta emerged semen dripping from the corner of her mouth. "When you get over the sleeps you're going to be the best slave the island's ever seen." Barre said. I can't believe it another day gone. I seemed to sleep a lot. They fed me, and bathed me one more time before giving me a pair of good leather trousers and a cotton shirt. They also gave me a messenger bag and a walking stick. "Good tools for the proper slave-errant." Kotta said hugging me between her breasts, "Come back, sweet man." She said. I said I would, but the rest of the island called and I wanted to explore it more. Amazonia Chronicles Ch. 02 The Wilderness New items in hand I beat a path north for a long time. Barre and Kotta had filled my bag with simple trail food and a small utility knife. I was a fair hand with a knife; it would be fairly impractical as a combat weapon. I had taken to carving some simple designs into my walking stick. It was as tall as I was, so I could probably use it to better effect if I had to defend myself. The trees were greenish, but not vibrant. The road was wide and well kept. It was remarkably marked and even. I had been reassured that if I stuck to the roads I wouldn't be lost. I was alone for a couple of days. My food was in some peril of not surviving my metabolism. Despite being winter the nights weren't frigid. They were chilly, but there was always some small wooden structure placed at regular intervals. They could hold two people at best and had a small stone fireplace and circular chimney let the smoke out. So, I was never left to the elements. On the third day when loneliness really set in, it wasn't crippling or anything, but my first few days had been in the warmth of very agreeable company. Also, Amazonia was big place. That's what I mean when I say lonely. Even the tamed part I enjoyed walking was still natural and austere. It reminded me of the woods in the country, but on a much larger scale. I set out on the morning of the third day whistling a jazz song. I thought about stopping for a big breakfast, but I decided on something lighter. I walked for a few hours when I began smelling smoke. I looked into the sky and saw a few wispy curls of smoke off the road to my east near the still-pinkish sunrise. Deciding to risk what lay off the beaten path I turned and began picking my way through the underbrush. There were several small game trails. I'm not exactly an urbanite, and I picked up a few tricks from the other pilots I used to hang around with. I found the fire about half a mile into the woods. The wind must have been with me, I hadn't thought it would have been closer. I worried about not being able to find the road again, if I had to. I sat down by the fire and stirred it with a stick. There wasn't a whole lot there, just a bed roll and a large piece of oilcloth set up as a cover against the rain. There was also a messenger bag that was slightly bigger than mine. I thought about sliding off my boots and lying down for a quick rest. Before I could, though, I heard the slightest of rustles from my left. Looking I saw the blondest woman I'd ever seen. She was almost eight feet tall. Wide hips like Kotta's but the narrowest waste I'd seen yet. She was long in the legs , too. She was wearing brown and white. She had high brown boots, a form-hugging brown skirt and a tight fitting shirt in white. The first few buttons were undone revealing a mile of delicious pale cleavage. She had stormy-blue eyes and youthful features. Her blonde hair was intricately braided into nine different braids that converged into a single long braid that swung down to her rump, by my guess. Her full, pouty lips parted into a small smile. She was carrying a large rifle over her shoulder, it was a flintlock of all things. There was a pistol tucked into her leather belt and sashes. She was using a large, broad-tipped spear as a walking stick. I assumed it was the traditional hunting weapon of the amazons. "Hello..." She said sultrily. Sashaying over to her bag she stowed her gear. I got a glorious view of her nice broad backside. "Hello." I said less sexily than I had hoped. "Don't be nervous, capital boy." She said, "We wild amazons don't eat you." I couldn't help but notice her cool manner. "Uh... I'm new actually. I came from the southern ocean." I said. She turned looking genuinely shocked, "Oh... I'm sorry... that explains why you're so far away from the capital." She looked genuinely embarrassed shuffling bashfully. Her pale skin was turning fiery red. I walked over to her and held out my hand, "My name is Terry Grant." She seemed incredibly shy considering the average demeanor of her kin. She looked at me shuffling her feet around. "Chira... sorry... it's just..." She looked away again. I put my hand down, Chira didn't seem to want to shake it... or she didn't know the custom. "It's just what?" I said sitting down and patting the ground next to me. Rather primly for