Princess Penelope And The Amazons: Part 6

Penelope lay naked across the bed, with her head in her younger sister's lap. Grace's long fingers played with her hair, pulling and yanking at handfuls like it was straw. The young slave-girl didn't know if her sister was trying to be nice right now, or just torturing her for fun. Either was a possibility. It often felt like Grace didn't understand the difference herself. Sometimes she'd hurt her sister with a loving smile, like it was a kindness. 

It wasn't like Penelope could beg for gentler treatment, not with this awful bit-gag still shoved between her teeth. A punishment for screaming too loud during her morning beating from Phoebe. The angry welts still burned across her back and bottom, thin lines of agony joining the other aches and bruises littering her body. 

"I think she'll be ready soon." Grace sighed, her voice soft and trembling. "Won't you, piglet?" 

"Ready, milady?" Phoebe asked from across the room, knelt in the corner. "Ready for what?"

"Why for the grand reveal of course." Grace smiled. "When everyone gets to find out that my dear sister has returned to us from the vile Amazons. No more hiding. Won't that be nice, Piggy? I'll even let you see Mummy and Daddy again, if you're very good and squeal nicely for it." Penelope felt a cold shiver down her spine. Grace would put her in front of her parents? Looking like this? Was her sister insane? Of course she was. The last couple days had proven that beyond a doubt. 

"Milady, I'm not sure that's a good idea." Phoebe protested.

"Silence Fifi." Grace snapped. "I didn't ask for your opinion. Of course I'll dress her and pretty her up a bit, but she's still going to know who she belongs to. This has always been the plan. What's the fun in having my sister here if I have to keep her locked away all the time? I can't even see her most of the day because I have so many other demands on my time. That witless oaf of a fiancee keeps wanting to meet. Idiot prince, you're lucky I got you out of marrying him, piglet." 

"But if she talks, if the King and Queen find out what you did....what I did..." Phoebe stammered. 

"You'll be executed dearie, for treason." Grace drawled. "So when you tell me she's broken, that she'll do absolutely anything to please me, it had better be true. In fact, let's make a game of it, Fifi." There it was. Penelope shuddered as her sister's lips curled into that cold smile she had learnt to fear more than anything else in the world. "I'm tired of waiting. You have until tonight. Then I think it's time I take my piglet pet to bed and start teaching her how to please me." She licked her wet lips, her icy blue eyes shining with lust. Penelope's stomach heaved. No, please not that. The kissing was bad enough, the way her sister forced her to play along like she enjoyed it, to use her tongue. It made her almost vomit every time. She panted round the gag, staring up at Grace with huge, pleading eyes. "See? That needs to stop happening." Her sister sneered, yanking hard on her hair. "I want her to pretend to like it at least." 

"You're really going to sleep with her, milady?" Phoebe whispered, her voice trembling. If it wasn't for everything the awful knight had done, Penelope would almost have felt sorry for her. 

"For God's sake Fifi, don't sound so pathetic." Grace snapped. "I give you plenty enough already." Phoebe shuddered, a few tears dripping down her sharp cheeks." Very well then, if you're going to whine that much I suppose I can spare a treat for you." Grace sighed with disgust. "Get my piglet ready for me by tonight, and you can kiss my feet again, as long as you want this time."

"Yes Milady." Phoebe blubbered, rubbing at her eyes. "I'll do it. I'll do it, for you." 

"You had better." Grace tossed her hair. Suddenly she moved, shoving Penelope hard off her lap. The young slave-girl squealed through the gag as she tumbled off the bed and landed in a heap on the carpet. Her sister stepped over her, one foot landing hard on her belly. She choked and moaned, curling up into a ball around her aching stomach. "Well, I'm off, Piggy." Grace smirked down at her. "Try not to make Fifi too mad at you this time. I want you to have lots of energy for our fun and games tonight." 

Penelope watched in sickened horror as her sister strode away, gliding across the floor like the perfect princess she pretended to be. Painful tears dribbled down the young slave-girl's cheeks, mixing with the drool clinging to her chin. She wanted to die. If otherwise meant sleeping with her own sister, she'd rather just die right here. Only one thing kept her teetering on the brink. Mala. Her real lover, her fierce Amazon, her gentle owner. The woman she adored most in this awful world. Where was she? Mala was coming for her, right? That thought was all that kept her going through all the pain. But it had been so long, so much pain, and her Amazon was still nowhere to be seen. Hope was slipping through her fingers like grains of sand, and part of her had already started to believe her lover would never come. Part of her had already started to wither away and die. 

