1 comments/ 52858 views/ 9 favorites Amazon Princess Ch. 1 By: GoddessKaren The fire flared high, sending sparks toward the stars above. The naked bodies of the Amazon tribe shone golden, circling the great fire. All around me my sisters chanted, voices supplicating the Mother Goddess to provide us with a successful hunt. I added my voice to those surrounding me, praying fervently. This was to be my first hunt and I wanted nothing more than to bring home a man strong enough to withstand the trials so that my sisters and I could mate with him. As the ritual came to an end, the Amazon tribe, my sisters, stood and began moving off in pairs to the jungle surrounding the clearing. I turned to find Athela standing at my side. Where I was tall and dark, Athela was short and light; my polar opposite, but beautiful, I thought. I looked into Athela's blue eyes, sparkling in the dying fire. I knew that she wished to take her pleasure with me this night. "Come, Kayelli." Athela smiled, taking my hand. "Come with me to the clearing I have prepared for us." It was ritual, just as much as the chanting to the Mother Goddess before the fire, this sharing of pleasure the night before the hunt. This being my first hunt, it was also my first night of complete pleasure. Before our first hunt, we Amazons learn to pleasure each other with tongues and hands, but a huntress is not penetrated with the sacred rod until the night before her first hunt. It was thought among the Amazon tribes that the huntress' first love should be the one to open her for mating. Athela was my first love. She had come to me seasons back to introduce me to the pleasures a wet tongue and nimble fingers can provide. Now she wished to open me for the mating. I was willing, but nervous. Some of the other huntresses had spoken of pain and of blood, two things I had never associated with pleasure before. Athela saw my fear, and reassured me with a gentle touch on the face. "Have no fear, my love. There shall be no pain tonight. Only pleasure." With that Athela led me toward the nearby clearing where she had laid out a small wooden altar to the Mother Goddess. Upon the altar was some binding fiber and a sacred rod carved from the bark of one of the Great Yew trees that grew in the Mother Goddess' grove. Athela turned toward the altar, kneeling and whispering a prayer to the Mother Goddess and I did the same, kneeling next to my mentor and love. As her prayer floated toward the heavens, Athela turned toward me and pulled me down onto the woven grass mats she had placed in the clearing. She kissed me, her tongue darting into my mouth and teasing my lips and garnering a similar response from my tongue. We lay together on the grass mats, kissing and fondling each other's bodies for some time, as the moons moved across the sky. I felt Athela's hands moving down my body, parting my legs and caressing my mound. I spread my legs willingly, knowing that I was safe with Athela and that there was nothing to fear. Athela gently pushed me onto my back and leaned on her arm above me, looking down into my eyes. She leaned in and kissed me once more before moving to the altar. She returned with the binding fiber and the sacred rod. The binding fiber she coiled in a spiral and lay on my belly, the seat of my womanhood. In opening me for mating, the fiber would be blessed and help to bring a productive hunt. The sacred rod Athela kissed, laving the smooth wood with her tongue. She looked so very provocative there, worshipping the rod and I felt more wetness gathering between my thighs as I watched her. Athela turned to me and brought the rod to my lips for me to worship. Taking the rod in my hands, I followed Athela's example and ran my tongue all around the tip of the rod, then placed it in my mouth and sucked it in, moving my mouth up and down on the smooth, warm wood. Athela watched briefly as I sucked and licked the rod, then knelt between my thighs. The first touch of her tongue to my slit was electric, and I felt my hips buck as I sucked the rod deeper into my mouth. Holding my thighs wide with her hands, Athela licked and sucked my slit, giving me great pleasure and making me wetter with every pass of her tongue. I felt my clitoris throbbing, begging for Athela's touch, as her tongue skated easily across the slick skin. I moaned around the wooden phallus, spreading my legs open wider. Athela reached up without ever taking her tongue from my slippery folds, and gently took the sacred rod from my mouth. I felt her tracing the tip of the implement down my torso and I moaned. Athela lifted her head briefly to smile at me. "Keep your legs spread, just like they are now Kayelli." She instructed, then again lowered her head, this time sucking directly on my clitoris and making me moan loudly. I felt the head of the sacred rod nudging at my opening and I tried to relax, keeping my legs spread and concentrating on the pleasure Athela was creating with her tongue and lips. The rod did not move, just stayed at the opening and barely inside me as Athela sucked harder on my tender nub. I felt bliss approaching and cried out. Just as I began to orgasm, Athela began to slide the sacred rod inside of me. She met with resistance at my hymen and then shoved the sacred rod hard, breaking through and stuffing me full. Whatever pain there may have been was lost in the pleasure coursing through my veins. The feeling of orgasm with the sacred rod inside of me was more intense than anything I had ever experienced as the muscles of my vaginal walls gripped