a hunter she smoothed her skirts and sat down. "Do you know how many men are on the island?" She asked. I nodded that I did. "You know they all live in the capital now, right?" Again I said I did. "Most don't like to admit it, but it makes us feel neglected. They and you are supposed to be slaves to everyone, and yet they stay in the capital living the lazy life." "But they're not doing anything they can't do." She sighed, frustrated, "That's what makes it so... irritating. There are hundreds of thousands of women, and only ten—eleven—men. So... so there are many women who go years without knowing the touch of a man. It's something that we're supposed to accept, but it's—" "Not fair?" I suggested. She nodded the blush leaving her face. She turned to me, "But... you're new, right?" I nodded, a little more hesitantly. I had heard that tone before. She turned on me, a hungry look in her eye. I was hungry for it, too, but mine was tempered by her enthusiasm. She was pushing me onto my back. I winced and mumbled something about a rock in my back. She blushed again and got off of me. She began playing with her gorgeous braid and blushed again. "I stink at this..." She sighed. I sat up, "It's my personal opinion that no one is good at it, Chira... as long as you're enjoying it that's what matters." She huffed over to her bedroll and looked ashamed, nonetheless. It looked like she was packing up her camp. I crawled after her and grabbed her hand. She snatched it away and held her knees to her chest. "How old are you?" I asked gently. "Twenty, I just came home after academy." I frowned, "You're a virgin?" "So what, slave!" She snapped. She slapped me across the face. It hurt like you wouldn't believe. I fell back in intense pain. If her fist had been closed I'd probably be spitting out teeth. She gasped and moaned in fear. "Oh, no no no!" She leaned over her large breasts swinging beautifully in her panic, "Please don't be dead, please don't be dead!" She said, I groaned and she relaxed only a little. "Please don't tell anyone I did that. I could be killed. We do not strike slaves in anger." Grunting I sat up and she backed away. It was almost comical watching this gorgeous, strong, tall woman acting likes a scared kitten. "It's okay." I assured her, "but I was just asking, there's nothing wrong with being a virgin." I said sitting up. She looked away yet again. "Well now it doesn't matter. You won't like it now... just go." "You could just make me?" I said confused. "Yes... but anyone can do that!" She threw her hands up, "I wanted my first time to be this awesome, sexy affair where you lusted for me day after day. All I'd have to do was shake my tits and you'd just fall right in line." To subconsciously make the point she shook her full breasts back and forth, my body was attempting an immediate mutiny of my faculties. I managed to hold off the usurping a moment longer, "Chira, I can't make you do anything, but I strongly suggest you shut up and impress me already before I try jump my first amazon." She stopped and looked at me, big blue eyes, "Slaves... shouldn't talk... about... taking amazons... it's not proper..." Despite what she was saying I could tell she was thinking something else. "You would still like it?" She said a little excitement creeping into her voice. I nodded, smiling, "With me?" She pointed to herself. It was adorably hilarious pantomime. I nodded again, rolling my eyes a little. Chira cleared her throat and smiled. "Well, if we're going to do this we're going to my home where I can... have you all to myself." Her voice dipped into that low sultry tone again and she impressed me. We spent an hour packing up her camp and I carried some of her things. We set out to on a large game trail and halfway there she bumped me with her wide hips and I went careening into the underbrush. She gasped and ran after me. She didn't stop bumping me, but she was much gentler from then on. It took us the rest of the day to make it there, and I was pretty beat by the end of it. We broke through the canopy to a large clearing. There was a house. It was a log cabin. Each log was square though. Expertly sealed and painted before being notched and mudded with smooth light-brown stucco. "Is this your home?" "Yep, I made it myself. Took about a year. We... uh... can work a lot harder than you, Terry." "Proportionately speaking." I said. "Right," she said nodding sheepishly knowing that she'd said something a little awkward, "Wait until you see the bedroom. It's warm for the deep winter." It really was a gorgeous house. It was two stories, Chira told me that the first floor was in the basement to keep it warm. It had glass windows with blue shutters that worked with the white-brown paint. It had an oriental-style roof of black wood shingles and a porch wrapped around it. We entered a warm foyer and put away her gear. I walked in the siting room and looked at the low