"Stupid cunt" Phoebe sneered above her, kicking her hard in the belly. Penelope coughed around the gag, tasting bile. This was going to be bad. The sadistic knight was already furious with her and they hadn't even begun yet. She squealed in pain as Phoebe grabbed her by the hair, yanking her up onto her hands and knees. She was dragged on all fours back towards the awful dungeon where she'd already suffered so much. Panic made her want to fight, but she knew it wouldn't matter. Phoebe was strong enough to easily overpower her, and she'd just get punished even worse. "What Milady wants, Milady gets." Phoebe snarled, yanking her through the door. "No matter how much I have to sit back and suffer."

Penelope screamed into the gag as she was tossed against the wall by her hair. The back of her head struck solid stone. She tasted blood, collapsing in a heap on the dirty floor. Her head was spinning, darkness fluttering on the edges of her vision. Phoebe showed no mercy, grabbing her by the arm and yanking her up onto her feet. Her hands were dragged high above her head and she felt leather cuffs tighten viciously around her wrists. 

They were joined by a short length of chain, and that was suddenly pulled up over a hook hanging from the ceiling. The young slave-girl found herself dangling on tip-toes, hardly able to support herself. Her whole body was drawn tight, utterly exposed to whatever vicious torture her tormentor meant to inflict. Sure enough, when Phoebe stepped back out in front of her, the sadistic knight was carrying a long black leather whip in one hand. 

Penelope screamed again, thrashing against her bonds. It didn't do anything. She couldn't even spin round with her hands tied so tightly. Her chest heaved with panicked breaths as Phoebe slipped closer. The knight's free hand slipped around behind her head, unfastening the vicious gag stretching her lips. She gasped with relief when it tumbled off her to land at her feet, working her aching jaw. That moment vanished like ash through her fingers when she saw Phoebe step back, the whip uncoiling like a vicious snake in her fingers. 

"Please." The young slave-girl whispered, her voice so small and broken. "Please don't hurt me anymore." 

"Now, now cunt." Phoebe sneered, running a hand lovingly along the whip. "I didn't take out your gag to listen to your whining. I just wanted to hear you scream again." She took a few steps back, flipping the whip out behind her. Penelope braced for the pain, her aching muscles tensing and her teeth clenched. Her eyes screwed tightly shut. She could hear her heart pounding like a drum in her ears, her little panicked gasps sounding like the squeaking of a terrified mouse. Where was it? Why hadn't she been struck yet? Just for an instant she had to relax her straining body, her eyes opening a crack. She saw Phoebe's awful smile, a muscled arm flung forward and heard the crack of the whip fill the air. 

 

Whap! It hit her hard across the belly, driving every gasp of air from her lungs. For a moment she felt nothing. Then pain swept over her like a waterfall. Her head flung back, a howl of agony tearing from her lips. She thrashed and kicked wildly, her weight swinging off her tortured arms. The ache in her shoulder was nothing compared to the white-hot burn across her stomach. 

A flicker of movement made her flinch in terror. Whap! The whip found her flank, curling round her side to kiss the small of her back with fire. She screamed again, thrashing like a trapped animal. Whap! The same place, on her other side. Her belly was caught in a ring of agony, her feeble muscles twitching and heaving. She almost vomited. Whap! Just below her heaving breasts, on skin that was so achingly sensitive. Whap! Whap! Whap!

Suddenly it stopped. Penelope was left dangling from her aching arms, sobbing and keening in a sea of mindless pain. Her whole body burned, but the wicked lines the whip had scorched into her flesh were agony like she'd never felt in her life before. She wanted to howl and kick and thrash, but she didn't even have the strength to do that anymore. All she could do was balance on her aching feet and cry. Her tear-filled gaze drifted up, looking frantically for her sadistic torturer. Phoebe was still standing there in front of her, the whip dangling from her hands. Her thin lips were curled into a frown. 

"What the fuck is that?" She growled under her breath. Then she turned and strode away, moving for the door. Penelope let out a choking gasp as her tormentor disappeared behind her. She tried to crane her neck to see where Phoebe was, terrified the knight was about to start lashing her back as well. Nothing happened, and then she heard her torturer's footsteps fade away into the bedroom behind her. 

The young slave-girl sobbed in her bonds, alone in this awful place. She was so lost. There was nothing ahead of her but more torture and then facing her own sister's twisted desires. She had no illusions left. If Phoebe kept hurting her like this, she knew she'd give in just to stop the pain. She'd do whatever Grace wanted, no matter how vile. She just wasn't strong enough to fight anymore. Worse still, that wouldn't even stop them hurting her, but what choice did she have? She hung there for a while, in that dark dungeon filled with twisted things, with nothing she could do but sob. She had nothing left. Nothing but more agony to come. 

