4 comments/ 12523 views/ 1 favorites The Perils of Eronemus By: Oomphal I, Eronemus, hereby set down in my hand the following account of my travels (and travails) in the land of Erkmark. Briefly, Erkmark is a long-settled land which had suffered the fate of many long-standing, decadent polities. In the centuries that preceded this account, the ruling order withered and disappeared to be replaced by a patchwork of local strong bosses, each holding absolute power within the finite limits of the lands upon which each managed to stake out as his own. This account concerns my perils in the territory of the Council of Ten, a matriarchy of female wizards ruling in absolute and despotic power. I had been, at various times in past, a waghalter, bawd, agitator of the masses, scribe, clerk and sage of minor note. I am also ever-interested in the proclivities of enforced nakedness in the company of clothed women. Believing that I was a man of no mean skill and acumen, I dared to cross over into the Council's lands after procuring servants, mounts and supplies for a week-long road journey. Knowing what I know now I am astounded at the extent of my extreme naivety. We crossed into the Council's lands on the afternoon of the first day and were left alone for three days thereafter. We passed rustic farms and villages peopled with folk of a cautious and fearful disposition. By twilight of the fourth day, we were accosted by constructs of burnished pewter bearing cruel weapons of great efficacy. Of my party of retainers, I have since not known what happened. After despoiling us of our mounts and provisions, our captors separated me from my companions and brought me to a looming edifice of ancient basaltic stone. This turned out to be the keep of the Council of Ten. ------------------------------- I found myself in a large, dark cavernous hall. The floor was covered with flagstones of polished, smooth grey stone and the ceiling and far walls could only be guessed at, as I could not see them. It was a bit drafty and cool. I was standing in a space about thirty feet in diameter lit in soft golden light. At the end of my vision was a long banquet table heaped with sumptuous food and drink. So far, I had been treated with kind indifference, seeing only more constructs who locked me up in a plain living suite. I checked out my suite and found a nice washtub and rather dignified-looking clothes in the closet. Seeing these, I lost little time in bathing myself and changing to the rather nice brownish coat and stylish velvet trousers which I could only assume were for me. It was right after I completed my ablutions that my steel captors took me to the hall. Presently, there was a sound of large doors opening and dignified footsteps. At the edge of my vision, I saw that the seats behind the banquet table began to be filled. It was still too dark for me to see with certainty but I could reasonably surmise about more than five and less than ten of them. Even from where I was, I could tell they were all female, and quite lovely to the extreme. Each was done up in elegant style quite different from the other. The one facing me appeared to be a ravishing blonde with a rouged complexion. Her shoulders and upper slopes of her delightfully ample breasts were bare, set-off by the cut of her exquisite gown. The sight of those delicious globes straining against the fabric of her gown stirred my loins and, against my better judgment, turned me on. The one beside her was petite, with coffee-colored skin of sexy smoothness. She appeared to be just as elegantly dressed as her blonde companion and decked with pearls and gemstones. I hurriedly looked away as her eyes caught mine- and I was discomfited to have been caught staring at her shapely breasts and curvy form. I knew I could be in trouble if these (who I could only assume to be those commanding my captors) suspected that I was eyeing them in a vulgar manner. Something disturbed me as her lovely almond-shaped eyes met mine for a brief instant. Was it naked lust I caught in them? Or some hungry longing in her stare- the sort found in a ravening she-wolf just while she toys with her helpless prey. I was in a flat area with nothing but floor space as far as I could see and reach. I felt open, alone and somewhat undressed as I grew conscious of the intensifying scrutiny of my largely silent yet intense female viewers. The silence was only broken by the clink and clatter of glasses and plates as they feasted on the provender laid out before them, as well as the occasional hushed words passed between one woman to another. They were very dignified and I was growing very much disturbed that they were scrutinizing me. Occasionally one would giggle in a girlish manner, which I found delightful. My cock appeared to agree as it would give a twitch every time this happened. Attempting to take charge of the situation, I cleared my throat and broke out in salutation in the Common Tongue, hoping to provoke a positive, if not sympathetic reaction. I was still not clear if I was a captive or a guest, and I was hoping my status was that of the latter. I was disappointed to hear no reaction as they all continued to carry on as if I had not spoken. Only when I attempted to speak again, this time with a tremor in my voice, did a response become manifest. The dark petite one raised her hand with her palm outstretched beckoning me to be silent. I could see her delightful almond-shaped eyes narrow as her brow furrowed giving her an intense pouting expression I found sexy. "Quite an impatient one, this creature." Said the blonde with large breasts. "He'll learn," Said another, who I glimpsed was a stunning redhead, seated at the far end of the table. "Deliver him to me for a week and I'll return him to you naked, tamed and eager to please." This elicited some laughter causing the dark petite to remark, "I thought we agreed to share this one between the ten of us." "I don't think he'll survive that long, given your proven appetites for cock." Laughed another in a tinkling voice off to the side. "Still, he seems awfully small- not robust as the others we've had." Said the blonde. "I guess we can find out what he's made of then." Said the dark petite making what seemed to be a casual gesture with her wrist and fingers. "Alfer stradum nikolegadus- zim!" After pronouncing her last syllables quite forcefully and swiftly, I grew aware of a slight clanking noise, as if made by links of a light metal, coming from above. I looked up and saw two lengths of silvery chain descending slowly. Each length terminated in a fetter that seemed to fit my wrists exactly. I must have been gaping stupidly as the chains moved like they had a life of their own. So much so, that I failed to hear what the dark sexy petite was saying to me until she hissed in displeasure, snapping me back into reality. "I shall not command you again little man-thing." She hissed. "Raise you arms up high and wait for the chains to take your wrists." I could sense the silvered chains hanging quite closely above by now. Somehow, there was movement on the floor near my shoes too, but I could not make out just exactly what it was. I could only gape astoundedly in disbelief as I endured the scrutiny of these women. My heart was pounding and I knew I was I deep trouble. "Very well," Sighed the sharp-witted redhead, the one who threatened to strip and enslave me. Swiftly, she made a motion with her hand, palms-up while muttering something that sounded like, "Glooferz geroom nakhaheem!" At that, both my arms were pushed up by an invisible force. Try as I might, I was helpless to prevent their being forced up above my head and slightly apart, as if I were surrendering to an enemy. As my fingers brushed the links above me, I felt them slip silently onto my wrists with a life of their own. Then, with an ominous metallic click, locked me secure. "Wha-," Was all I could manage, so flustered and bewildered was I as I was magicked against my will. By now, any doubts as to my status before what seemed to be some members of the Council of Ten had long vanished. "Shhh," Beckoned the big breasted blonde smiling widely and muttering her own cantrip while extending a finger as if beckoning to me. I glanced downward, and to my dismay felt my legs being parted on their own. Unable to prevent this, I saw a similar pair of fetters materialize from the floor and click shut trapping both my ankles. I was now standing upright in the center of the airy hall, in the position of a big "X" with my arms and legs outstretched and spread. These were formidable wizards indeed. "Vrennish lagresh." Muttered the dark sexy petite, smiling all the while and licking her full winsome lips as if in anticipation of a delicious meal. At that, the stylish brown coat I had on just disappeared into thin air. I was left in my ruffled white undershirt. "Not bad sister." Said another from the sides. "But I want more flesh. Let's see some skin." At a gesture and whispered cantrip, my undershirt evaporated leaving me bare from the waist up. There were hisses and giggles from my female audience and I could sense what felt like a hot sexual hunger emanating from them. They could now see that I became frantic, struggling impotently to free myself of the shackles. Although it was cool, I was now sweating