and throbbed around the implement inside me. I cried out to the Mother Goddess in my pleasure, my hips bucking as Athela moved the sacred rod in and out of me. Wave after wave of intense pleasure washed through me; orgasms I never wanted to end. Athela worked the sacred rod inside me, while stimulating my clitoris with her other hand, taking me to the pinnacle over and over again. Soon, the sensations overwhelmed me and I began to sob in my ecstasy. Athela stopped then, leaving the sacred rod inside me and gathering my body against hers so I could recover. I panted and cried, my heart slowing in my chest as Athela held me and crooned my name. "Hush little one. Hush my Kayelli." Athela whispered in my ear. I began to laugh. It was funny to hear her calling me little one as I was close to five hands taller than she was. Athela smiled as I laughed and hiccupped. "Such pleasure is surely a gift from the Mother Goddess, is it not?" Athela asked after I was calm. I nodded, noting that the sacred rod still rested inside me. I opened my mouth to ask, but Athela shushed me with a hand against my mouth. I kissed her hand, tasting my own juices and the faint acrid taste of my virginal blood. "There is more pleasure yet to come this night." Athela explained. I was unsurprised, knowing that the greater the sexual energy that was released, the more the Mother Goddess would be pleased and hopefully give us a successful hunt. "We will please each other until first light if we are able." With that, Athela moved until her mound was positioned above my face and her mouth was buried in my rod-filled slit. Gasping as Athela began manipulating the rod again, I lifted my head so I could pleasure my lover as well, licking and sucking at her slick vaginal lips. I was surprised at how wet Athela was as I licked her. Her nether lips were puffy and slick with her juices; even her upper thighs were coated. Smiling to myself, I licked her clean and then went to work sucking and nibbling on her clitoris. Athela gasped as I probed her slit with my tongue, lapping at the fluids that kept gathering there. I desired to give Athela as much pleasure as she had shown me, and I began to suck on her clitoris in earnest, manipulating that tender pebble with my lips and tongue, alternating between sucking and flicking it with my tongue. I felt more than heard Athela gasp into my mound as she reached orgasm from my ministrations. Athela and I continued to stimulate and tease each other until the sun rose, signaling the beginning of the hunt. Athela and I rose from the grass mats, finding renewed energy in the newborn day. Amazon Princess Ch. 2 We girded ourselves for the hunt in kilts and light armored breastplates, then ate honey cakes and fruit. After a blessing from the High Priestess, off we ran into the jungle. We ran for two days, sleeping at night hidden in the branches of the trees. The morning of the third day, we came down out of the jungle and into a vast plain. We could see a collection of huts off some distance to our left, the sounds of human habitation rising from the plain to greet us. We ran toward the village, reaching it shortly before sundown, but stopping short of entering the clearing surrounding the ragged collection of huts. Athela was our huntmistress and she sent me and another young huntress, Leetha, in to scout the village. We circled the village silently, finding just women and young children moving among the huts. There was a track running away from the village toward a river and we followed the track to where it branched off in two directions. Down the left fork of the path was what appeared to be a deserted laundering place, with bits of sudsing flowers and other detrius scattered about. Up the other fork, we found the men of the village at the river, bathing in the swift-flowing water. As silently as we had approached, Leetha and I returned to where our huntresses were hidden. We quickly explained what we had seen, drawing diagrams in the dirt, and five groups of huntresses moved silently out toward the river. I carefully uncoiled my binding fiber and thought back to the men I had seen bathing. There was one in particular who had caught my eye. He was tall, several hands taller than even me, and had brown hair. His sacred rod had lain flaccid against his thigh but even in its sleeping state had looked powerful. We reached the river and I signaled to my team which male I wished to take. Rushing from the tall reeds, we surrounded him quickly and I threw a loop of binding fiber around his torso. He stood there momentarily; looking bemused by the women surrounding him then calmly flexed his arms and broke my binding fiber. I snarled and jumped upon his back, wrapping my arms around his neck as Leetha approached with her binding fiber. I shouted to Ameeni and she quickly poured the sleeping fluid into a cloth. Brisha ran up with the cloth and tossed it to me where I clung to the now thrashing and shouting male, and I quickly placed the cloth over his mouth and nose, holding it tightly so he would be forced to breathe of it. He continued to fight as the sleeping fluid did its work, until he collapsed on the bank of the river, half in and half out of the water. The other Amazons had not been idle, and we soon had five sleeping men trussed up on poles and ready to carry back to our village. While the capture had taken less time than it takes to slaughter a pig, the rest of the men had run back to the village and the entire area was in an uproar. Athela signaled that we should move