The Fall of the Amazons
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by Declan Brand
Category: Erotica/BDSM Erotica
Description: The Amazon women had their men, but they were pale imitations compared with those who invaded and conquered them! These were real men, as the captured women soon found out! Princess Althea at first fought her bonds and her slavery but learned, under the whip and the iron control of the Prince who had her in his thrall, that there were many advantages in being a slave - not least the intense sexual thrill of true submission! The women, one by one, give way to the overwhelming will of the invaders, knowing their whips and crops will be used if they do not obey!
eBook Publisher: Fiction4All/FetishWorld,
eBookwise Release Date: May 2012
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [143 KB]
Reading time: 87-123 min.
Mikael hummed to himself as he carefully tied a knot, making sure it was quite tight.
He'd been working at his task for quite a long time--precision was important. "Almost done," he remarked as he picked up another length of silken cord--the last he had laid out for his task. He gathered a tiny cluster of hairs, braided them roughly and looped the cord around them. "Now I just have to tighten this and..."
His work was interrupted by a loud knock on the door. "Captain!" A voice called. "Sir..."
Mikael turned toward the door, unhappy at the interruption. "One moment, my dear." He patted the tanned flesh laid before him. "I'll be right back," he stood in one easy motion and stepped away from the last piece of cord.
Mikael was a tall, powerful man--broad shouldered and barrel chested--but despite his obvious strength, he moved with the grace of a dancer--or a master swordsman--which he was.
"You knew I was involved with some delicate work." He glared at the messenger standing nervously in front of the opened door. "This had better be important."
"Taras reports that the citadel is secure." The man sketched a salute. "He says that all the Amazon warriors are now in our hands and repairs to the portals we were forced to break through have begun."
"Has he done a full headcount? Did any of the Amazons escape?"
The man swallowed. "He thinks that one or two messengers made it over the wall before we finished subduing the last bastion of resistance."
"Good." Mikael smiled and nodded. "Very good."
"Any orders, sir?"
"Tell Taras to have the men light the beacon fire." Mikael motioned toward the platform set atop the city's highest tower. "When he's done that and secured the prisoners, tell him to get a meal and some sleep..." He pulled at his short beard and nodded again. "I'll see him sometime tomorrow."
"The beacon, sir?" The messenger's eyes widened. "But that will tell the surrounding forts that there's trouble here!"
"I've given you instructions, boy." Mikael caught the shorter man's eye, his glare enough to cause the man to quake in his boots. "Now do as you've been told--and don't disturb me again," he turned toward the white shape at the rear of his room. "Unless it really is urgent."
"Yes, sir." The messenger was still trying to regain his composure as the door closed in his face.
"Now, my dear." Mikael returned to the back of the room. "Where were we?" He smiled and returned to that silken cord, carefully finishing the knot that would hold one last cluster of hair.
Pubic hair. The pubic hair of the Princess Althea, once ruler of this citadel.
"I think that will hold." Mikael pulled the last knot tight. "Now let us see..."
Althea glared at him. There was little else she could do. Her wrists were tied tightly and attached to a wide leather belt wrapped around her neck. Her elbows were also tied together above her wrists and secured to a ring high on the wall, forcing her to sit bolt upright, her buttocks barely touching the floor.
She was naked, of course, and gagged with sodden cloth held in place with a leather strap. Her legs were spread very wide--painfully, obscenely wide--and fixed to iron stapes driven into the wall alongside her head.
Mikael, now comfortably seated between those legs, testing the multiple strands of silken cord he had tied into place. "How does this feel?" He gave a yank on the cords.
Althea didn't make a sound--but involuntary tears appeared in her eyes--tears of pain.
"I see that it hurts." Mikael smiled. "Good." He tied the ends of the strings together. "Now..." He began to tug at the joined strings, watching as they grew taut, pulling at the pubic hairs to which they were attached. "This serves two purposes." The invader Captain smiled into the Princess' pain-filled eyes. "It allows me to eliminate all this excess hair..." He yanked at one of the strings, pulling loose a small clump of blond pubic hair. "And it shows you that you are no longer in command here." He yanked another clump loose. "You do understand that, do you not?"
The Princess continued to glare at him, blinking tears away.
"I see you have not yet come to that realization." Mikael smiled and twitched one of his cords to the side. "So..." He yanked. "We'll just continue like this..." Another yank. "Until you're willing to admit your situation." Another yank. This time, he heard a low moan escape from the Princess' tightly-gagged mouth. "Ah," he grinned and chose another cord. "I see you're beginning to understand..."
Some time later, Mikael tossed the last of the cords to the side of the room. Princess Althea was weeping behind her gag, her entire body shaking with the depth of her sobs. "You understand now, don't you?" He grabbed her by the chin, turned her so she was facing him. "You're no longer a Princess--merely a female slave." He grinned. "My female slave." He released her. "And you will be required to fulfill the duties of any female slave." He ran a finger down her breasts. "Is that understood?"
Althea shook as his hand touched her nipple.
"Is it understood?!" He gripped her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. "I want an answer!" He began to squeeze.
The captured woman moaned into her gag, new tears rolling down her cheeks--and nodded once, slowly.
"Good." Mikael released her. "Tomorrow we will begin a proper course of training." He grinned. "I believe we have nearly three weeks until your sisters get here." He drew his dagger from its sheath. "In the meantime," he grinned. "I think it's time we got rid of the rest of this pesky hair..."