Princess Penelope and the Amazons
Part 4: Penny
It had been a few weeks since Penelope had first been dragged into the Amazon camp, and so much had changed for the young princess. Where once she had spent her days lounging around on soft cushions, waited on hand and foot by an army of attentive maids and servants, now she was worked and worked hard by her towering captors.
There were a never-ending list of tasks for a young slave-girl around the camp. She grew used to being summoned by a sharp whistle or shout from one Amazon or another, then pointed at her next chore. It could be washing clothes, or carrying water, or brushing down a dusty tent. All things she'd never have imagined doing . Of course, her life of idle luxury left her poorly prepared for any of them, and she also had to grow used to scoffs and scornful looks when her clumsy efforts were examined.
Sometimes she got a cuff round the ear from her angry supervisor, other times the Amazon in charge of her was not so easily satisfied and she'd have to wait nervously while Mala was called over to punish her properly. These were not the fun, playful swats across her butt her lover seemed to enjoy when they were in the privacy of their tent. Instead, they were long, painful and very public spankings.
Penelope could never get used to being stripped of her meagre clothing under the cold glares of whichever women had paused to watch her punishment. She was red-faced and wriggling even before Mala grabbed her by an arm and bent her over one muscled leg. The young princess had learnt her lover could hit very hard. She always tried to be strong and accept her punishment, but just a few savage slaps across her tender butt left her bawling. She begged, cried and kicked as more and more spanks scorched the plump flesh of her jiggling cheeks.
By the end of every single punishment, she was left slumped over her Amazon's lap, face streaked with tears and a butt so red and sore she couldn't sit down without sobbing. Worse, she was shown no mercy for her delicate state. She had to fix whatever mistake she'd made while tears dribbled down her face and her poor plump cheeks throbbed with her heart-beat. If Mala wasn't satisfied, she'd be spanked again, and again until she was done. Once, the young princess had been punished four times in a row because she just couldn't seem to fold a pile of fur blankets the right way. Her butt had been so bruised she wasn't even able to sleep and she'd spent the whole night sobbing into her slumbering lover's chest.
The other difficult part of her day was her morning lessons with Harriet. Penelope had never enjoyed learning. She'd driven away every single tutor her parents had forced on her, seeing no reason why a princess should need lessons on stupid things like maths or literature. Still, she'd promised herself she'd try her best to learn the Amazon language as quickly as she could. Her resolve only got her so far.
She was able to pick things up quite quickly, much to her delight. It was actually kind of fun to listen to the Amazons as she worked and try to understand what she could. As days went by, it grew easier and easier, until she was able to follow most of what the towering women said to each other.
The problems came when she tried to speak it for herself. Harriet never seemed satisfied with her halting attempts to explain herself. She found it so hard to remember the words while her teacher stared coldly at her. Harriet was scornful and sarcastic. The young princess got the sense the other girl thought she was purposefully trying to mess up. Nothing could be further from the truth. Penelope had never tried harder to learn anything in her life. She just couldn't get it. More often than not she'd end the lesson in tears, only the thought of Mala's displeasure stopping her from screaming at her fellow slave-girl.
It would all have been impossible to bear were it not for the joy of what the evenings brought, when she and Mala were alone in their lovely little tent. Her Amazon changed from cruel captor to playful lover, languidly exploring Penelope's helpless body as the young princess writhed and squeaked in hot pleasure. Mala seemed to love tying her up and teasing her, bringing her to the very brink of orgasm before backing away. She was left red-faced and panting, her sex so hot and swollen with desire she felt like it might burst. Then her lover would drag her between those beautiful muscled thighs, or sit on top of her, and she'd have to use her little tongue to please her insatiable Amazon.
Mala was the one who was usually climaxing that way, often more than once a night, while the young princess was left unsatisfied. As soon as she'd been able, Penelope had asked nervously if her Amazon would touch her more. The towering woman had just smiled, and promptly dragged the whimpering princess down between her legs for another long session of licking. Penelope loved pleasing Mala, she really did. It gave her such a thrill to feel her lover quiver and tremble in climax above her, but she just wished that she could get some for herself too. It was hard getting to sleep when her sex was aching and dripping with need, but Mala always left her hands tied so she couldn't even give herself any relief.
Hard days and pleasurable nights passed by, flowing into each other. Penelope found she thought less and less of her life before. Sometimes she even forgot she'd ever been a pampered princess. There were times it seemed like she'd always been a naked slave-girl, at the mercy of her captor and lover. A naughty little toy with a sore bottom and wet sex, begging for scraps from her Amazon's huge hands.
One warm day found her sitting naked in the grass beside a pile of large clay bowls she'd been told to clean. She had one between her knees and was scrubbing away with a dirty scrap of cloth. It was boring, repetitive work, the kind more suited to maids than princesses. Her mind was wandering and she found herself daydreaming about her lover and their last night together.