Then, suddenly a noise from behind her made her stiffen in her bonds. She started whimpering, a hoarse, strangled noise. Phoebe was back. Phoebe was back to torture her again. Shuffling footfalls, light and careful on the carpet outside. She heard her tormentor shuffle through the door onto the cold stone of the dungeon. Then a sharp, in-drawn gasp of breath, trembling with shock and horror. 

"Pippa." No, it couldn't be...no this had to be a dream. She heard heavy footsteps running to her, and suddenly a warm, strong arm was wrapped around her body. No, no, no don't let her hope again. Someone grabbed the chain holding her wrists, flicking it up off the hook. Without that support she collapsed like a doll. The hand on her belly held her up, pulling her tighter against a warm, muscled chest. She glanced down, scarcely daring to look. A hand with long, callused fingers and olive skin. A hand she knew as well as her own. A hand that had punished her, tamed her and loved her. 

"Mala...Mala...Mala." She sobbed like a broken child. Her Amazon was holding her tight, so tight it hurt on the livid welts across her stomach. The pain was nothing though, nothing next to the choking, sobbing relief filling her up fit to bursting. The cuffs were torn from her wrists and flung away across the room, then Mala gently eased her round and she found herself staring up into her lover's gorgeous face through a mist of tears. She started shivering, still scarcely daring to hope. "You came for me." The young slave-girl whispered. 

"I'm sorry, Pippa, I'm so sorry." Mala was crying too, her dark eyes glistening wet. "I let this happen. I let them hurt you."

"No...it wasn't your fault." Penelope sniffled, pressing her face into her Amazon's muscled shoulder. She nuzzled gently, her body filling up with warm love. None of that mattered anymore. Nothing mattered but her lover. 

"We have to go." Mala murmured. "I'm taking you away from here, far away." One of her big, warm hands slipped under Penelope's legs, and she lifted her young slave-girl up against her body. She turned and strode for the doorway, her lips curled into a determined scowl despite the tears still dripping down her cheeks. 

The Amazon ducked down for a moment, her free hand finding a long, carved spear on the floor beside her. Then, with the weapon held at the ready, she slipped through the doorway and back into Grace's bedroom. Penelope let herself go limp in her Amazon's grip, her face still buried against warm, olive skin. She didn't want to look at this terrible place ever again. 

"Not so fast." She froze at that familiar, awful drawl. Her terrified gaze flickered up, and she saw Phoebe standing across the room. The knight was blocking the doorway, a cold sneer on her face. In one hand she held a gleaming sword, the blade balanced perfectly in her grip. "I bet you thought it was such a smart plan setting that fire." Phoebe drawled, pacing forward like a stalking lioness. Her eyes were glowing hot, her face flushed. "You lured the rest of the guards away, sure, but as soon as I heard I knew it had to be one of you big, ugly bitches come to rescue the slut. I've always wanted to kill an Amazon." She laughed coldly, holding her sword out in front of her. Then her wide eyes found Penelope, and she smiled like a wolf. "As for you, piglet, don't think you're getting out of this unpunished." She sneered. "I think my sword is going to slip while I'm butchering the big bitch, one good long cut across that pretty face. I'll tell Milady the Amazon did it, and we'll see if she still wants you when you're all mangled." 

"Is she the one who hurt you, Pippa?" Mala murmured, close to the young slave-girl's ear. Her voice quivered slightly. 

"Yes." Penelope whispered.  Mala breathed once, in and out. Then her arm flicked forward, quick as a viper. That massive spear leapt from her hand, a blur flung down the room. It slammed home into Phoebe's chest. The knight was thrown back, her body pinned to the wall by the force of the throw. The spear held her there, pierced through. For a moment Phoebe just stood stiff, a look of utter shock on her face. Then she let out a choking gasp, blood leaking from the corners of her lips. Penelope watched, feeling only numb and cold, as the sadistic knight who loved her sister slumped forward over the spear, sword dropping from nerveless fingers. 

Mala stepped forward without another word. As she passed Phoebe's limp body, the Amazon reached out and tore her spear free. The knight collapsed to the ground without a sound. Dead, or soon to be. Penelope tore her gaze away and buried her face back in her lover's shoulder. She felt Mala walk a little further, ducking through another doorway. Then her Amazon froze, stiff and shivering against her naked, welted body. 

"You as well." Mala growled, her voice shaking with bitter rage. Penelope whimpered softly into her lover's shoulder. She knew what this mean. She didn't want to look, to see her sister again, but she knew.  