fire. Chira took off her cloak and hung it up. She held her braid and stoked it swinging her hips gently. She sheepishly pointed out things she was proud of, like her bookshelf with books. I couldn't read them, but it was interesting. "The bath's downstairs. Go and clean up and I'll get you some dinner and you can play on my bed until then." I nodded and gently touched he arm. She smashed a hot kiss on my lips. I realized then that this shy huntress had trapped me whether she knew it or not. Now she was going to take her time with me... and I wanted to give her more days with me. I bathed. It was a copper tub set into the stone. It ran with hot water. I speculated that there were many hot springs on the island, and that's what made the weather so mild. Though, deep winter seemed like a rough proposition. I bathed and shaved my beard with the razor Barre and Kotta gave me. I found where Chira kept her human-sized clothes and I went to lie on her bed. It was big and soft, silk sheets of a black color. Tons of pillow and blankets covered it. It was heaven. I was asleep soon enough. I was awakened by a gentle shaking. "Wake up, slave..." Chira said giggling. She was in sheer nightgown that covered her decency, but exposed inches of pale flesh. She wore panties that looked a size too small and when she turned I saw nothing but ass. She and I ate rabbit and rice with vegetables. She'd taken the time to bathe and re-braid her hair (still the same braid but she also added fresh flowers to it). We finished quickly, both wanting each other. She held and twisted her blonde braid nervously slowing the momentum of our desires considerably. "What now?" She said biting a full lip. "Just say, 'make me feel good, slave'," I said, "'all night...'" I added, daringly. She smiled a big smile, "Make me feel good, slave, all night..." She said sexily, but giggled a little afterward. I thought it made her more attractive. I crawled into her lap and grabbed her chin with my hand and kissed her big, plump lips. She melted into it and pushed her tongue into my mouth. She was really taking it too far too fast, but I enjoyed her enthusiasm. We kissed for minutes. Our lips are crushed fighting for purchase. I tried to grab her huge, firm ass but she was too tall to keep kissing. I slipped from her lips and fell into her large bosom. She mistook my mistake for enthusiasm and pushed my face between her huge tis. I took the hint and began kissing them. I would have to work for her rump. She pulled off the nightdress and tossed it away. I nipped and bit her breasts and Chira squealed and pushed me deeper. I reached into her underwear and found her sex. She jumped with me atop her. "No!" She cried extricating my hand from her panties. "I... only want your... manhood in there." She blushed and I pulled myself up her to kiss her lips. "It's yours, sweetie, whenever you're feeling amazon enough for it." I teased. She looked at me and rolled me over on her big bed. She pulled my shirt off and slid down the simple linen trousers I wore. My big cock flopped out half erect and needing attention. Chira looked nervous. She ran a hand along it and grew another half-inch at her musings. Her fingers worked my large testicles. I groaned closing my eyes in pleasure. "It's so big..." She said nervously stroking her braid. She was almost admiring it. She leaned down and licked it, her pink tongue felt good against my cock. She became much more enthusiastic as she licked it more and saw how much I loved it. She devoured it in one go and gagged. She backed off looking embarrassed. "It's okay—" I tried to assure her. "It's so big." She interrupted putting her rump in the air like a cat going for the pounce. She grabbed my cock and began sucking it hotly, but with a more-cautious manner. I came quickly at her furious and thorough experimentation. She eagerly sucked down the wave of cum, it came dripping from the corner of her mouth. "That was a lot..." She said smiling licking my seed from her mouth. She pulled her panties off and grabbed my slick cock. "You're not supposed to run out if you've had the flower..." she said more to herself than me. Gently she worked herself onto my cock. I felt something give and she slid off wincing. I moved to her and embraced her rubbing her breasts and nipples. I suckled one of her rosy pink-pale nipple until she moaned loudly and without reservation. She pulled my mouth from her tit and remounted me. She began to move up and down. My hands clamped over the vast expanse of her perfect ass. Her legs were hugging my thighs. She moaned and screamed and I came. The damn flower made me far too sensitive to feel manly sometimes. If it weren't for the staying power I possessed I would be ashamed. However, I could feel my cock long, thick and fully hard in her cunt. She moaned in the Amazonian language and rode me harder and faster. I exploded again inside her and could feel it