Mala had been insatiable as usual. They'd barely stepped into the tent together before the towering Amazon had stripped Penelope of her clothes and trussed her up with the usual ropes, tying arms to legs. The young princess had been helpless again, left to watch and wriggle as her lover undressed and bared that beautiful, toned body. Penelope had only just had time to open her mouth before Mala had forced her head back between muscled thighs. She shivered at the delicious memory, her tongue tingling with the taste of her Amazon's hot arousal.
Her sex was aching again, hot and needy between her thighs. She sighed softly, scrubbing away at the bowl as her body cried out for relief. If only Mala touched her again, like the Amazon had that first wonderful night. Penelope still blushed faintly when she thought of the delicious orgasm that her lover had given her all those weeks ago. Only she hadn't been allowed to come once since then, and she was getting kind of desperate. If Mala would just grab her one day and thrust a massive hand between her legs she'd go off like a firecracker.
She moaned out loud, her hips bucking up at the delicious thought. Her mind was firmly in the gutter today, and it seemed no amount of scrubbing at bowls was going to get it clean. The young princess gave a guilty glance around her, making sure none of the Amazons were watching her slack off.
The camp was very quiet today. Sometimes that happened. The tribe had some kind of meeting or gathering and they all went off together to one of the tents, leaving just one or two women to keep watch. Whoever it was today was clearly somewhere else.
As Penelope set the now-clean bowl to one side and reached for the next one, her thighs rubbed together, trapping her aching sex between them. Sharp tingles of lust made her tremble and moan, sending hot sparks deep inside her. She glanced down her needy body, staring at her nipples, so hard and stiff they were getting painful. Then between her legs, her sex was swollen and hot, the plump flesh flushed pink. Little dewdrops sparkled on the skin of her lower lips, a few dripping down onto to her plump, white thighs. .
The blushing princess found her hand straying down there, creeping over her leg without her even thinking about it. Her gaze flickered over the empty camp again, her cheeks so hot she felt like her skin was burning. There was no-one to see. She just needed to touch herself a little, just to soothe this aching need. It meant doing this right out in public, playing with herself in the dirt like an animal, but no-one would know.
Her fingers were shaking. As soon as the tips found the tender flesh of her sex she gasped in longing. Her body trembled as a hot ball of need pressed on her quivering belly. The feeling was so delicious, so naughty, it made her smile wickedly to herself. She rubbed gentle fingers up and down over her tingling flesh, moaning at the sparks of pleasure each touch sent into her belly.
Now she couldn't stop. She spread her wet sex with two fingers, then curled a third inside the way Mala touched her. It wasn't anything like the same. Her lover's fingers were so much bigger, stretching her out in a way that made her throb with longing. And her gorgeous Amazon knew how to touch her, knew how to find all her weak spots and leave her trembling with lust. Try as she might, she couldn't get anywhere near the same pleasure from her own clumsy fumbling.
Still, it was enough. She felt the heat rise inside her, a flush of blood spreading up her chest and turning the skin pink and sweaty. Her sex twitched and throbbed around her fingers. She was close now, her head starting to spin as waves of pleasure rolled up her trembling body. So close, but she just couldn't seem to push herself over that blissful edge, no matter how much she worked her finger inside her.
"Little heifer." Penelope froze, her hand still fixed between her thighs, at the low drawl in the Amazon language from up ahead. The young princess couldn't move, she didn't dare even lift her head. The blood fled from her face, and her whole body went sick and cold as she realised one of the Amazons had spotted her touching herself. "What are you doing, little heifer?" Heavy footfalls made her flinch, and she glanced up to see one of the woman she'd least want to catch her in this humiliating position.
Kiri, the bully with the constant sneer. Mala's rival, or enemy or some such. Over the past few weeks Penelope had realised there was a lot of bad blood between her Amazon and this one, but she hadn't been able to figure out why yet.
"I was..." Penelope swallowed hard, struggling to find the words in the foreign language through the haze of shame and nervousness. She realised her hand was still down there and pulled it away like she'd been stung, only to blush hot at how obvious that must have been. "I was working." The young princess gestured at the small pile of empty bowls she still had left to clean. Why hadn't she just finished her work? How could she have been so stupid?
"Liar." Kiri smirked, lingering over the word. "I saw what you were doing." She reached a big hand down between her legs and wiggled her finger, leering at the blushing princess. "It seems you really are luhiri jara." The bully continued, some of her words unfamiliar. Penelope just stared back, frozen in place by the shame clawing at her guts. "Does Mala not please you, little heifer?" Kiri asked, stalking forward like a cat.
"No!" Penelope gasped as soon as she understood what this mean bitch was saying. "I mean, yes, she pleases me." The young princess blushed even hotter. She'd said that without even thinking, barely even realising what she was admitting to.
"Does she?" Kiri sneered. "It doesn't look that way to me." She was standing right above Penelope now, and the frozen princess couldn't do anything but stare in panic and shame up at her towering tormentor. "I know your kind, little heifer." The cruel Amazon continued, leaning over. "I know what you really want." Her hand flickered down and seized the cowering princess by the throat. Penelope let out a strangled gasp as the bully's fingers dug into her flesh. She was too scared to even move, her own hands frozen by her sides.