profusely and my chest, arms and armpits glistened with a slight sheen of lather. To be honest, despite my distress at my present predicament, I was vibrant from head to toe. Some detached part of my brain found this sexy and exciting. My cock couldn't help but agree, stiffening up in its comfortable place between my legs. I briefly glanced down and saw a tell-tale bulge forming at my crotch. As my legs were forced apart, my growing hard-on was only too apparent. Clinically, the blonde appeared to be studying me. "Hmmmm, chest not as big as expected. Given that he's a scribe, I am not surprised. Hairless too. I like his nipples- dark and hard." "You always liked scrawny men, sister." Giggled the redhead. "Ah, but be not too quick to judge this one." Followed the dark petite. "His kind may yet surprise you." She indicated the bulge between my legs and to my dismay, I noted that my cock was now tenting the fabric of my pants, straining to get out from the confining veil of clothing. I felt myself blushing and forming goosebumps on my exposed flesh as they giggled at this discovery. "Please, don't do this." Was all I could manage, begging them for forbearance and mercy. "Oh very well," She answered, and with a gesture, restored my undershirt. I inwardly sighed with relief, perhaps they can be reasoned with after all. Was I wrong. Dead wrong. This appeared to have caused her companions to complain, whereupon with a definitive gesture she intoned, "Kerennish lagreshis garbo!" Her spell ended with her pointing straight between my legs and in a twinkle of an eye, my pants, underwear, socks and shoes evaporated into thin air. Just like that, I was standing with my legs spread wide open and my cock with a burning, glorious erection suddenly stripped for all to see. "Oooh," I involuntarily moaned with shame and a twinge of excitement. Much as I hated it, my cock seemed to love it, hanging naked and free. If anything, my erection grew even bigger as I felt my cock and balls throb with excitement. My rock-hard tool was now pointed forward and slightly up in the direction of my captors. So shocked was I that only when I felt the breeze caressing the bare cheeks of my ass, did the reality of my stripped nudity finally hit me. "Let's get a closer look then, sisters." Smirked the blonde as they stood up and approached. I must have shirked a little as I felt their presence approaching. Up close they looked even more sexy, smelling of musk and pussy. In turn, this excited me more even as I dreaded what was sure to follow. The little petite reached me first, and I could read only vulgar lust in her eyes as she stared intently at my erect penis. Muttering a Word of Power, she touched my shoulder and instantly, I felt the breeze on my arms, chest and back. I stifled a sob knowing that she had just finally stripped me of every last stitch I had on. What was left of my clothes evaporated into thin air. Now, I was displayed stark naked to them. My head began to reel as I seemed to be engulfed in a layer of musky, hot, female flesh. The blonde (who was much taller than I was) began to caress my shoulders, fingers softly trailing across my armpits and ending on my rapidly hardening nipples. Then, she cruelly pinched them, causing me to squirm in my bindings and eliciting laughter at my naked helplessness. While this was going on, the redhead moved beyond my field of vision and I felt her long cool fingertips sliding sensuously across my bare back, down the outline of my spine, past my nude hips and flanks and up once more, across the naked globes of my ass. I was now helpless with delight as my embarrassment at my chained nakedness evaporated into excitement. Sensing perhaps my excitement, the redhead snapped me momentarily out of it by suddenly inserting her fingers into my ass crack, causing me to jump and squirm in my bonds. As I glanced about me, I saw my captors now staring down at my bound, helpless nudity. Without warning, the dark petite reached out and ran the tips of her soft fingers slowly down my abdomen. I felt them journey ever downward, to my stomach, and even lower. I felt them brush the shaved muff of pubic thatch, and although my cock involuntarily moved to meet her touch, she avoided it, caressing my nude outstretched thighs instead. I groaned in anticipation and delight, feeling her sensually glide her fingers across the naked skin of my inner thighs so vulgarly exposed to her attentions. Meeting my eye, she haughtily queried me, "You like it don't you, slut?" She said with a cruel smile. All I could do was numbly nod, again and again as words wouldn't come out of my mouth. Then, without warning, I felt feminine fingers close upon my stiff hot cock. I could only sigh in delighted dismay as my stiffened, throbbing, hot meat was imprisoned in the grip of one of my captors. A raven haired wizard wearing only finely worked golden bracelets and rings had moved up close and now had my poor throbbing cock in her grasp. She was a beauty, with dusky smooth skin all over. In a daze I glimpsed her large, luscious breasts dangling right in front of me, like ripe juicy fruit. In my state of delirium, I had this overpowering urge to tit-fuck her, jamming my swollen cocktip against her dark large nipples which stood out in arousal, smearing them with sticky, hot precum. "Answer her!" She demanded while suddenly squeezing the shaft of my throbbing, hot penis. Yelping in pain, I frantically answered, "Y-yes." I was breathless and shaking, covered in a layer of hot sweat. "Yes Mistress." She intoned, again squeezing my captive naked erection. "Yes Mistress." I repeated, blushing in shame. Somehow with this, it seemed to me that I admitted defeat; that I accepted their suzerainty over my nude person and that I was hereafter to be their sex slave. I felt insignificant, helpless and totally naked to them. "That's better." Whispered the dark petite to me, edging closer. The aroma of her womanly musk was overpowering. I could smell her lust and caught a whiff of sexy cunt juice as she leaned close and savored my helpless struggles in the nude. I was barely conscious of the raven haired wizard murmuring, "Good, very good little man-thing." I could hardly focus as waves of pleasure radiated from my exposed middle. Now, her sexy fingers caressed my smooth, engorged shaft which had stiffened so hard like a bar of white hot steel. I sighed as she tickled my balls, now hanging nakedly for all to see. My balls were now so swollen, and her finger tips only aroused them so much more that they were becoming painful. Rhythmically, she pumped my throbbing hot cock and I didn't realize my nude hips and butt were making unconscious pumping movements of their own, matching her strokes. I knew I was on the verge of cumming and it would be a gusher! "Please," I begged helplessly. "I'm going to cum. I- I can't keep it in." "I'm gonna cummmm." I mumbled breathlessly. Sensing this, she stopped and my captors appeared to move slightly back. They were grinning sardonically, hungrily devouring my bared helpless form with looks that meant me little good. Given a reprieve, I took command of my senses (as much as I could, given my state of naked distraction) and waited for what would come next. I was vibrantly shaking from head to toe, my nude skin hot and sweaty from my naked exertions. From the corner of my vision, I noticed that my captors were now passing around some tiny multi-colored pots and brushes. Then, I felt a soft caress on my nude butt cheeks. I moaned involuntarily at this pleasant sensation, as it seemed like a feather was being moved across the bared globes of my ass. I trembled deliciously and my cock throbbed even more fiercely. "Keep still, little man-thing." Hissed a voice from behind. "We are scribing magicks on your nude posterior." This was followed by laughter and lustful giggles. The big blonde confronted me and knelt directly before me, her gaze at level with my hot, throbbing, erect cock. I trembled with anticipation and sighed again with sheer pleasure as she took hold of the swelling cocktip. I felt her thumb and forefinger around my cocktip, which was so full and reddish like a tiny helmet, smooth and hot to touch. Feeling her attentions and soft touch on my cocktip only made me even more conscious of my state of total nakedness. I could feel her thumb glide over my tiny pisshole at the end of my smoothened cocktip, smearing itself with sticky, hot precum. Sensuously, she began to glide her thumb in tiny, tiny circles, spreading a film of my hot man-syrup before withdrawing it, and sucking her thumb in her full, red lips. "Oooh," I gasped once more, helpless and trembling with shamed delight. "Poor thing." She murmured in mock sympathy, her eyes still inches away from the smoothened helmet of my cocktip. "It's crying. Probably needs its mommy." This elicited more laughter from my female audience who were thoroughly enjoying my nude exhibition. Together with the dark petite and her redhead companion, they began to paint intricate designs on my naked skin- starting below my tummy and moving in circle around my stiff cock and swollen balls. The tickling yet sensuous feel of their tiny brushes with their deft movements were driving me to delirious pleasure. Before long, they had completed what appeared to be a rune-covered