running back down and over my balls. She stood up over me dripping a mixture of juices, and I realized that she had had her own orgasm. A small smile equal parts wicked and shy crossed her lips. Then she turned around and I looked up her long, long legs to her big backside. She knelt back down and slipped my cock right back into her pussy. It eagerly obliged her. Now she road me and I slapped her rump eagerly watching it jiggle. It was big, but hard and curvy. I gave her another orgasm along with my own. "Cum is good..." she moaned sliding off me and pushing her backside around my cock. She rubbed the semen-slicked member up and down the cleft of her ass. "Cum on my ass, slave, cum all over your mistress..." She lacked the authority in her voice, but her desire was enough. I pushed the pale orbs of her rump to my cock and rubbed it hard and fast. She moaned at the feel and I came coating her big butt in spunk. "More..." she moaned moving her braid out of the way. She turned over and slapped her massive tits around my cock and milked several more orgasm from my cock until cum dripped from her mouth and tits. She sucked my balls as she stroked my cock with her hand. Chira put her thumb over the slit in the tip of my cock and it sprayed for almost a minute until her hand was covered. She rubbed it on her ass and put my cock back in her mouth. This time she gagged and kept me in her mouth. One hand worked my nuts as she sucked harder milking my cock. Orgasm after orgasm shot down her throat and she eagerly gobbled it down. The cum-soaked amazon fell asleep and I crawled into her embrace. I faintly remember the bruised purples and pinks of dawn peeking through the rectangular windows high on the bedroom walls. Stone Creek Crossroads I woke to Chira's suddenly-too-confident musings. She was rubbing my cock with her hand lapping up the copious amounts of semen flowing down my big pecker. "Good morning, stud." She cooed, "I want you in me again. So... big... and... messy." I looked at her and her braid was a mess, but we kissed and she put herself on all fours and I pushed my pelvis against her big ass and began fucking her hard. I pushed in and out as fast as I could trying to push her around. I failed miserably but she cried and screamed and let me fill her until it ran down her legs, and then she demanded more. I pulled out and kissed her ass biting it roughly. She turned on me and kissed my cock and licked my nuts. "You feel good in here... especially when I... explode?" She said quizzically, but then smiled more confidently than ever. At noon, she'd not had her fill, but her time was up. I was standing over her, cumming on her body because she wanted me to. She looked at the time and sighed. "My time is up." We both had the same feeling, "Unless..." I kissed her. "It would be unfair of me and a little lazy if I stayed with you too long." She gave me the dirtiest look. I stayed with her another day, under the condition that she would show me to the nearest settlement. It wasn't all sex, most of it was. She was eager and she knew she wouldn't get much more. We ate a light lunch and bathed together. I was massaging her on her bed. I was rubbing her ass after working over the rest of her. I pulled and tugged the flesh watching the flesh give just enough. She moaned and groaned her pleasure. I kissed it and worked my face down in the canyon of her butt. She laughed and pushed up burying me in it. I began kissing her pussy and she got on her hands and knees so that I could explore this venture better. She gingerly sat herself down on my face and I eagerly began eating her out. She screamed and came after a particularly intense series of nibbles on my part she had a delightfully torrential orgasm. My hands clamped tightly over her rump and speared her with my tongue. Chira came again in a happy squeal. She looked at me. "You look good covered too, slave." We washed again and spent the time until a cold dinner talking. I learned various things about Amazonian wildlife and flora. I told her about a few things that had changed in the world since her school days. Chira seemed to enjoy hunting and trapping even though she was actually a major of biology (it's a few years out of date, but that was alright). She made us the coffee-tasting drink and we ate dinner. This time she allowed me to be more tender, and we took turn drinking some wine. She rode me gently dripping the drink between her breasts. When I came she let me grab and lick her tits. Chira took a big pull from the bottle and nipped my ear. I felt her braid and grabbed it gently feeling the intricacy that went into making it. "Do you like my braid?" She said giggling. "It's very pretty." I said. "You also like my ass." She said taking another drink. "Your tits, too." I said a little tipsy as well. Chira giggled and pushed my head in her cleavage yet again. I bit and nipped her breasts gently. She pushed me down