"Yes, me. Phoebe failed, I expected as much." Grace's voice, a cold hiss in the Amazon language. "Raise that spear and I'll scream. Sure, you might kill me, but when every guard in the mansion comes for you we'll see how long you last." Mala paused, her grip tightening round the shaft of her spear. "They'll kill Penny too, you know." Grace continued. "When they see you've hurt me. They won't know who she is, looking like that. All they'll see is another assassin." The spear shook, then lowered down towards the floor. 

"What do you want?" Mala spat, her muscles trembling. 

"Isn't that obvious?" Grace sneered. "My sister back." 

"She's not yours." The Amazon pulled Penelope closer to her. The young slave-girl finally raised her head, her tortured gaze finding her sister standing in the doorway. Alone. There were no guards, no soldiers. Of course there weren't. Grace couldn't risk anyone finding out what she'd done. Only Phoebe had been loyal enough to her, and now the knight was dead. 

"She is!" Grace snapped, stamping her feet viciously. "She's mine! I love her! That makes her mine!" She stiffened, gasping for air. When she straightened her cold composure had returned and she stood there like a marble statue in her long, flowing dress. "You don't have much choice, Mala. Either you leave her behind or you kill me and both of you die right afterwards. If I can't have Penny, I'm not about to let you waltz away with her. I'll tell you this now, even if you manage to get past me somehow, I'll hunt you both to the ends of the Earth, with every single ounce of my power. There's nowhere you'll be able to hide from me." Her icy blue eyes burned with cold fury, and Penelope knew she meant every single word. Grace was a princess, she'd be queen of the kingdom one day, and she had all the power she needed to make it so. 

"Put me down." Penelope whispered. Her lover's eyes flickered to her, filled with worry and confusion. She stared back, calm and sure, willing her fierce Amazon to understand, to trust her. Mala shook a little, but then her arm slowly drifted down. The young slave-girl landed back on her feet, her legs shaking as they struggled to support her aching body. She turned to her sister and smiled as warmly as she could manage through all the pain. "Grace, you're right." She murmured, letting her voice fill with love that tasted like ashes on her tongue. "I'm sorry it took me so long to see. You do love me. That's all I needed to hear. I understand now." 

"You...you understand?" Grace went stiff. Doubt flickered across her face, but the hope in her eyes spurred Penelope on. This was it, her sister's one weakness. 

"Of course I do, Grace." Penelope stepped forward, spreading her arms. She showed her naked body to her sister, letting those hungry eyes drift over every inch of exposed skin. She was filthy, covered in dirt and aching welts, but Grace didn't even seem to see any of that. "You love me, and I love you. I always have. I was just too scared to say it until now." Another step, almost there. If she could just get a little closer. Grace stiffened up, her gaze flickering to Mala. She was still suspicious, but she was weakening. Penelope paused, knowing what she had to do now, no matter how hard it would be. "Mala go, get out of here and leave me alone." The young slave-girl sneered, giving her lover a cold look over her shoulder. The words were agony, but she had to trust Mala knew what she was doing. "I don't want you anymore. You're dumb and ugly. Grace is the one for me. Sisters should be together." 

"No." Mala whispered, the spear shaking in her hand. "Pippa please, don't do this." Penelope desperately hoped the pain in those beautiful dark eyes was feigned, that her lover understood, but she had to keep going anyway. 

"Shut up, ugly." The young slave-girl spat viciously. Another step. "You're just a big, dumb brute. I want to be with Grace now. I never want to see you again." One more. She was so close she could almost grab her sister, but she had to make sure. There wouldn't be another chance. "Grace" She stared across at her sister, a smile on her face and vicious hatred in her heart. "I love you." 

"Penny." Grace melted, floods of tears filling her icy blue eyes. "I love you too! I've always loved you!" She started forward, jerking and sobbing. In that instant, Penelope moved. She threw herself on top of her sister, bowling over the younger girl in an instant. Her hand found Grace's lips and she crushed them shut, muffling a frantic scream. Her knee slammed up, driving into her sister's belly. Grace gasped for air, a look of utter shock in her eyes. The young slave-girl lashed out with her feet and knee, making sure her awful sister would never take anything from her ever. 

She kicked and kneed until she felt Grace slump against the ground, and then kept going just to make sure. Another vicious knee to the chest made her sister choke around her fingers. Her other hand was suddenly on Grace's throat and she squeezed viciously, digging her nails into soft, delicate skin. Every lash of the whip, every mocking word, every forced kiss flickered through her mind like a river of torment. Her sister had taken everything from her, twice! She yanked Grace up and slammed her head back, watching in savage delight as it cracked against the floor. Her sister let out a strangled breath, then went limp, her eyes rolling up into her head. 