quickly, lest the entire village pursue us and we moved out at a fast trot, four huntresses to each man. The village did send out warriors to pursue us, but we moved throughout the night and the less-skilled trackers of the village were not able to follow where we went, as we moved up into the foothills. Mid-morning of the next day Athela called a halt and we all happily placed our burdens on the ground and stretched our aching muscles. I noted with some curiosity that my captive was awake and looking around with bemused eyes. None of the other captives had recovered from the effects of the sleeping fluid, so that this male was awake came as a surprise. "Greetings." I said to him, speaking in the common tongue. "Who are you? Why am I your prisoner?" He asked, lacking the good graces to respond to my salutation. "We are Amazons, and you are our captive." I said, shrugging as if it should be obvious. Athela came over and looked down at the male with me. She seemed surprised by the amount of binding fiber we had used to secure the male to his poles. But after seeing him snap my lasso without seeming to exert any effort, I was not taking any chances. "Amazons? But that's just a myth!" The man gasped. "He is awake?" Athela asked in Amazon, glancing at Ameeni, wondering if she had been lax in her assigned duties. "Ameeni and all of us did as we were supposed to," I reassured her. "This one just seems unusually strong." "He will struggle. Put him back to sleep, or he will interfere with our travels." "Yes, huntmistress." I said, turning toward Ameeni and gesturing for her to bring more sleeping fluid. The male had been watching our exchange with bright eyes, even though he could not understand our words. As I turned back toward him, cloth in hand, he began to pull at his bindings. "Wait!" He cried. "Just tell me your name." I paused. "Why is it you wish to know my name?" I asked. "I would know the name of my captor." He said, suddenly serious. "My name is Leonidas." I shrugged. He seemed very serious about wishing to know my name. "I am Kayelli." I replied, moving forward again. I quickly placed the cloth over his nose and mouth, sending him off into sleep once more. I noticed as his eyes fluttered shut that they were the same deep brown color as his hair. We traveled several more days, our burdens making our travel slower than it had been on the way down the mountain. Our captives were kept asleep throughout our journey, only being given small amounts of water when they awoke, before being put back to sleep. After traveling for six days, we stopped for the night at the sacred grove where we had first started on this hunt and gave thanks to the Mother Goddess for her bounty. Our village was two more days' slow travel up the mountain. As we trekked into the village on the afternoon of the eighth day after our hunt began, we were greeted by a joyous sight. The High Priestess had heard our cries of victory and had prepared a great welcoming feast. A wild boar roasted over the central fire and all the huts were festooned with flowering jungle vines. The entire tribe came out to welcome us. Our captives were finally released from their bonds inside a wooden corral with a high fence. They slowly awoke and stood looking out as we greeted family and friends. I hugged my mother, the village chieftess; and my aunt, the High Priestess. They congratulated me on a successful first hunt, and I drew my hunt-mates into the circle so they could share in the words of praise. The feast was filled with stories recounting our hunt, and songs around the fire. Even the captives were allowed a share of the roast boar. Tomorrow would start the trials, and they would need the sustenance. Amazon Princess Ch. 3 The morning of the trials dawned clear and hot, the insects buzzing in the depths of the jungle as we came out of our huts. The captives were sitting under the overhang of the corral, sheltering from the rapidly rising sun. Armed with whips, the captive-trainers entered the corral, speaking in Common. "On your feet!" Kela shouted, snapping her whip in the direction of the captives. The captives slowly complied. I noticed that my captive seemed even slower than most in lifting himself to his feet. He glanced over to where I was standing and glared at me malevolently. "Today you shall prove what kind of men you are." Kela continued. "Should you be deemed worthy, you may yet live. Should you not, you will die. It is simple, do as you are told and you will not be punished." A smaller man, with light brown hair and flashing green eyes spoke up. "Why is it you think we will do what it is you ask?" He demanded. "I do not ask. And because you will suffer and die if you do not." Maylee, the other trainer, countered. She quickly flicked her whip at him, slashing the skin of his face and leaving a bloody scratch. The man cried out and grabbed at his cheek. "Arturus!" I heard Leonidas cry out to the disciplined captive. The other men jumped back and looked wildly from one trainer to the other as if expecting another assault. "Now, out into the compound with you!" Maylee demanded, moving to walk in front of the group while Kela brought up the rear. The men filed out and then stood before us naked. We had been saved the trouble of disrobing the men as they had been bathing when we captured them. My mother and aunt walked majestically out of the central temple to stand before the men. "Kneel! Kneel before greatness!" Kela shouted, slashing at the dirt in front of the men with her whip. The men dropped to their knees