grinning devilish face with an outstretched tongue – the latter being my naked stiffened, throbbing cock. At that point, I was dying to cum and trembled uncontrollably with unreleased lust. My captors knew this and drew back admiring their handiwork on my naked skin. I prayed to whatever gods who would listen for a release from this, but I feared there would be no reprieve for me. Just then, I felt the air itself tremble. The dim light around us flickered and died. The darkness was cold and fraught with echoes of shouts, screams and the clash of steel in the distance. I could feel goosebumps form up on my nudity and I shivered with uncertainty and some fright. As suddenly as it left, the light came on allowing me to catch a glimpse of my captors running away towards the banquet table and disappearing into the darkness beyond. Most were screaming orders at some servitors which remained unseen to me. I was then left alone, naked, bound and open. I lost track of time and after what seemed to be an eternity of waiting, I grew conscious of the presence of several persons in the chamber. I caught a glimpse of human forms approaching from where my captors ran off to. I dared to hope this was liberation for me. The Perils of Eronemus Ch. 02 Writer's note: This is a continuation of the further adventures of Eronemus who had just been rescued from his erstwhile captors. In writing this story, I sought to explore themes of light CFNM set within a pseudo-swords and sorcery backdrop. I also suggest bit of suspension of disbelief when reading this story for which I place no claims of profundity. I hope you enjoy it and have a great week ahead of you. Our story continued: As I stepped into the pool of light I was drenched in a painful brilliance that made me squint involuntarily. At the same time, I experienced what seemed to be a blast of coldness as such that existed between the stars. This caused me to hug myself closely to preserve whatever warmth remained on my bare skin. All this passed in a mere instant, and I was transported to another place altogether. The pool of light vanished and I stepped out under the lowering warmth of twilight skies framed by the swaying canopy of jungle giants towering above. Of that space where the pool of light had been, only a scorched circle of burned vegetation remained. Without a doubt I was in a jungle clearing, bounded on all sides by leafy tall trees whose broad-leafed branches spread out profusely, creating a ceiling of verdure a hundred feet high. The air was close, humid and warm- for which I was instantly glad, given my state of undress. Instead of the musty malevolence of basalt slabs from the Tower of the Ten, I found myself breathing in the not-unpleasant scents of fresh loam and verdure. Living sounds of the wood filled the air around us. As I was came to my senses, blinking in confusion, I realized I was in the company of a full dozen Amazons. They were similarly accoutered as my recent rescuers, displaying the same martial bearing. For the most part, they were attractive, athletic women with delightful physiques. I found myself surrounded by stunning (and quite sexy) armed warrioresses who appeared to be scrutinizing me quizzically. A few broke out in open grins and began to question their companions who had I followed through the pool of light. From the rapid exchanges I overheard, I could tell they were recounting the circumstances of my recent rescue. These only served to remind me all too well of my nudity. This, and the fact that both my ass groin still bore the many intricate, multicolored runes scribed upon them by my erstwhile captors. Instinctively, I covered my throbbing staff and balls and contemplated running off to the edge of the clearing find a bush to hide behind. Only the fear of some hidden danger prevented me from doing this. Still, being the subject of much giggling and pointing at my cock somewhat turned me on in some strange way. This only served to restore my erection which was beginning to flag at this point. To my dismay, my engorged tool which I sought to hide from sight was standing straighter and harder than ever. This appears to have not escaped my companions' attention judging from their amused reactions. I blushed and broke out in gooseflesh wishing I could disappear and be somewhere else. Everyone grew silent as their tall leader who had broken my bonds in the hall of The Ten stepped up. "So, Eronemus," She began. "We have heard of you in these parts. To be honest, we were astounded at your temerity in braving the territory of the Council of Ten. We believed you were either incredibly brave or incredibly stupid to have done what you did." "More of the latter I'm afraid, lady." I replied, in a voice tinged with much regret. "I am not a lady of substance and wealth." She pointed out quickly. "I am a huntress and scout- I am called Morg, and I am Suprema of the Moira Clan." I recalled my readings of the folk from this part of Erkmark. These warrior folk were primarily affiliated to a clan, several of which formed a tribe. "Being of the Moira Clan, am I correct in assuming your loyalties are to the Eriennyx Tribe?" I asked cautiously. "I have read that the Eriennyx are renowned warrioresses and peerless scouts to boot." "You are correct." Replied Morg. "You appear to be versed in the lore of our land little scribe." She added, nodding her head. I hoped she was sufficiently impressed. "Still, your reasons for braving the Ten's attention are your own. What is done is done. The point I'm making is that you are now part of our struggle to liberate Old Ermark, whether you like it or not. Your recent capture and marking by the wizards of the council-"Her lips broke into a sardonic grin at the mention of the "marking" of my groin and ass by my erstwhile captors. "-now makes you a fugitive. Henceforth, you shall be hunted by the Council of Ten, as you should know those wizards do not take kindly to being deprived of a tasty morsel such as yourself." I couldn't tell if she was being sarcastic but this provoked the company surrounding me to peals of laughter. Being the object of such attention was not to my liking at all. I hugged my nude limbs to myself and clutched my cock much tighter. Damn, my cock was still hard as a rock. "But all is not lost for you Eronemus." Continued Morg, her bright blue eyes flashing. "We are offering you a way out. We heard you are a sage, clerk and agitator of no mean standing." "Yes, most definitely my la-, er, Morg." I replied swiftly, perhaps a tad too eagerly. "Thus what I propose to you is this: lend your voice to our Resistance and in exchange, we shall keep your tender naked person away from the clutches of those cock-hungry spell users. You are fortunate we arrived at the time we did. Freeing you involved not an inconsiderable sum of wealth and anima -- without factoring in the danger I placed my command when we stole into the Ten's Sanctum. Any later and they would have devoured you and leeched you of your male essence." At this, I saw myself being milked dry by my cock surrounded by man-eating sorceresses. I would slowly fade away and die, my balls withering in cold finality. No, it wasn't a pleasant thought. "I believe they see you as a uniquely-aspected male, whose seed would be mined for much anima: essential for their magicks." Our talk then turned to other matters at hand. "We are in the Forest of Yerras, and we know this place as we have spent most of our lives in its environs." Continued Morg. From the extant maps I studied, I knew I was tens of leagues far to the south of what was Old Ermark, seat of the Council of Ten's power. The land here was considerably warmer- more tropical than temperate, lush with an abundance of exotic flora and fauna. It was also the stronghold of the various tribes of Amazons. It was a combination of locality, independent hardiness and a simple refusal to knuckle under which kept the Amazon tribes free of the Ten's dominion. "The Council has overstretched itself. We feel that the time to strike grows near. To free this land, we will need to unite the other Freeholds throughout Old Ermark. We need a persuasive voice, a learned voice- someone who speaks with conviction, who can inspire others to step from the sidelines and unite under our just cause." Said Morg. "We hope you have what it takes to do this Eronemus." Said a brown-haired Amazon in a studded jerkin of polished leather, concluding Morg's little speech. I later learned that this was Clys, a senior warden in Morg's command. At that point, I felt that this was the best chance I had to stay a step ahead of those cock-hungry viragos we had just left. Ever conscious of the dramatic, I pulled back my shoulders and stood much straighter. With a slight bow and flourish, I then replied with as much conviction as I could muster. "Morg, I shall champion your fight." Unfortunately, the effect was not as impressive as I'd hoped. Given that I was bare-ass naked and sporting a tremendous erection, my cock just as impressively bobbed up and down in time with my dramatic reply. This elicited more laughter from my audience causing me to shield my uncooperative penis as I felt myself turning beet red from embarrassment. "Very well, Eronemus, that will be good enough for now." Managed Morg after repeatedly stifling her