"Enough, Pippa." Mala's hands were on her, pulling her gently off Grace's stiff body. "If you want to kill her, make it quick. A death should never be lingered over, especially one of a sister." Penelope was panting hard. Kill her sister? A vicious part of her wanted nothing more. It wouldn't change anything though. Grace would still have caused her so much pain. She hadn't forgotten what Phoebe had told her that first terrible day in the dungeon. About the other girls her sister had tortured. Just killing Grace didn't feel like enough. It didn't feel like justice. 

If she stopped now, if she went and found one of the guards and told him who she was, that was who she'd be again. Grace was finished either way, whether she sent this letter to her parents or spoke to them in person. They'd welcome Penelope back with open arms, their last heir and daughter. 

"Mistress, let's go now." She whispered softly, shuffling back to her lover with her gaze on the floor. The letter was in her hand, clutched tight in her fingers and she held it to her chest. 

"Come, Pippa." Mala's arms found her, and she was lifted back up, a tiny sniffling burden against her Amazon's muscled body. Grace was stirring now, pulling against her bonds. Her eyes fluttered open, limp and dull, until they found Penelope. Then they filled with pain and glistening tears. The young slave-girl tore her gaze from her shivering sister, ignoring the muffled sobs and grunts from behind the gag. The agony and despair in those helpless sounds wasn't of any interest to her. She went limp and let her owner carry her back out into an empty corridor. 

Mala moved quickly and silently, her spear held out in front of her. There were no guards anyway, no-one here at all. Grace's mansion was empty and silent as a tomb. It looked like no-one lived here at all. The Amazon seemed to know exactly where she was going, darting down a shadowed stairway and through a waiting doorway. She stepped out into the cool afternoon air, moving like a ghost across the garden. Penelope could smell smoke in the air, and somewhere off in the distance she could see the glow of flames, a massive fire burning. She buried her face back into her lover's shoulder. None of it mattered. 

"Aya, come." Mala breathed suddenly. There was an answering whinny, and a clip of hooves as the massive horse slipped out from behind a copse of trees. It was saddled this time, and there were a few leather bags hanging over its flanks, each one stuffed full. Penelope was lifted up over the beast's broad back, her naked thighs rubbing against the cold saddle. Mala mounted behind her and lent forward, gently wrapping her fur cloak around both of them. 

The young slave-girl felt herself relax as Aya started trotting forward. The comforting weight of her fierce Amazon behind her, the bucking of the horse underneath, and now the warm fur over her bruised, naked body. It all reminded her the of the only other time they'd ridden together, when her Amazon had saved her after she'd tried to run away. Was that when she'd first fallen in love? Or had it already happened long before then? 

"Where will you take me Mistress?" She asked softly, letting her weight rest against her Amazon's warm body behind her. "Back to the tribe?"

"I can't, Pippa." Mala replied. "I have been banished by the matriarch. She wouldn't let me come after you. She said it would be betraying the tribe, that if I dared to leave she'd never let me come back. She'll have the others kill me if I even try."

"You still came after me?" Penelope gasped, scarcely able to breathe. Could it really be? Mala had given up everything. Family, home, her whole life. Just to save one naughty little slave-girl.  

"Of course I did." Mala breathed in her ear, not a hint of regret in her rough voice. "I love you, Pippa." Penelope froze. It felt in that moment like the whole world just melted away around her. Everything turned to warmth and white light. She swayed on the horse, almost falling, but Mala's arms held her there tight. 

"Mistress...oh Mala...." She sobbed helplessly, shivering like a leaf. "I love you too...I love you so much." 

"I know, I've known that for a long time." Mala chuckled in her ear, and she felt her cheeks flush hot. Had she really been that obvious? "Don't worry your pretty little head about anything. I'll look after both of us, you'll see." Her lover continued. "We'll have to leave this Kingdom of yours, I suppose, but there's plenty of work to be found elsewhere." 

Penelope sighed softly, feeling all her confusion and regret slip from her body in that one, grateful breath of air. This was where she belonged, in the arms of her Amazon. She was still a slave-girl, but she didn't care in the slightest. In fact, she adored it. Being owned by Mala made her happier than all the riches and luxuries in the world ever could. 

Still sniffling and crying, she let her little body relax into her lover's tight embrace. Mala clicked her teeth and Aya loped forward into a canter, broad back bouncing underneath them. The horse carried the young slave-girl away, to a new life and an uncertain future. One that was sure to be filled with hard work, plenty of punishment from her loving Amazon and then nights wrapped in furs where they'd make love until the dawn. 