without further command, having learned the lesson of the whip rather quickly. The Chieftess looked appraisingly at the men and nodded her head, while the High Priestess raised her hand and said a benediction invoking the favor of the Mother Goddess. The men were then permitted to stand as Maylee and Kela explained the trials. The men were to be made aroused and then they were to remain in that state without either going flaccid or loosing their juices during the course of the day. The men looked around at the hungry-eyed women dressed only in skirts made of animal skins surrounding them and it seemed as if comprehension began to dawn in their eyes. Amazons were not just a myth, and they were our captives. Five older women, ones who could no longer breed, stepped forward. They would suck the men to full arousal as they were in no danger of being cursed with barrenness should they swallow the seed of an over-eager captive. The women knelt in front of the men, tugging on the sacred rods and slowly sucking them into their mouths. The other four captives groaned in appreciation as the women worked their mouths on them, but my captive seemed oblivious to the rising of his rod as he looked around at the crowd surrounding him. When the five captives were at full erection, the women stepped back. Leonidas looked impressive standing there, several hands taller than his fellows and his sacred rod jutting out proudly, gleaming in the early sun. I felt a slow heat begin in my loins as I looked at him. Maylee and Kela moved forward again, other women coming behind with racks for the men to be tied to. Each rack looked like a large "X" and the captives were quickly bound at hands and feet to the racks placed behind them. The women then tied binding fiber around the base of each man's sacred rod then around the neck of the sack dangling below. Leonidas grunted as Ameeni yanked the fiber tight around him. She was still annoyed that he had shrugged off the effects of the sleeping fluid so quickly. The purpose of the trials was to ensure that the children the Amazons took from the captives' loins were strong and hardy. Life in the Amazon encampment was joyful but hard, and the children of the Amazons had to be able to hunt and forage, fight and kill. The Mother Goddess would bless the mating of the Amazons with those who were strong and virile, granting to the Amazon a girl child. Danella approached carrying thin bamboo canes. Grinning wickedly, she began to strike at the first captive. She started out strking him lightly on the thighs and gradually increased in force, moving up his body. After a short time the man was grunting and twisting in his bonds. Thin red lines began to appear on his torso as Danella continued with her test. Finally, he cried out as the pain became too much to bear. Danella smiled grimly, smacking at his still-erect sacred rod with her switch. The man gasped and yelped in shock and pain, his rod seeming to deflate somewhat in the face of the punishment it received. Maylee jumped forward and yanked on his rod with one hand, shouting that he must not let his rod waver. The man moaned as her hand worked him, bringing him back to full erection. Maylee stepped back, releasing the captive's stiffened rod from her grasp. Danella, in the meantime had moved on to the next captive, treating his body to the same torture. Each successive captive had to be manually stimulated after the caning to bring their rods back to full hardness. Even Leonidas' impressive-looking rod seemed to wilt in the face of Danella's enthusiastic striping. After Danella was finished she stepped back, discarding the last of her now-broken canes. The captives hung in their bonds, gasping and sweating, red lines criscrossing their torsos. The High Priestess approached next, carrying five net bags filled with river stones. The bags were tied to each captive's dangling sack with several thin pieces of binding fiber, stretching the captive's sack. This appeared to cause most of the captives some discomfort as the weight pulled on them. More stones were added, one to each captive's bag until the second captive, the one called Arturus, cried out. No more stones were added to his bag, but it was left dangling and he moaned and cried out as his body trembled and caused the bag to shift. Each captive was pushed to his limit with the stones, and soon we had a line of five trembling males who moaned and sobbed as the weights attached to them swung and moved. But to their credit, none of the sacred rods even drooped. Next, the High Priestess approached from the temple with ten slivers of ivory. I stepped forward with the other four captors and picked up a pair of slivers and approached the captives. As I got nearer Leonidas I saw him watching me through slitted eyes. I moved up close to Leonidas and felt his sacred rod rubbing against my belly. On a command from the High Priestess we each pierced the left nipple of our captive with an ivory sliver. Leonidas groaned and threw his head back. I felt his sacred rod throbbing against my belly and a slight spurt of wetness where it touched me. The High Priestess gave the order and we pierced our captives' other nipple. Again Leonidas groaned and I felt his hips move slightly, pushing his rod into closer contact with my skin. I heard shouting and glanced over to where the first captive, a rather tall male with curly silver hair and shockingly blue eyes had again lost his erection. Maylee and Kela had unbound him and thrown him over a nearby log. He kept crying out