giggles. At this, she made a curt gesture and the warband broke into what appeared to be a march column. I was awakened from my reverie by a sharp slap on the cheeks of my bare behind. I started and looked back to see Clys towering over me, grinning from ear to ear. "Middle of the column, little man." She pointed. "B-but what about clothes? At least give me something to cover myself?" I begged. "You feeling cold?" She asked. It was actually nice, close and warm- and my skin reveled in the humidity of the jungle. "Uh, no." I replied. "I just thought that since we were now allies, I didn't have to walk around like this." "You mean without your cock hanging out like that, eh?" She growled. Somehow, I felt she didn't really think very much of me. "Forget it. You heard Morg. She promised to keep your ass away from The Ten, nothing more. Besides, we still can't trust you. The way you're kitted out now, I figure you won't be so anxious to wander off on your own in the nude." So that was it. Until they could trust me, I was little better than a naked tag-along. Realizing this, I slumped my bare shoulders and heaved a great sigh. "Don't worry Eronemus." Said a voice from behind me at the same time I felt a friendly pat on my naked ass cheeks. Angrily, I wished these women stayed off my butt for a change! Looking back I saw that another warrioress approached us while Clys was doing her harangue. This one had light brown hair done up in a cute page-boy cut. She had the prettiest face, with lustrous, big brown eyes and a wonderful pert nose, slightly upturned. I noticed with appreciation her almost boyish curves, tight, firm breasts and a pleasantly rounded ass. Seeing her smile melted away my displeasure as suddenly as it surfaced. I also turned away slightly to shield my cock which I feared was deciding to go stiff on me once more. After all, this girl was hot! "I'm Magda." She said, extending her right hand. I noticed she had small, girlish fingers which were so delightful. "Uhm, yes, I'm Eronemus." I managed, extending my right hand from where it was covering my cock. Swiftly, my left hand took over, covering my throbbing meat. Too late, I realized my right palm was smeared with cum. "I'm so sorry Magda." I stuttered, flustered at seeing the look of surprise in her face as she glanced at her hand and wiped it on her trouser leg. "This isn't turning out to be my day." "No problem, Eronemus." She replied, still smiling good-naturedly. "Clys assigned me to look after you during our march. Don't worry- I'll protect you." Somehow, that reassured me. ----------------------------- We marched for an hour and a half, at an almost leisurely pace. The sun was still on its setting course so there was plenty of light to guide us. Besides, the Amazons certainly knew their way around the Forest of Yerras. The ground was mostly covered in soft yellow-brown lichen which was pleasant to walk on even with my bare feet. The air was warm and close. Although I was surrounded with a profuse multiplicity of fantastic verdure, I felt safe in the company of these armed females who certainly looked like they knew their business. Morg called for a rest break soon thereafter. We were in another clearing with a fresh spring burbling off to the side. While half their number stood watch, the balance of our warband went to refresh themselves. Without much ado, the Amazons began to strip off their arms and armor and washed in the spring. I was treated to the delightful sight of so many naked women. There were so many bobbing boobs, bouncing asses and pretty pussies- all of different sizes and proportions, all very sexy and wet. Magda seemed to have caught me staring so I looked away. I sat on the lichen, crossing my legs and hugging my front. Then she sat beside me on the grass. She smelled nice, of clean sweat mixed with the sexy scent of womanhood. "I saw how you stared at my sisters." She began. "Are you men always like that?" "What do you mean?" I asked. "You're not mad at me, are you?" " Me?" She asked. "Oh no. I just find you men all so funny." "And why is that?" I asked, looking sideways at her. Although I was slightly miffed at her condescending attitude, I relished the sound of her voice, and her smile was absolutely captivating. I loved how the sexy lines of her neck blended into the sleek, creamy skin of her shoulders, her collarbone, her softly heaving chest. "See, there you go again." I heard her say. "What?" I asked. "You men are so distracted. You are such soft and malleable creatures. But that's why I find you so likeable." She said, briefly touching me, her fingers grazing the hairs of my forearm. Somehow, I felt warm inside. I didn't feel so naked, although I was sitting in the nude beside an armed and armored Amazon. One as pretty as Magda. Then, she giggled as she stood up. She offered me a hand up and I took it, not even bothering to cover up anymore. She walked slowly off to the brook which was, by now devoid of any bathers. From afar, I heard Morg call out. "Maggs- get him to clean himself up. I've had just about enough trying to get the sisters focus of march security without laughing to death each time they see his butt." Twisting and glancing swiftly at my naked butt, I looked quizzically at Magda. She pulled out several pads of some dried broad leaves and began tearing these into strips. She passed a few to me and started to explain. "Mix this with water and rub it on your skin where the wizzos made their marks. The paint should rub off after some scrubbing. Just keep at it." "I thought they were magical runes?" I asked, fearing the worst from the incantations I suspected they were. By then, we reached the brook. Magda sat on a nearby upturned log and drank from a water bottle. "Don't kid yourself little man." She chuckled. "They're not magicks. Just trashy nonsense. I could even read them to you if you like. They're in Hovanish runes, which we all learned in the Schola." "Really? So what do the ones on my behind say?" "They read: 'Spank my sexy butt- Please!' "She said, breaking into a giggling fit. "As I feared. And those in my front?" "Suck my dick." This time, she was covering her mouth and giggling like a little girl. "Not in any way magical?" "Nope. Not a chance." Somehow, I couldn't get myself upset at her. In fact, I found her giggling quite a turn on. My cock thought so too. I knew this was a sign for me to get into the water. I kept going until the water reached my thighs and covered my waist. I was hot and hard again! The crushed leaves did produce a bubbly mix that erased the marks on my skin. I decided to work on my groin first, but it was slow going as the runes would not rub off instantly. The slippery jelly flowed over my meat and swollen balls. Even underwater, my fingers kept brushing my stiff tool ensuring that my cock remained good and hard. I could hear Clys ordering Magda to hurry up. The warband was on the move again. "Eronemus, we have to go." Called out Magda, standing up and stretching. Boy, was she ever so sexy when she stretched. "I need more time, Magda." I answered. "I've only halfway done with my front and haven't started on my rear yet." "Well, let me do your rear while you finish up on your front." She answered. "Warden Clys says we're moving out in five." When I didn't respond she called again, this time with a hint of menace in her voice. "C'mon Eronemus. Get your ass here NOW!" I sighed. I hoped I would be spared any further feminine attention while I was in waist-deep water. It seemed this was not to be. I waded back to my impatient companion, waiting on the shore, who had lathered her hands in the meantime. "Move it man, I don't want to go out there and get myself wet!" Here goes, I thought. The water was at my belly, then my hips. Now my pubic hair was showing, dripping wet. "Get here now Eronemus!" Then the water was below my thighs and my rigid hot cock, stiff as a metal bar was swinging free in the air. I kept my jelly-covered hands in front of it, but I could sense Magda staring straight at that spot with much more than just a wee bit of curiosity. As I approached her, it seemed she wanted to say something, took a look at my raging hard-on, and perhaps, thinking the better of it, just shook her head. "Alright, now turn your back to me and bend over." I did, displaying my naked ass cheeks to her. "Keep working on your front while I get this paint off your butt." She commanded as she began to scrub my behind. Her soft fingers gliding across the nude globes of my exposed posterior felt so good. I was getting even hotter, and a delicious shiver ran up my spine. I felt so exposed, so open, so naked, to this sexy Amazon, who was rubbing her hands again and again over my ass. "Ooooh," I said, as I gave in to a delightfully breathless moan of pleasure. "Ummmhhhh". "You remind of a petty Pefft." I heard Magda say through the throbbing in my ears and cock. "A- a what?" I answered thickly. I tried hard to concentrate on what she was saying- but the feel of her soft fingers making ever-so-smooth circles on my upturned ass was making this well-nigh impossible. I could feel the nearness of her and the heat of her delightfully soft, smooth skin. "From where I come from, when a man is recalcitrant or insubordinate, he is hauled before a magistrate who declares him a Pefft." She