Pippa smiled to herself at the wicked thought, even as hot tears dripped down her glowing cheeks. She was a princess no longer, that part of her life was over, but she did know one thing. So long as she was with her Amazon, she'd be safe and happy wherever they went. As if in answer to that thought, Mala's arms wrapped a little tighter around her aching body and she moaned with longing. Wrapped up tight, she closed her eyes and let her lover's horse carry her away to the horizon. It was over. She was safe now. She was loved now. 

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The Half-Moon tavern squatted on the river-bank like a toad. It was a favourite haunt for travellers meaning to cross the bridge out of the Kingdom, but only because it was the one place to shelter for miles. Today the grubby common room was still almost empty, the tired-looking innkeeper scrubbing limply at a mug that was already long-since clean. Her only customers were a trio of soldiers from the border watch house, still wearing their filthy mail armour. They came here to drink and gossip nearly every day, and they were always trying to get out of paying her. 

"Did you hear what happened to the princess?" One of the men asked with excitement, a young recruit with just a few whiskers on his cheeks. 

"She was arrested, wasn't she?" His comrade, a wizened old veteran, spat. "Thrown in the dungeons a couple days back. No-one even knows why." 

"Treason." A dirty-looking scout hissed. "She killed her older sister, that's what I heard." He took a long swig of ale. "A real shame. You know I saw her once, when I was stationed in the Capital. Princess Penelope. The prettiest little thing I've ever laid eyes on. And her tits, fuck, they were just so big and perfect. Why would anyone go and kill a sweetheart like that?" 

"Fucking hell, royalty, right?" The old veteran shook his head. "They're all insane. In fact I think..." The door to the tavern swung open, slamming into the far wall. The three men paused, glancing up from their drinks at this rare interruption. A huge, bronze figure filled the entrance way, ducking down under the headboard to even fit inside. A woman, but she stood far taller than any of them. Her muscled body was wrapped in thick strips of fur, a band across her breasts and another hanging over her tree-trunk thighs. Across her shoulders she wore a long cloak, draped down over her back. 

"Holy Heaven, is that...?" The recruit breathed. 

"An Amazon, right?" The old veteran lent back in his chair. "I've never seen one before. Fuck, she's big." 

"I'd still fuck her." The scout shrugged. 

"Are you crazy?" The recruit stammered. "She'd rip your cock off if you even try. Don't you know they hate men?" 

"I've fucked a lot of women who supposedly hated me." The scout sneered, but as the Amazon strode into the room he still glanced down into his ale with a shiver. She wasn't alone. There was a girl following at her heels, a short little thing wearing a long wool dress and heeled boots. She had the hood up over her pretty face, but her lush hourglass figure still drew the hungry gazes of all three men. She darted closer to the Amazon as they passed the soldiers, hiding in the massive woman's shadow. Though none of them spoke it aloud, they were all too afraid of the girl's huge protector to try anything, no matter how much they wanted to. 

The odd pair moved up to the bar, where the innkeeper was staring at them in open-mouthed shock. The girl stepped forward first, raising her head. The innkeeper gasped again. The little thing was just gorgeous, the prettiest chit she'd ever seen. Thank Heaven her husband wasn't out here. 

"My Mistress and I would like to book a room for the night, and stabling for our horse." The girl said, her voice high, with the clear accent of nobility. "She's already in one of the stalls outside." 

"Of course." The innkeeper nodded frantically. Two customers! This would be enough to see her through the week even if those bastard soldiers didn't pay another penny. "My husband can see to your beast. Let me show your to your room. This way!" She darted out from behind the bar, eager to get coin in hand before her brutish regulars managed to scare these two away. Not that the huge Amazon looked like she'd be afraid of much, but she couldn't be too careful. 

The innkeeper led the two women up the stairs to where the rooms waited. All three of the soldiers watched them go, gazes fixed on the girl with undisguised lust. When the pretty thing disappeared, they all turned back to their drinks with identical sighs of longing. 

"Did she say...Mistress?" The recruit whispered suddenly. 

"You don't think...fuck, they're lovers aren't they?" The scout was drooling into his ale. "That's so hot." 

"Don't be a moron." The veteran shook his head. "She probably just means the Amazon's her bodyguard. She was noble, right? You think some snotty noble would ever fuck a barbarian?"

"Let me dream at least." The scout laughed roughly, slamming his palm on the table. Even he didn't sound convinced. The veteran had to be right. A noble girl and an Amazon, there was no way. 