that he did not understand as Maylee drew back and began to whip him. She lashed him several times, leaving bloody trails on his wide back. The captive moaned into the dirt, wetting the ground with his tears as Maylee continued with her fierce punishment. I heard Leonidas groan again and I looked up to find him watching his fellow captive with rapt attention. "Davidus," he whispered, his eyes wide as he watched his friend being disciplined. His sacred rod was harder than ever as he viewed the sight before him and his hips pushed out slightly, causing his rod to rub gently on the skin of my belly. I stepped back as Maylee and Kela yanked the punished captive to his feet and pushed him back toward his rack and bindings. The man was stumbing and his head hung down. The other captives would not look at him, as if they were shamed by his weakness. Kela tied the captive to the rack, and he cried out as his lacerated back rubbed against the raw wood of the rack. One of the old women stepped forward again and sucked Davidus' rod into her mouth. His hips jerked and he cried out at the sudden combination of pleasure and pain. His sacred rod did rise, but slowly. Maylee stepped behind him and began to manipulate his new-pierced nipples and he yelped again at the pleasure and pain he felt. Finally, his rod was fully hard and the old woman stepped back. Maylee and Kela began with Davidus, tying more weights to the ivory shards penetrating his nipples. He cried out again as they fastened weights to him, sweat dripping off his face as he twisted against the rack. His face showed the great test of will he was fighting as every time his rod began to droop even slightly, his eyes screwed shut and he concentrated until he recovered his full erection. I could only imagine what he must be thinking about to keep his rod so full and throbbing. He moaned quietly as Maylee and Kela moved away, his hips shifted slightly, his engorged sacred rod bobbing as he seemed to thrust toward something that was not there. Soon all five captives had weights tied to their piercings and all the captives were making soft moaning noises as the sweat poured from their bodies. I sympathized as I took a drink of cool honeyed water. They would have no food nor drink until the trials were over at sundown. The Amazons wandered off to their daily tasks. The captives would be left tied and weighted as the sun crossed the sky and the biting insects came out of the jungle to feast on their blood. Periodically a woman would stop to yank or caress the sacred rod of her chosen captive. The men would groan loudly, their hips thrusting outward when they were visited in this manner. I stopped several times to caress Leonidas' unflagging sacred rod, enjoying the look of animal hunger in his eyes when I did. As the sun began to sink under the horizon, the old women came back toward the captives, each sucking on a sacred rod eagerly. Maylee and Kela circled among the captives, reminding them that they were not to spill their seed until allowed to do so. The captives groaned and I could see the tension in their bodies as they wavered between the pleasure the women were giving them and the pain caused by the weights and the piercings. Leonidas especially seemed to be struggling to hold himself under control as his hips bucked and he moaned loudly. Several more women stepped forward and began removing the weights and the ivory shards. Soon the men were unencumbered except for the binding fiber around the base of their sacred rods, as the old women sucked on them. The men seemed to relax as the weights were removed from their bodies and Arturus began to grunt loudly and thrust his hips forward into the woman's mouth. Maylee and Kela came on the run as they heard him begin to shout, but they were too late and the man thrust his hips forward just as the woman sucking him fell back. He shouted again, his hips jerking and his seed spewing from the end of his sacred rod into the air. Kela, shaking her head in disappointment, cut his bonds as Maylee grabbed him by the hair. "Now you will see what disobedience earns you" Maylee shouted in Common, before falling to her knees next to the man. She quickly slashed the captive's throat with the knife she kept at her belt. The other captives recoiled in horror, seeing their comrade dispatched so easily. And still the women worked on the sacred rods, bringing those who had softened back to full hardness as two other Amazons carried the dead captive's body off into the jungle. Leonidas had closed his eyes, his fists clenched as the woman before him laved his sacred rod. I moved up next to him and ran my hands along his muscular chest. He opened his eyes and glared down at me. But he did not ask for an explanation. It seemed my captive was learning. Brisha and some of the other huntresses moved to stand behind the captives, carrying elaborately carved metal branding irons. Each of the twelve lines of descent from the Mother Goddess had its own design, and each team of huntresses had been chosen from the descendants of that particular line. Brisha was standing behind Leonidas with the ivy-patterened brand of our family. As the woman in front of Leonidas continued to stimulate and tease his sacred rod, Brisha stepped forward and placed the white-hot brand against Leonidas' left thigh. Leonidas let forth a high-pitched scream as the brand sank partway into his flesh, marking him as the property of my family line. Brisha removed the brand and returned it to the fire to be purified. Leeni came to Leonidas