answered. "Uumph." Was what I managed to say. "Then he is brought to the community circle and publicly stripped nude. He is shaved smooth and then dyed a shade of pale chartreuse. Then, he is compelled to regularly imbibe admixture of extract of Eye of Lamia and Bellwort teas for every day he must serve his punishment. This substance serves to fortify him such that his penis becomes hard and stiff and his balls swollen like those of a bull. "Much like yours right now, if I might say so." "Urgh." I said, as I felt her fingertips venture into my ass crack and linger there for a brief spell. "The Pefft is then expected to continue with his daily labors in the nude while in that state of perpetual enforced erection as a warning to others who would attempt similar infractions." I kept wishing she would never get my behind all cleaned up as I loved the feel of her hands gliding across and cupping my bared butt cheeks. Even this, though, had to end sometime. "There Eronemus, we're done." I straightened up and twisted around to admire her handiwork. Both my ass cheeks were spotless. "Uh, thanks so much Magda." I said, quite unable to meet her gaze. "Nice of you to help me out." I mumbled still keeping my hands in front of my throbbing cock. It occurred to me I hadn't had a chance to shoot my wad even before we escaped from the Ten. I could feel beads of precum dribbling out of my bulbous cock-tip which was smooth, reddish and hot to touch. I really needed to shoot off some steam, both figuratively and literally. "No problem, that's what I'm here for Eronemus. Now let's go rejoin the others." She seemed to look down at my groin and then looked me in the eye again. "You still remind me of a petty Pefft Eronemus." ---------------------- As it got even darker in the jungle floor, the warband's march column bunched closer for security. I lost track of Magda who was ordered up front to join the scouts. In the gathering darkness, I grew conscious of the many alien sights and sounds of the forbidding foliage around us. I was only dimly aware of the warrioresses both front and back of me, marching on and on in the deepening gloom. The Perils of Eronemus Ch. 02 Unused as I was to the deepening verdure gloom, I stumbled not infrequently as I sought to keep up with my companions. Once in a while, I would feel clammy hands groping my ass in the darkness. Sometimes, the Amazon in front of me would seem to stop suddenly causing me to bump into her, my still-stiff cock playing right into her fingers. I lost track of the number of times my meat was playfully squeezed in the dark, as I backed off; only to feel my ass being groped again. All this served to leave me distracted and horny as we stopped yet again for another rest break. It was nearing total darkness now and there was very little to see as we were under a jungle canopy that stretched far above us like a trellis of green. I must have wandered off a little distance away from the warband as I found myself near some very tall plants festooned with the most enticing purple and red blossoms. The sight of these exotic flowers the size of my two outstretched palms beckoned me closer. In the gloom, I noted that these were attached to some thick, ropey, fleshy stems sprouting from the ground. These stems grew past my head and were quite thickly sown around here, even to the extent of covering the trunks of nearby trees, like so many fat snakes. Several melon-like fruit also sprouted from these growths, resembling so many large, fat, spongy pumpkins. Whether it was a trick of the light and shade or something else altogether, I cannot truly remember now. It seemed that the nearest flowers opened up to their full extent and their centers softly kaleidoscoping in a most mesmerizing manner before my astonished I eyes. As I padded closer, I could sense slight movement from the vines and tendrils about, but I could not tear my eyes from the pulsating blossom before me. A most familiar scent wafted up to me in the close, humid jungle air. I could have sworn I smelled pussy and sex from a woman in heat. But from where, I wondered. I only came to my senses upon hearing a scream of distress. I was alarmed to discover it was I who gave voice to it. In a mere instant, I was surrounded by battle-ready Amazons who dashed forth, bristling with unsheathed weapons- ready to do combat in a moment's notice. Unfortunately, I was stuck in place, almost touching the nearest stem-festooned hardwood tree. My legs were slightly spread apart and something was holding on to my groin in a massively tight grip. Shuddering with fright, I looked down and saw one of the heavier, fat, spongy fruits stuck to my middle. It seemed that the pumpkin-like growth (the size of a light medicine ball) appeared to have sprouted a mouth with thick soft lips- a mouth which, to my shock opened and swallowed my naked cock. I tried to pull away hurriedly- but the fruit only clamped its lips tighter. I gasped in fright and frantically tried to extricate my cock, to no avail. I could feel my captive sex and balls smothered within a warm, moist sack. Although I was not in pain, I was near the state of panic- the thing practically swallowed my cock and balls and held me tight. It would not let go! "Help me!" I called out in fear, frantic by now. After their initial state of alarm, my companions appeared to have settled down. There was a lot of whispering and gestures, and a few pointed at the mouth which held my penis in its mushy grip. Presently, Morg pushed her way to the front and nodded knowingly. She didn't seem that much worried as I was. But then again, it wasn't her dick (assuming she had one in the first place) in the sack! "Of all the stupid-" Sputtered Clys from out of my line of vision. "It's a Pussy Plant." Remarked Morg. "A-a what?" I stuttered. I was breaking out in gooseflesh and sweating copiously. My dick wasn't as hard as it was, being actually ensconced in a warm, juicy place -- but I was alarmed that the mouth of that thing might take it upon itself to bite harder. I was totally and neatly screwed if that happened. I felt Morg's strong grip on my bare shoulders. A few of the warioresses were telling me to calm down (which I found extremely difficult, given my predicament). I could feel my balls pulsing within the Pussy Plant, which, I could almost swear, was beating to the rhythm of my pulsing cock and balls. "A Pussy Plant, Eronemus." Explained an Amazon who I didn't know. "All our menfolk are taught from childhood to avoid the blossoms as they tend to catch you off guard. And most of all, we teach them to keep their nuts away from the fruit." "Otherwise, they get their balls caught in a sack." Finished Clys who chuckled evilly. The others broke into grins but I didn't share in their humor. "Cut the fruit open?" I asked. "Nope." Answered Morg. "It'll just snap shut and then, you know—" She finished by miming something being forcibly cut off. Noooooo! Screamed a voice in my head. I felt my asshole pucker shut with fear. "What do I do then?" I asked frantically. "It's a Pussy Plant." Said Clys. "You'll have to hump it." I just stood there, with my cock and balls caught in a vice, blinking stupidly at her. "What she means is you'll have to fuck your way out." Explained Morg. "Hump it like it was a real pussy; squirt some cum and it will relax its grip without damaging your meat. Then we can pull you clear." "Even you can manage that, right Eronemus?" Smirked Clys. I dearly hoped the forest grew Penis Plants and zapped the bitch where the sun didn't shine. At that, the warrioresses encircled me and began to instruct me on what to do. It was pretty simple and I already worked it out way before they finished their little lecture. I then realized that I was holding my breath and everyone else was hushed up. Only the sound of the night breeze ruffling the leaves and branches, and the cries of jungle fauna could be heard. I was heated up and confronted once more by my state of trapped, helpless nudity; the sole object of attention in a circle of waiting women. Some of them actually looked curious and bemused. I would have found the attention lavished upon my naked efforts quite intriguing in another time. Now, what would have been merely ridiculous wasn't funny anymore, given the danger posed to my captive cock. Ever so conscious of the attention on my bare-assed performance, I wrapped my trembling fingers around the spongy, sack-like gourd which swallowed my sex. Gently at first I began to rock to and fro, backward and forward. I felt the fruit stir but it did not loosen its grip. My cock was wrapped snugly as ever, in a spongy, moist, warm envelopment. Then, I felt soft fingers stroking my bare shoulders. I sensed Magda who had, in the meantime, stepped closer, unseen at first. The feel of her smooth, warm skin on mine brought on a vibrant tingle. Her delightful, womanly warmth was most reassuring. "It's going to be all right Eronemus." She whispered sensually near my ear. "Just hump it gently." "Maggs?" I called out. "Right here Eronemus." She answered, softly gliding her two fingers over the bare skin of my forearm. My skin was supersensitive to her touch. "You can do it." She breathed sensuously in my ear. "I know you can. I've seen that cock of yours and I know you've got what it takes to get