Up in the room the barmaid had ushered them into, Pippa shrugged off her hood, sighing with relief. She shook her head, her short, blonde hair swaying over her neck. It was cut to her shoulders, Mala's work, but done at her request. Only princesses wore hair as long as she had and on the road she had no time to care for it. Maybe some day she'd grow it back, but not just yet.  

"Get those clothes off already, naughty slave." Mala growled from the bed, where she was lying with her long, gorgeous legs dangling off the end. "When we're alone, you're naked, remember? 

"Ask it right." Pippa giggled. Her sex was aching and hot after a long day's ride pressed against her fierce Amazon's muscled body, but it was fun to tease Mala back sometimes too. 

"You're being very cheeky today." Her fierce Amazon was scowling, but those dark eyes shone with amusement. "Take off your clothes." She said, carefully forming each word. Her accent was still thick as ever, but she was getting better. 

"Yes Mistress." The young slave-girl curtsied neatly. She went for her boots first, bending over slowly to let her dress slip down her chest. Slowly she undid the laces, then slipped each shoe off her little feet. Mala was watching her like a hungry tiger, that lustful gaze setting her aching sex alight. She straightened, swaying her hips in what she hoped was a seductive way. Her cheeks flushed scarlet as she reached for the hem of her dress, sliding it just a little off her shoulder to bare a sliver of pale skin. Sometimes she felt kind of silly showing off for her Amazon like this, but Mala loved it. She'd do anything to please her owner, anything at all. 

"That's a rather short list." Mala gazed down at her, lips curled. A gorgeous vision, superior and proud. Pippa knew she was right where she belonged, grovelling at the feet of her Mistress, serving every desire and need and being punished for her wanton wickedness. The waves of pleasure searing up her young body told her so. "I can think of rather more. Like how you tripped and almost fell down the stairs when we were leaving the last tavern. Or that silliness when we reached the river when you wanted to waste time splashing around instead of gathering water. It seems like you deserve a particularly harsh punishment today, my naughty slave-girl." 

"Yes Mistress." Pippa nodded frantically. 

"What should I do with you?" Mala leered at her. 

"Spank me Mistress." Pippa stammered. "Please, I've been so naughty." She lent forward, pressing her aching boobs against the wooden floor of their room. Then she raised her naked bottom up, wiggling it in the air. 

"Yes, it does seem like you need a good spanking, little slut." Mala growled."You just can't seem to stop squealing when I do it though, and we don't want those filthy males down there getting too excited. They were already ogling you far too much for my liking. Fortunately I have just the thing to help naughty slave-girls who make too much noise." She reached beside her and picked up a familiar strap of leather. "Over my knee, so I can get you gagged." Pippa crawled round to the side of the bed, her aching boobs dangling below her. She slipped up onto the covers, and laid her naked body down in her lover's lap, shivering as her aching sex brushed against hot, hard muscle. Her lover grabbed her by the waist and yanked her forward, so that her plump bottom settled right over the fierce Amazon's thighs. Soft and quivering and vulnerable. Pippa moaned, burying her blushing face into the sheets. "Are you sure you're okay with this, Pippa?" Mala murmured, a soothing hand running up and down the young slave-girl's back. 

"Mistress, I love you." Pippa sighed softly, just those words sending warm shivers down her spine. "You could never hurt me. I want this, just as much as you do."  Since she'd been rescued from that awful place, her lover was much more careful with her. It had taken a couple days of begging and pleading before her fierce Amazon had even been willing to treat her like the slave she was again. She didn't mind reassuring her lover, but hopefully soon Mala would just stop asking and get to punishing her all the time like she deserved. 

"I love you too, Pippa." Mala whispered hotly, close to her ear. Then the gag slipped between her lips, pulled tight around the back of her head. Mala sat back up straight, a fierce vision of cruel Amazon dominance once again. Her huge hand settled over Pippa's quivering bottom, groping and squeezing little slivers of vulnerable flesh. The young slave-girl moaned into the gag, bucking her hips and wiggling.  

Crack! Pippa squealed as that huge, cruel hand slammed into her aching butt. Crack! Crack! Crack! Three more hard smacks in quick succession. It hurt, of course it did, but the pain felt so good. Crack! Crack! She moaned and wriggled, her hips bucking up to meet each spank. Her eyes filled with warm tears, the hot burning sinking deep into her tender flesh. Her belly drew tight, a ball of hot tension pressing against her skin. Crack! Crack! Crack!