and applied a healing salve, spreading it into the brand, ensuring that it would heal cleanly. Leonidas groaned as the salve worked its magic, cooling the pain. The sun was sinking, and the fire was flaring high, lighting the village as the daylight rapidly disappeared. The captives were released from their bonds and then leashed. The teams of huntresses led the tested captives around the encampment, allowing each woman to touch and caress the captives. Finally, the captives were lead to the giant low altar in front of the Mother Goddess' temple. They were made to stand at the four points of the compass, surrounding the altar. As the lead huntress in capturing Leonidas, I had the honor of spilling his seed as a sacrifice for the Goddess. I wrapped my hand around Leonidas' sacred rod and began to massage it gently, finding more fluid had leaked out of its tip. I used this fluid to ease the motion of my hand and Leonidas groaned, thrusting his hips forward. His sacred rod felt very different than the one that had been used to open me for mating. Where that one had been hard and inflexible, Leonidas' rod was hard but also soft, it felt as if it were covered in a velvet sheath. It twitched and throbbed in my hand and felt hot to the touch. I caressed Leonidas enthusiastically, running my hand rapidly up and down the length of his shaft. He groaned again, and when I looked up at him, I saw from his clenched eyes and the muscles in his neck standing out that he was exerting all the control he possessed to prevent himself from spilling his seed. "We are to sacrifice your now-sanctified juices - spill your seed Leonidas. Give your seed to the Mother Goddess." I whispered to him in Common. He groaed and his rod seemed to become even more rigid in my hand. Suddenly I felt him begin to throb and twitch as jet after jet of his seed spilled from the tip of his rod to splatter on the stone of the altar. I continued to jerk on his sacred rod even as it returned to its sleeping state. He grunted and moaned, but did not pull away from my caresses. The rest of the captives followed suit when they saw that Leonidas was not to be killed for spilling his fluids. Groans rose from the captives as they added their seed to that of Leonidas. The High Priestess' voice rose in a chant honoring the bounty of the Mother Goddess, and the rest of the Amazons joined in. Tomorrow would begin the mating. Amazon Princess Ch. 4 Two of my clan-sisters and I had been chosen to mate this season, and thus had been chosen for the hunt. I thanked the Goddess that Leonidas had survived the trials and that we would be allowed to fulfill our destiny. Ameeni, Brisha and I spent the morning at the river, talking with the other Amazons chosen for mating, bathing and anointing ourselves in preparation for the night's ritual. I knew from prior experience that Leonidas and the other captives would be taken to the river later in the morning where they would be bathed and blessed. After our bathing, we proceeded to the temple to rededicate ourselves to the Mother Goddess and to pray for only girl children to come of our mating. Male children, being less than human, were left to the predators of the woods. I prostrated myself on the floor of the temple and prayed fervently to be given a girl child. I wished to increase the strength of the tribe. After our time in the temple, we were taken to the mating feast. The feast was held at the temple steps and began in the late afternoon. Fermented honey wine and roast boar were served, along with nuts and berries gathered from our range, as well as edible greens. As we took our seats on the ground around the fire, the High Priestess emerged from the temple. She began a chant to the Mother, thanking her for our bountiful feast and asking her to bless this night's proceedings. The captives were brought forward as she chanted, and made to bow before the altar. Then each captive was placed on his knees before the three chosen huntresses. Leonidas was again looking around at the women surrounding him. He was unbound, but there were many guards watching the captives. The Amazons had learned years ago that unbound captives were not to be trusted. As the High Priestess finished her chant, several of the other tribe members began to serve the food. Leonidas would eat well this night, served only from the hands of his captors. Althela placed a large bark platter before me, piled high with all the delicacies prepared for this night. She smiled at me encouragingly, placing her hand on my shoulder as she stepped away. The High Priestess took her seat on a high-backed woven reed chair. "Let the mating feast begin!" She commanded, assuming her place as avatar of the Goddess for this ceremony. I bowed my head in the High Priestess' direction, then picked up a choice morsel of roast boar. Moving near Leonidas, I offered him the first bite. He looked to me, confusion shining in his eyes. The High Priestess had spoken in Amazonian, and he was unsure as to what was afoot now. "Eat, my brave Lion," I whispered in Common, again offering him the food. "You will need your strength and more before this night is through." He looked about to ask another question, but shrugged instead and took the morsel delicately from my hand. Ameeni, Brisha, and I fed Leonidas and ourselves, enjoying the sweetness of the honey wine as it contrasted with the bitter wild greens. We ate well, laughing and teasing each other, and slowly Leonidas relaxed. He spent more and more time sitting on his haunches, gazing at us