free." Then, I felt the thrilling touch of her fingertips across my bare back, tracing the outline of my spine, following the swelling of my hips. I was getting turned on- and my cock stood up straighter within the confining sack of the gourd. I could swear the plant sensed this too. I sighed with pleasure as she caressed me, her hands wandering even lower. Now her hot fingertips were caressing the nude globes of my ass-cheeks. I was breathless as I felt her fingertips gliding in and out of my butt crack. "Oh Maggs." I sighed, beyond caring that the warband was witnessing me at a most intimate moment. Never had I felt so truly naked to them as I was right now. "It's all right Eronemus." She breathed hotly beside me. My erection was bigger than ever, hotter than ever; my cock stiff as a lance. My balls were pulsing to the beat of my racing heart. "That's it." She said, ever so sexy and alluring. I grunted with passion and began to truly fuck the thing that imprisoned me. "Good, Eronemus, very good." I was hot- so very hot, sweaty and turned on. My nude hips began to move with my thighs as I pumped the gourd I held in my hands. I was so conscious of the yielding, sticky warmth imprisoning my throbbing, erect cock. I heard slurping, slopping noises as my rigid, hot tool fucked the Pussy Plant; now I had no doubts as to why they named it like that. "That's it, hump it some more Eronemus- give it all you got." I could feel the burning pleasure building up in my cock and balls. Then I grew aware of Magda's strong, young fingers gripping my nude buns, squeezing them gently in time to the beat of my strokes. Feeling her kneading my ass cheeks made me realize I had nothing left to hide from this vibrant, sexy woman. I was exposed completely naked to her, inside and out. My raging hard-on was now straining at maximum force. I kept pumping and humping hotly, my cock sliding in and out of its slippery sheath- almost free! "Now cum, Eronemus." Breathed my dearest Magda. I must have moaned with passion and heat- delirious to the point of cumming. "Cum, now." "Cum." At that, I felt the pressure building up to the point of no return in my swollen balls. I grunted once more in sheer, horny delight- then without warning, spurted my sticky, hot cum. "That's it!" Yelled Morg, whom I heard distantly, so caught up was I in the throes of a massive orgasm I was powerless to prevent. I felt strong hands grip my shoulders and hips as I was pulled off and away from the plant. Dimly, I was conscious that my cock, so long ensconced it its slippery, warm prison popped out, free at last. I was pulled away, my nude hips still making pumping motions in the air. "You can stop now Eronemus." Said Magda. But it couldn't just shut it off. I finally came, and it was in a hot, gushing release. Gobs of the slippery, warm milk of my manhood continued to shoot out of my cock and I must have spurted about thrice more before it slowed down to a trickle of cum. I was all flushed, burning and lathered; cock still a-tingle. In a post-orgasm daze, I grew aware of the cheers of the warrioresses. To their credit, they looked relieved I was free. As Magda stepped up to me, I saw that she was sweating profusely as well. Her homespun shirt didn't do much to hide her nipples which were aroused and stiff. I could see she was almost just as flushed as I seemed to be. I kept wondering whether she had cum too. Without further ado, she looked me straight in the eye and kissed me on the forehead. "You did it, Eronemus. You're free." To be continued... The Perils of Eronemus Ch. 03 Writer's note: This is the third installment of the events concerning Eronemus. I endeavored to inject more information on the fantasy world in which he lives in as well as to build on existing themes. Hope you all enjoy it. Our story continued: It was a massive, heavy chunk of black stone, shot with veins of scintillating crystals. Arcane runes crawled across the pebbled, flecked surface giving it both an eldritch and quietly menacing appearance. An expanse of empty, reddish sand, about five paces across surrounded it. Somehow, I felt uneasy about approaching this stretch of empty, dead ground. "It's a Void Henge, isn't it?" I queried Magda, turning away from the ebony slab, looking up to her face. "Yes," she replied, her eyes meeting mine. "You really know quite a lot about our lore. I can see that you can be useful to our cause." "I read about these before," I continued, my hand making a sweeping motion indicating the quiescent hunk of carved rock. "Your sorcerers- er, mages," I corrected myself, struggling to find the right words, "preserved the lore of the races that came before. Then, they improved on the magicks used here." "Correct again," answered Magda, her lips curling into a slight smile, her eyes dancing briefly. "The Hovanish were formidable mages. Even if most of their lore vanished with their passing, our Priestess-Magi have been ever at work preserving and refining the knowledge that remained." Briefly, we paused, staring at the tall female soldiery filing past. They were clad in mail, bearing large convex shields, covering them from chin to shin. Their wicked-looking spears were tipped in sharp killing points, shod in burnished steel. They tromped audibly around the bend with the clash of metal and creaking of leather that smelled of horses and sweat. However, I was only too aware of how the last one stared me down under lidded eyes. The Amazon threw me a glance and arched an eyebrow, looking me from head to toe as she marched past me. There was a hard set in her chin as her lips drooped down disdainfully. At that moment, I felt very far from home. I was very much alone in a strange land. "Eronemus, you must never, ever forget that we are at war," Magda emphasized, snapping me out of my reverie. "My sisters and I live every day to defend our lives, our loves and our homes against the rapacious greed of the Council of Ten." She practically spat out her last words, as if trying to rid herself of a mouthful of distastefulness. "Those sisters of mine stand ready to fight every incursion of the enemy," she indicated with her chin the departed patrol, speaking somewhat a little bit too forcefully. She drew herself up to full height, gesturing indicating the nearby menacing hunk of rune-crusted stone. "Take these Void Henges- they serve as sentinels, protecting our stronghold with their magicks." "Ah," I exclaimed, eyes widening as I came upon a realization. "These Void Henges prevent the sorceresses of the Council of Ten from launching attacks from portals through space- much like the portal Morg used to gain entry into their keep when you rescued me. But how then was Morg's warband able to deploy a portal into the Council's hall? Surely the sorceresses' defenses would have been formidable." Magda just smiled again and looked at me under narrowing brown eyes that twinkled playfully. I smiled back, thinking how wonderful she looked when she did that to me. "We too have our secrets, little scribe." She said as seriously and earnestly as she could manage, as her smile faded. Judging from her tone, I felt she was not inclined to discuss this any further so I left it at that. I knew that the Amazons of the Moira were keeping the Council of Ten at bay. A stalemate was now in effect, as the Council could only launch incursions by physically moving their forces overland; and the Amazons were undisputed mistresses of their own territory. Neither side could, at this point, bring the fight decisively over to the enemy, thereby ending the war. Suddenly, I sensed Magda tense and stand straighter. I looked left and saw a broad-shouldered, chunky looking Amazon trudging up to us. Her angular cheeks were, as usual, sagging in a perpetual frown. Her cold greenish eyes that met mine were glazed over. "Salutations, Clys," said Magda in a very flat tone, so unlike the one she used when we were just conversing. "Salutations, Sister," answered Clys in her bored drawl. Then, I saw Clys' eyes widen and she grew flushed, vigorously indicating some people who were marching towards the cleared space of the Void Henge. A trio of Amazons, garbed in short pastel-colored shifts and belted at the waist was nearing us. Even this far, I admired their trim agile legs, so enticingly shown off by their short skirts. They were so short that I could almost catch a glimpse of delightful butt dimple peeking through as they strode closer. Their arms were bare to the shoulder, and my eyes followed their breasts jangling delightfully under their brief garments. They were indeed splendid women in these lands! "Take a look the one behind them, little scribe," drawled Clys icily. She was studying me under beetling brows, seeing how I frankly admired the approaching Amazons. "Take a real good look." The last of the approaching file of Amazons was leading a fourth person, and I saw it was a man. He was stark naked, shaved smooth and bald as an egg. His bare skin was dyed a shade of faded pink from the crown of his shaved pate to his bare feet. Even from here, I could see his cock and balls were burning in a state of extreme excitement, and that they were imprisoned in the grip of the Amazon leading him on. As he was led forward, he grimaced and gasped for breath. He was lean and athletic, moving in a strange waddling