and took me again. She gave me the bottle and it sloshed all over me as we went at it. I filled her with cum and she and I were soon nestled. We were too inebriated to care. She didn't even pull herself off my still-hard cock before nodding off. I didn't pull out either. In the morning she let me go. With renewed food reserves and a second shirt I set out with her. It took her two hours to lead to the road that would take me to Stone Creek Crossing. It was a little town of about forty amazons. Chira kissed me goodbye and left me with a view of her big butt. Amazonia Chronicles Ch. 02 I was the talk of the town instantly. Amazons of every height, shape and size came out to great me. I realized soon that this place could represent a problem. I did not really feel like being impressed by forty women, but the leader. An eight-foot tall woman with massive tits and a big round ass, a little thick around stepped into the crowd. She didn't look a day over thirty but she had gray hair. "Hold sisters," she said her accent thick but understandable, "I invoke the law of settlement." I gave her a quizzical look. "Unless you want to stay here for a month fucking horny women." She whispered. The women all gave a collective sigh and moved off a way. I gave the leader my name and a polite little gesture. "Well, Terry, my name is Odessa, and the law of town is that we can only keep you here for three days if you are not otherwise impressed. She slapped my ass playfully, "Expect many orgies in that time. Each girl is going to want you, badly." She walked off. I wanted her badly. So I followed those swinging womanly hips. Her skirt was far too tight, and her blouse far too low cut, but she also wore a petticoat. The colors of Stone Creek were blue and gray. Her chestnut and gray-streaked hair was blowing in the wind curly and thick. I didn't know where she was leading me, but it couldn't be bad. She took me to some kind of room in the in. All that was in it was a huge bed that could fit at least six people. There were pillows and plush furniture. A copper bathtub sat in the corner with steaming hot water. There was no door, and I was not guaranteed privacy. Odessa took off her boots and skirt. Her panties slid easily down creamy thighs and She bent over the bed and pulled her pussy lips apart. "Being leader has its dues." She said hotly, "Give me a good dose of it and I'll make sure the girls don't swarm you... too much." She wiggled her rump and I nodded eagerly pushing my cock into her pussy. I fucked her hard fast and without ceremony filling her with my swift hard orgasms. I thought she would let me go, but she put me on my back with a small throw and pushed her asshole over my huge cock. I was shocked, but it felt really good. "That's not very ladylike." I observed. She gave a small sound of impatience and began moving up and down my pole. I came almost instantly, and she didn't let me stop there. She grabbed my balls and massaged them making me cum even more. It was a hot fast fuck. Soon enough Oddessa was pulling up her panties and walking out of the room. "The girls are going to eat you up." She said smiling and slapping the door frame, "Biggest I ever had." She shook her head and laughed, happily. I washed up and prepared for the onslaught. My First Orgy It was a blur of sex and flesh. It started with three girls much younger than Odessa passing my cock between their mouths and letting me cum often. They took turns riding me and passing me around. They were all blondes of varying shades. They were plenty curvy, but Chira and Odessa were curvier. They were white-skinned Myris. They eventually rolled off the bed and four more girls took their place. These girls were a little on the skimpy side where curves were concerned, but they smashed me between them. I was lost in a bounty of flesh and fucking. I don't remember much of this encounter beyond the ecstasy that I felt. Some girls were more mundane in their tastes so I kissed and pinched making them giggle and laugh while we played around on the bed. Then I ate, then slept, then woke to five beauties of varying curves playing with my cock and making me cum on their faces and tits. They didn't want to fuck. They made me cum over and over in their mouths on each other. Some let me rub my cock between their ass cheeks until I came. More food, more rest, more fucking. The memorable incident from the last day was the group of six women who made me lick their pussies until I was drenched in their orgasms. They would sit with their legs splayed and I would make each one come in turn with my mouth or fingers. Then they would stand above me and take turns making each other cum and it would drip down on me. I liked it in a fashion. Then they tenderly bathed me. I was not nearly as tired as I should have been. It's hard to remember all the events that happened. It was wild and passionate, and it wouldn't be my last one by far.