as we reveled. He seemed bemused by the joyousness with which we feasted, especially when contrasted with the trials of the day before. As the sun sank below the horizon, several Amazons added more wood to the central fire. Then the drumming began. As the wild beat entered my blood, I could stand it no longer and rose to my feet. Ameeni and Brisha rose with me, and we placed Leonidas on his knees in our center. We danced around him, twirling to the drums, leaping and gyrating as we danced our joy and our hope for a successful mating. Leonidas' sacred rod began to rise, as he watched the Amazons' golden bodies shining in the firelight. The light made strange patterns of dark and bright on taut thighs and firm breasts, giving the Amazons an animal appearance. The women of the tribe chosen to mate this night began to strip off their skirts and dance naked, bodies twisting together in the flaring firelight. Brisha, Ameeni and I danced ever closer to Leonidas, brushing his strong body with ours, then backing away so the three of us could writhe together, brushing breasts and thighs together. "Ohhhh..." I heard Leonidas groan when I kissed Brisha. He lifted one hand as if to reach for us. I nodded to Kela and she came forward with four stakes and binding fiber. Leonidas looked as if he wanted to struggle as Kela began to bind him spread-eagle on the ground, but the lesson of Arturus was still fresh and held him quiescent. Soon, Leonidas was staked to the ground and the three of us danced around our captive, teasing each other with light, fleeting touches. "Mmmm." I sighed with anticipated pleasure as Ameeni slipped her hand between my thighs, and I heard Leonidas groan in answer. His sacred rod was jutting straight up and looked incredibly strong throbbing in the firelight. Brisha, being the oldest of the three of us by two seasons had the privilege of taking Leonidas' sacred rod first. She sank down over Leonidas, falling to her knees as the drumming became less frantic. Around her, three other Amazons positioned themselves over their captives, waiting for the High Priestess to signal. Leonidas grunted and tried not to thrust upward as Ameeni grasped the root of his sacred rod, positioning it for Brisha to impale herself upon. A slight hand movement from the High Priestess, and Brisha sank down upon him. "Arrgh! Yes!" Leonidas cried out in surprise as Brisha engulfed him in one long movement. The drums picked up tempo again as Ameeni and I moved in beside Brisha and began to help her with her task. Ameeni squatted behind Brisha, gently manipulating Brisha's clitoris, while I knelt to one side, kneading Brisha's breasts and tweaking her nipples as she frantically rode Leonidas' sacred rod. "Goddess, yes oh yes!" Brisha cried out in pleasure, sliding up and down Leonidas' now gleaming rod. Sweat stood out on her forehead as she worked her strong thighs. Leonidas was grunting and crying out in his own language as Brisha impaled herself again and again. Suddenly Brisha threw her head back and screamed with the strength of her orgasm. Leonidas' body went stiff as he felt Brisha convulsing around him, then he moaned as he spurted his seed deep inside her. Brisha moved off Leonidas' rapidly deflating sacred rod, then turned and embraced us both. Ameeni and I kissed and fondled Brisha, helping her to recover from her intense pleasure. Soon the other three men had spent their seed as well. The drums' tempo slowed again as honey wine was brought. We drank again and rested. Soon though, the drums picked up again, and we swayed together, Brisha, Ameeni and me. Leonidas' sacred rod was still flaccid, but we expected that to change soon enough. Ameeni was ready for mating now, and Brisha and I held her close and slowly stroked her body. Ameeni's knees crumpled, as she moaned short "oh's!" over and over again, and we lowered her to the ground gently. Ameeni spread her legs eagerly and Brisha and I happily wet our tongues in her slick folds. We licked and sucked at Ameeni, getting her ever more aroused. "Yes, oh yes, don't stop!" Ameeni cried, as she neared orgasm. Leonidas moaned, a sound of pure, sweet torture. I raised my head from Ameeni's apex and glanced over. Leonidas' sacred rod was as stiff as I had ever seen it, throbbing, and with a small amount of his juices gathered at the tip. Brisha and I raised Ameeni to a kneeling position over Leonidas' prone figure, then I grasped Leonidas' sacred rod and guided it into Ameeni's waiting cavern. Leonidas began to thrust into Ameeni, grunting as he met her downward movements. Ameeni leaned forward, placing her hands on Leonidas' chest as Brisha and I supported her and continued to tease her with our hands. Bearing down, Ameeni ground her pelvis into Leonidas, moaning loudly, shuddering with the strength of her orgasm. Leonidas continued to thrust upward ever more desperately, as if afraid Ameeni were about to remove herself from his sacred rod. Ameeni, however, simply bore down even harder, allowing Leonidas to thrust upward as she rotated her hips. She was nearing orgasm again when Leonidas grunted and his mouth opened in a startled "o" shape. Ameeni's body shuddered in pleasure as she felt Leonidas' throbbing. Brisha and I helped Ameeni off of Leonidas' sacred rod. Ameeni was dazed but also still quite aroused. Brisha knelt and buried her head in Ameeni's crotch, gently licking at Ameeni's clitoris. "Oh, yes! Yes, Brisha!" Ameeni cried out, falling to her knees as her orgasm crested. Finally, it was my turn. Brisha and Ameeni gently laid