gait as when a man is forced to walk with his legs spread apart. His captor who maintained a tight grip on his cock was using this to lead him forward to the Void Henge. "Uhm, a-ah, Pefft?" I asked aloud, a trifle uncertainly. "Yes, Eronemus," answered Magda looking at me significantly straight in the eye. "That's a Pefft." The trio led their waddling naked captive across the dead ground surrounding the rune-covered chunk of rock. After being coaxed and prodded, he was made to kneel in front of it, legs and knees spread apart, arms raised and bent backwards with his hands at the back of his head. "I wanna take a closer look." Said Clys, walking off without waiting for us. Magda and I followed. I could hear her breathing heavily. "What is it?" I asked, but she did not reply. Instead, she was staring intently at what was going on. Moving sideways to get a better look, I saw that the four were joined by yet another woman who had approached from the other side of the Void Henge, thus earlier escaping our view. She was taller than the others, her platinum blonde hair cropped short to a fuzzy growth. She was clad in a scintillating robe covered with pastel designs. She wore a torc of beaten brass studded with scarlet and greenish gemstones around her ivory neck. Clutched in her delicate hands was a chalice of worked brass, inlaid with intricate script. All the Amazons, including Magda and Clys bowed in respect. The tall berobed woman stopped before the naked kneeling Pefft. She glanced at me and I felt the cool stare from her eyes of a deepest lustrous blue. Her brow furrowed slightly as she squinted at me. I began to squeeze my fingers together and my palms felt sweaty. Under her scrutiny, I felt just as undressed as the Pefft kneeling before her. "Bow to the Priestess-Mage, Eronemus," whispered Magda urgently. I went down on one knee and bowed, my left hand placed forward, palm up. I recalled a formal greeting from the old scriptures and blurted it out, hoping it came out correctly. "Lorannis vronis est. Kelabennis valomft." "Sharompt," answered the Priestess-Mage, meaning 'Up' in the same almost-dead language predating the Common Tongue. I stood and deliberately avoided staring her at the face. I saw that she had already turned her back and was facing down at the Pefft. She handed the chalice to the nearest Amazon who knelt in front of the abased shaved nude. His monstrous throbbing erection and throbbing balls were almost painful to look at. I could see he was lathered in sweat and was breathlessly gasping from the mouth. His eyes were shut and at irregular intervals, a keening, moaning sigh would erupt from his pinched lips. Another Amazon held the chalice right in front of the Pefft's erect penis. Then, both hands of his handler shot down suddenly, her fingers gripping the standing, throbbing cock displayed lewdly before her. A high-pitched gasp torn from the trembling Pefft was the only sound that broke the hushed silence. Almost lovingly, the Amazon changed grip, gently stroking the Pefft's stiffened nude shaft. I saw the man arch his back in pleasure. His bare buns now bunched up and jerked to and fro as his hips made urgent pumping motions. She began to stroke his captive standing cock. The Pefft was now breathing harshly, groaning with suppressed desire. She stroked him faster and faster and his sweaty, naked exertions got more urgent. My ego was appalled by their treatment of a fellow male, but deny it as I would, something in a dark, hidden recess of my being envied the shamed ecstacy which was surely being provoked in this Pefft who was baring all to his captors. The kneeling nude bunched up and suddenly uttered a grunting sigh as the Amazon's fingers continued to slide smoothly across the surface of his burning, hard tool. Not long after, he ejaculated passionately. Gobs of thick milky cum began to spurt from his engorged cocktip, to be caught deftly into the chalice held by the nearby Amazon. I recalled that these Peffts were fed on an infusion of rare components made into some sort of tea to keep them hard. This one was kept in a state of extreme sexual excitement for gods only know how long before being milked this day. Eventually, the Pefft spurted himself dry, with the Amazons collecting his hot man-milk in the chalice which was handed to the Priestess-Mage. As the spent nude sagged in the dirt, I saw his shoulders slump and heard him utter a low, sobbing sigh. I could see that his throbbing cock which was undoubtedly hot and sweaty was still stiff as a metal rod. No telling how long he would have to stay in such a state of extreme agitation. The Priestess-Mage turned away and approached the rune-covered stone. Murmuring incomprehensively and making complex gestures with her left hand, she emptied the contents of the chalice onto the slab of rock. I stood unbelievingly to see how the porous, dark surface of the Void Henge drank up every last drop of man-seed poured upon it. "Quite a show, huh Eronemus?" Quipped Clys grinning at me and showing off all her teeth. "Maybe you'd wanna take his place over there now? Serve the stronghold with your sperm and offer us a laugh at the same time." She chuckled with a brittle irritating edge. I could sense Magda tensing beside me, and her normally warm pretty face had hardened with cruel lines. Her eyes narrowed and I saw her hand go for her sword hilt at her side. "I , uh don't think so Clys," I answered, mustering as much courage as I could. As I spoke, I moved swiftly between Magda and Clys, gesturing with my outstretched palm at Magda. "No need for that Maggs." I whispered out of the corner of my mouth hoping only she would hear me. Thankfully, I felt her freeze and then make one long exhalation as Clys turned her back on us and slowly walked away. I saw that with her back turned, it would have been so easy just to sink some steel between her shoulder blades and end this. In the City State of Kai where I lived, this would have been acceptable- but this was apparently not the Amazon way. Absently, the fingers of my right hand found the grip of a short sword hanging from my belt. I had forgotten about that. ------------------------------------ After my encounter with the Pussy Plant in the Forest of Yerras, my companions from Suprema Morg's warband and I spent a peaceful evening camping under the trees. We awakened refreshed early the next day and I was overjoyed to receive a full change of travelling clothes and a short sword from the spare supplies carried by the troop. Now, I felt more as an accepted ally and less like a naked curiosity. As we prepared to depart, Clys passed in front of me and I felt my hand on the grip of my sword contemplating thoughts of murder. Yet, reason won out this time. I considered myself lucky. Barely three days ago, I had no idea that I would get caught up between two deadly warring female factions who were earnestly bent at exterminating the one another. I wasn't anxious to be part of this war and I wanted out of it. Unfortunately, that option was presently foreclosed to me and my home city of Kai was far, far away to the West. Seeing how men were treated here in Old Erkmark and Yerras, I considered myself lucky to be treated as a "valued" ally. From what I have seen, I could easily end up stripped naked, shaved and used as a source of liquid magical anima- milked regularly and kept erect and hot as much as it suited my captors' needs. I had to find a way to get out of here and back to Kai at the earliest opportunity, and yet, as much as I yearned to escape, I could not deny that irrational delicious yearning for more. Never before in my wildest dreams were the desires I always sought to keep hidden and suppressed given full reign as in my recent experiences of captivity and bondage. My rational mind convinced me to escape but something deep, dark and deliciously sensuous seemed to be holding me back. There was also Magda, my pretty, pretty Amazon warrioress. Our journey through a world of exotic greenery took us another three days. Gradually, the lush islands of verdure gave way to cleared spaces, many of which were now planted with food bearing crops. We came upon a dirt road on the second day out and followed it. I caught glimpses of palisade-ringed villages but we never stopped in any of them. One the morning of the third day, we ran into heavily-armed patrols, some mounted on a curious species of horse covered in hair and sporting an orange and bluish-striped coloration. These were all Amazons of the Moira who saluted Morg and their sisters in arms. Eventually, we arrived at a stockaded settlement, the largest I had yet seen in these parts, which turned out to be the stronghold of the Moira clan. Any expectations of rest were drowned out in continuing cycles of frenetic activity in the days that followed. The stronghold was a hive of disciplined routine with the women giving orders and carrying into effect a regime geared towards winning a war. It was almost a twisted opposite of my accustomed life in bustling Kai, with its shops, universities, libraries and emporium. Here, a regular routine of work, preparation and still more work prevailed every day. I saw how even young females were sent to the Schola to train as warrioresses, apprentice priestesses, magi or administrators. Men were relegated