On and on it went, smack after vicious smack raining down on her wiggling bottom. Mala had stopped being gentle with her, stopped treating her like she was made of glass. This was what she wanted, all she wanted. Everything faded away except the hot pleasure filling her up. She teetered on the edge of climax, from nothing more than a good, hard spanking on her naughty bottom. 

Crack! She screamed into the gag as the hardest smack yet landed across both her cheeks, slamming into her hips. Heat exploded through her, her whole body boiling. It felt so much like an orgasm she thought for a moment she'd actually managed it, but when it all faded away she found her sex was still aching so much she could hardly think. She went limp over her lover's lap, shivering like a kitten. 

Mala had stopped spanking her at last, but her lover wasn't done with her just yet. That huge palm that had already given her so much pleasure now continued to torment her, squeezing and rubbing at the burning flesh of her welted bottom. She moaned and squeaked every time her lover found one of the sorer spots, the sharp shocks of pain making her sex throb even hotter. 

She was such a wicked, naughty little slut, getting so hot and bothered when she was being punished by her owner. Mala should spank her again, just to be sure she'd learnt her lesson. Maybe she'd be able to orgasm this time. She turned her head, gazing up at her lover with huge, pleading eyes. Her Amazon just laughed roughly, continuing to play with her naked, quivering flesh. Then a hand reached up to her head, and she felt the gag loosen and slip from between her lips. She almost started begging and babbling, but a single finger pressed across her lips and she swallowed her frantic pleas. 

"I'm taking off your gag for one reason only." Mala growled. "So you can put that cheeky tongue of yours right back to work." Pippa nodded frantically, her mouth already starting to water. She watched in delight as her gorgeous Amazon lay back, over the bed. A huge hand grabbed her by the hair and she was pulled gently down to her proper place between her lover's thighs. She reached out with eager, shaking hands and pulled the strip of fur away. 

Her tongue darted out eagerly, and she found her owner's sex wet and swollen and desperate for her attentions. She buried her face there and started lapping like a dog. A hoarse, hungry moan was her delicious reward. Mala's hand settled over the back of her head, pushing her deeper. Muscled hips bucked underneath her, grinding against her face. It took only minutes before she heard her Amazon groan, and felt that huge, muscled body tremble underneath her. The thrill of licking her owner to another climax filled her whole body with warmth. It felt way better than an orgasm of her own. Or mostly anyway. 

When Mala had stopped shivering, a huge hand grabbed her by the waist and pulled her up. She found herself lying across the hot warmth of her lover's body. Her bruised butt was aching, tears still drying on her face, and her needy sex throbbed with her heartbeat, but she'd never felt happier in all her young life. 

"See, Mistress?" Pippa whispered cheekily, kissing up her lover's muscled shoulder. "You don't have to be so gentle with me." 

"I know." Mala sighed, then she smiled, leaning down to kiss Pippa gently on the forehead. "I just needed to be sure." 

"Yes Mistress." Penelope nuzzled against her owner's chest, sighing with longing when she felt a muscled arm wrap around her. Of course she understood why Mala had been so careful. It must have been really hard after seeing her covered in welts, sobbing and dirty in that awful dungeon, to then go and treat her like this. Only, the two were so different. It never even crossed her mind that one could be like the other. 

Here, she was loved, protected, safe and warm in her owner's hands. Even when she was being bullied and spanked, she knew she was pleasing her lover and that was all that mattered to her. She even liked the pain, it gave her such a wicked thrill, because it was Mala doing it to her. 

"We'll be across the border tomorrow." Mala sighed, her big hand rubbing up and down Pippa's back. "Then you can stop wearing that silly hood. I want to see your pretty face from now on, okay?" 

"Yes Mistress." The young slave-girl nodded. No-one would know her outside the Kingdom. They'd head to one of the cities and find work there. Mala had wanted to earn coin as a mercenary, but she'd begged her lover not to even try. Just the thought of her fierce Amazon in any danger made her want to cry. They'd find something else though. And Mala had quite a lot of money already, loot she'd gathered over the years from her raiding days and taken with her when she'd left the camp. Enough to pay for a house and let them live a year or so in peace. 

"You're mine, aren't you." Mala murmured, her hot breath tickling over Pippa's ear. "My naughty little slave-girl." Her hand was roaming further down, sneaking over to the aching mounds of Pippa's bottom. 

"Yes Mistress." The naughty slave-girl giggled, her cheeks flushing at her lover's teasing. "I'm yours, and you're mine. Forever and always." 

"Forever and always." Mala echoed. Then she lent in and kissed Pippa right on the waiting lips. The world dissolved into white-hot bliss, and the young slave-girl, once a princess, knew she'd never be unhappy again.