me across Leonidas' body, pillowing my head on his shoulder. I relaxed across Leonidas, spreading my legs to receive the attentions of my two clan-sisters. Brisha dipped her head, spearing her tongue into my slick folds, and I squirmed against my captive bed. I felt Leonidas' breath rasp against my ear as he adjusted to my weight upon him. Ameeni knelt beside me, lowering her head to my nipples. "Oh, oh yes!" I moaned as Ameeni licked and sucked at my breasts. Brisha added a rough tonguing of my clitoris and I began to squirm atop Leonidas, thrusting my hips up at Brisha. "Damn crazy women." I heard Leonidas mutter. "I don't believe they expect me to get it up again." But his sacred rod gave the lie to his words, as I felt the tip of it pushing against my outer thigh. I spread my legs wider as Brisha stabbed her tongue into me, bringing forth more of my juices. I felt Leonidas' body tensing below me as I wriggled and moaned. His arms were flexing against his restraints, but the binding fiber held. "He's ready." I heard Ameeni whisper into my ear as she kissed my neck. Ameeni and Brisha helped me to kneel over Leonidas, and I glanced down at him as Brisha gripped his sacred rod. His eyes were intent as he watched me kneeling over him. Leonidas' sacred rod was thicker than the one that had opened me before the hunt, and as I slid onto it I felt an amazing sensation of fullness. Leonidas, too, seemed to feel something other than what he had felt with my sisters. His eyes glazed over and his mouth fell open as I slowly impaled myself on his sacred rod. "Great Zeus, but you are a tight one!" I heard him groan as his hips thrust up at me. Finally, I had buried Leonidas' sacred rod fully inside me. I sat upon him for a moment, becoming accustomed to this new feeling. As I did so, I noticed that his sacred rod felt very different than the one Althela had used to open me. Where the sacred yew rod had felt hard and unyielding, Leonidas felt hard and flexible all at once. His sacred rod throbbed with a life of it's own as well. The feeling was disconcerting as well as extraordinarily arousing. I began to move upon Leonidas' sacred rod, savoring the feelings as the ridges of his rod stroked places inside me I'd never known existed. Brisha stood behind me, palming my breasts and supporting my body as I moved upon Leonidas, while Ameeni knelt next to us, slowly stroking my clitoris with one finger. "Ahhhhhoooo!" I threw my head back and howled like the wolves of the forest in response to the incredible sensations being aroused in me. Brisha grinned against my neck. "Such pleasure, this is surely a gift from the Goddess and a sign that she is pleased with our hunt and our mating." Brisha whispered to me. I turned my head and kissed Brisha passionately, agreeing with her. I flattened my feet on the ground and began to ride Leonidas with every ounce of strength I possessed, sliding nearly off his sacred rod before slamming myself back down again. "Yes, ride me, you wild bitch!" Leonidas cried out, thrashing in his bonds. I felt myself convulsing in the first throes of orgasm as I thrust myself onto Leonidas again. The muscles in my vagina spasmed and it seemed I could feel every ridge and vein in Leonidas' sacred rod. The feeling of fullness increased and I gave myself up to my orgasm, moaning and grinding my pelvis against Leonidas. "Ggggreat Zeus!" Leonidas moaned, and I felt his sacred rod become even stiffer, then I felt his juices spurting up into me as his rod throbbed. I fell forward onto Leonidas' broad chest as I relaxed, my hair brushing his face. I felt him place a small kiss on my temple before my sisters helped me to sit up and then to stand. My legs were shaking as I looked down at my captive. I'd never dreamed such pleasure existed, and the experience had left me trembling and exhausted. Brisha handed me the cup of honey wine and I took a fortifying sip. The drums began again, this time at a slow tempo, and the tribe danced around our prone captives, a dance of thanks to the Mother Goddess for the night's festivities. Althela was one of the women assigned to guard the captives this night and she came forward to remove Leonidas from his bonds and take him to the corral. Leonidas looked beseechingly at me as he was led away, but I had no kind words for him. He was, after all, simply a captive of the Amazons. If I felt a twinge of sadness for what tomorrow would bring, well, I would never speak of it to anyone. The next day, the captives were brought before the Mother Goddess' altar and made to kneel. The men looked tired but satiated as the guards brought them forth. As they knelt, the men were tightly bound, both hands and feet. The High Priestess chanted in praise of the Mother, and thanked her for giving us four strong men for our mating. As the Priestess chanted of the men's virility in the mating ceremony, the captives were bent backward over the altar. Leonidas attempted to struggle as Kela and Althela positioned him over the altar, but his bindings prevented all but the smallest movements. The High Priestess' chant rose to a shout that was echoed by the tribe and the temple acolytes slashed each captive's throat, anointing the altar with their blood. (Epilogue) Nine months after the mating ceremony Brisha and two other Amazons were delivered of girl children. There were no male children, and thus the Goddess showed her pleasure in us. I, alas, was not blessed by the Goddess. However, there is another hunt this spring, and I can only hope to be chosen as a huntress.