to more mundane everyday tasks that kept the community functioning as a whole. Yet it seemed to work smoothly, everyone was fed, clothed and, to my mind, reasonably content. I did not see Magda during these times as I assumed she was pulling duty with her unit somewhere in the stronghold. Neither did I get to see the Suprema Morg any much more, as I was mostly left by myself in the small but clean apartments provided to me in a place where single, valued male workers were quartered. I took the time to read up and study the texts which were allowed me (albeit reluctantly) and start on a journal of my strange experiences to date. --------------------------------- Just as suddenly, I was summoned to a council one morning by an Amazon officer, armed and accoutered for war. I was led through the busy streets and admitted into a citadel of rugged, grey stone pierced with narrow high windows and banded hardwood doors. I reflected that this was the first time I came to this part of town and later learned that this was where the Suprema liked to hold office. I found myself in a long chamber dominated by a long trestle table spanning most of its length. It was bright and airy as the shades were drawn back. One length of stony wall was covered with maps and charts with squiggly markings of various colors. Seated along the table were Amazons, some of whom I recognized from Morg's warband. About half were armed and armored while the other half were clad in rather severe-colored dresses decked with pendants of fanciful design. I saw Magda seated to one side. Our eyes met and she gave me a warm, shy smile. This seemed to still any trepidation I was feeling at the moment. Morg sat at the center, presiding over what appeared to be an ongoing discussion of great importance. I looked around for a seat but finding none (and receiving no invitation to be seated) remained standing and tried to look patient as I waited to be acknowledged. "It is that simple, Suprema," pointed out a serious-looking woman of middle age. "We need the friendship of the Avendaas Confederation to break the stalemate at the front. Now is the best time as their clan leaders are gathered together in Haldrenfast for the conclave." "I'm not arguing against your reasoning Safira," replied Morg, waving absently as she spoke. "Bringing the Avendaas on our side will be a formidable factor to aid us, and enhance our prestige in the mother tribe. But we cannot spare the women and resources for a large embassy to travel to Haldrenfast. Fighting is desperate at the front and our tribal sisters of the Errienyx need every warrioress at our disposal." Racking my brains, I stove to recall what I knew about the subject at hand. I recalled that Morg's mother tribe, the Errienyx, was neighbor to a similar tribe of Amazons called the Avendaas Confederation. The latter was organized in the same lines as the Errienyx and their sub-clan, the Moiras. They also had a Grand Suprema who lorded it over lesser clan Supremas just as in Morg's case. Apparently, the Avendaas were sitting on the fence posts, holding off whether or not to join up in the fight against the Council of Ten. "We've sent feelers and embassies before, Morg," pointed out a nearby Amazon warrioress. "Yannessa, their High Suprema does not seem convinced it's the best thing for them to side with us against the Council of Ten." "Thuriya damn them all," muttered another warrioress nearby. "So they won't listen and we can't spare the women to send another embassy to Haldrenfast." I later learned that Haldrenfast was the closest thing to a capital the Avendaas Confederation had. "But we need to try again!" said the one called Safira, this time even more forcefully. "Now is the best time to plead our cause as all the Supremas are in one place. We'll never get a chance like this again."I could see this was degenerating into a shouting match. "Uh, if I may make a sug-suggestion ladies?" I said, trying to get their attention. I was shouted down initially but Morg prevailed upon the council to listen to me, even if they seemed skeptical of some male advise. "Why not send a smaller delegation to meet and explain, rationally and cogently what our talking points are?" I suggested. "Surely a smaller party with the right amount of security can get through safely and make your points known to the Avendaas?" "And who, pray tell would be able to successfully argue our case when all have failed in the past?" Demanded one of the officers in a loud voice, glaring at me for my upstart suggestion. "I believe I can, ma'am," I ventured as firmly as I could. "I am Eronemus, a scribe and orator from the City State of Kai. I apprenticed under various advocates of note and I hereby request the honor of volunteering to accompany a delegation of emissaries to plead our case to the High Suprema of the Avendaas." The Perils of Eronemus I heard the clank of metal and leather, smelling burlap, grass and sweat. Woman sweat to be exact. There were then five of them, all martially armed, in studded leather jerkins and each in several mismatched articles of armor but skillfully worn and carried. They were stunning and tanned, their lean bodies and smooth skin a pleasure to behold. I recall coming upon an account of Amazons, rebels who fought against the Council of Ten in my readings before I foolishly decided to come here to this land. "Please help me." I begged, unable to meet their eyes and feeling the weight of their attention on my nudity. Again I was only all too conscious of my shamed state of undress. Bad enough for me to be displayed stark naked to these women (who were complete strangers to me) but worse was to have my erect cock and swollen balls vulgarly displayed for them to see. The nearest ones covered their mouths with their hands and giggled like little girls, pointing at my stiffened penis, standing and open in plain view. "You are Eronemus?" One of them asked. She appeared to be in charge and was clad in form-fitting leather garments which flattered her supple figure. "Yes." I replied breathlessly. "Please get me out of here." With a gesture she silenced me and muttered, "He's the one alright," at her companions who appeared distracted and amused at the naked sight I presented. "We go then." Said the leader authoritatively. Whereupon she pulled out a tiny sack of powder tied off with a loop of silver wire. Loosening the loop she approached me and reached up to spread the powder on each of the fetters binding my wrists. From where I was I could only see how smooth the skin of her armpits and arms were, taking in her musky smell of clean womanly sweat. She then bent over and applied an equal dose of powder on both fetters binding my left and right ankles. Again from where I was, I could not help but be treated to the sight of her heavy delightful tits bared to the nipple as she bent in front of me. Her nipples were pinkish red and seemed like cherries ripe for sucking. This only added fire to my already hyper-engorged cock and I moaned in painful pleasure. She then looked up and to her surprise found the smooth helmet of my leaking cocktip pointed straight at her. She then smiled and turned my cock aside muttering, "Down, big boy." This elicited more giggles and laughter from her troop and sent a delicious shiver of shamed pleasure up my spine. I was dying to cum. The leader stood up and snapped her fingers once. The sound was so sudden like a gunshot in the silent hall. Suddenly, there was a tinkling sound and my bonds crumbled to black useless powder. So sudden was this that I only realized I was free when my hands brushed my bare flanks as I sought to bring some circulation back to my stiff, sore limbs. Being freed caused me to look back to see that both cheeks of my naked ass were covered with intricate designs and runes, much like those around my cock. I also saw that my saviors who were standing behind me, continued to stare with amusement at my painted nakedness. Conscious of my nudity, I covered my ass with my right hand, palm outstretched, while trying to cover my cock and balls with my left. This was rather useless as my cock was so erect and engorged while my balls so swollen that my female liberators could easily see beyond, even with my palm outstretched and clasping them. All that gained me were splotches of hot, stick precum smeared on my palm as my hand brushed the smoothened helmet of my cocktip. "No time for that now." Said the leader, sparing me a swift glance and pointing beyond the banquet table. I noticed for the first time a shimmering circular surface at the spot she indicated. Ghostly images of trees and grass waved within the circular pool of light. "Besides, we've seen all of you already. Lucky for you we got here before they could continue. The Council is merciless to Amazon prisoners but consider men like you a delicacy to be savored and consumed." With that, she whirled and sprinted for the circle of light. As a group her troopmates followed, the last motioning me to keep close. One by one, each of them vanished as she stepped into the light. The images flickered on and off in the middle of the pool. I didn't know where this led but I felt any place was better than here. I hoped what I felt turned out to be right. As the last Amazon vanished into the circle, I took a deep breath and jumped.