Kiri's big fingers stroked up and down her skin. The mean Amazon's face was fixed in a cold grin, but her dark eyes burned hot as they moved up and down Penelope's naked body. The young princess realised with sudden sickening certainty that this bully wanted her too, the way Mala wanted her. She choked on the fingers round her throat. Her body was frozen, stuck in place in that awful grip, even as her mind screamed at her to tear free.
She watched in silent horror as her tormentor's other hand moved down towards her chest and found her boobs. Those hard fingers groped and squeezed her tender flesh, bringing tears to her eyes. Kiri was sneering now, as her big hand drifted over pale, naked skin. There was no hot warmth of lust like Penelope felt when Mala played with her like this. Instead, the young princess felt only a cold pit in her belly that made her want to vomit.
"Get away from her!" A furious shout echoed over the camp. Kiri paused, a scowl of frustration flickering across her face. Then she let Penelope go and the young princess collapsed onto her hands and knees, gasping and panting. Her panicked gaze flickered up, and her heart soared in her chest as she saw Mala standing there. The towering Amazon was glaring furiously down at the bully, bulging arms crossed over her chest. "Step away, Kiri." Mala growled. "She's not yours."
"Karaha dula." The bully replied, with a sarcastic shrug. "You shouldn't leave your pet alone if you don't want others to play with her." She stepped to one side, raising her hands. Kiri might be strong and tall as any Amazon, but Mala was bigger still, and Penelope felt a delicious thrill deep inside her as she watched her bully back down in the face of her lover. She wanted to run over and hug her Amazon, but she was still too scared to move.
"You are Krin ma, Kiri." Mala spat, dark eyes blazing with fury. "Oma das mahana gur. If I see you touching my things again, I'll break you in half." Kiri stiffened at the threat, jaw clenching. There was fear on her face, and it was clear she knew this was not a fight she could win. Scoffing, she stepped away back round the tents. Penelope was breathing a frantic sigh of relief, when the bully turned and gave her one last cold sneering stare.
"Next time you want to touch yourself like that, little heifer, come find my tent instead. I'll please you every way your owner can't." She wiggled her fingers and Penelope felt her furious blush return, heat flooding all the way down her neck and chest. As the sneering bully disappeared around the tent, the young princess turned her head gingerly. She lifted her guilty gaze and found her Amazon glaring down at her.
"Is this true, Pippa?" Mala asked, her voice low and angry. "Were you playing with yourself instead of working?" Penelope froze, a cold chill working its way down her spine. A frantic lie was halfway up her throat before she swallowed it. There was no point trying to deceive Mala now. The way she'd stiffened up and looked so guilty already, it must be obvious what she'd been up to.
"Um...yes." Penelope admitted, nibbling on her plump lip. She felt sick with guilt, like a naughty child being told off by her mother. Her blush was so hot her cheeks felt like they were going to burst into flame.
"Finish your work." Mala growled, jabbing a finger at the dirty bowls. "I will stay here and watch to make sure you do not take the chance to pleasure yourself. When you are done, I will punish you for this."
Penelope grabbed frantically for one of the bowls and scrubbed it with her cloth, desperate not to give her Amazon another reason to be angry at her. There were tears stinging in her eyes, and the cold pit of guilt in her belly made her feel sick. The way Mala was glaring at her like a hawk, it was obvious her lover thought she'd take any chance to touch herself again. She wasn't that kind of slutty girl. She wasn't...really.
Then why had she gone and done it at all? The thought made her sob as she set the bowl aside and grabbed another one. How had she ended up so desperate and needy that touching her sex in the middle of a camp of Amazons had somehow seemed like a good idea? She didn't even know anymore. The tingling ache in her sex only made her sick now, but it didn't go away no matter how much she wished it to.
Mala was furious with her now. She knew as much, and her lover had every right to be. Mala was looking out for her, protecting her from Kiri, and she repaid that care by acting like some animal in heat. Penelope had never felt lower in her life. She was a worthless naughty little slut who deserved whatever punishment she was going to get.
She was sobbing as she set the last bowl to one side and knelt up, her head bowed and her tear-filled gaze fixed on her Amazon's large feet. Mala stepped forward and she shivered like a leaf, tears dripping down her cheeks. A large warm hand found her cheek, callused fingers tracing over her skin. Her head was gently lifted up until she was staring up at her Amazon through a mist of tears.
"Why do you do this, Pippa?" Her lover asked. "I give you every chance to be good and still." Penelope felt her heart break at the frustration in Mala's voice.
"I'm sorry." She whispered, some of the very first words she'd made sure to learn in the Amazon language.
"I must be harder on you until you learn." Mala growled, cold and angry. The young princess sobbed wetly as her lover reached down and grabbed her firmly by the waist. She was over her towering Amazon's shoulder before she could blink. Mala turned and strode away, carrying the limp, naked princess with her. Penelope cried the whole way back to the tent, her chest sore with guilt.
Mala tossed her in a heap on the furs. She froze at a click of her lover's teeth. Strong hands turned her onto her back, then grabbed both her limp legs and bent them way up until her hips were off the ground. While her lover held here there with one arm, the other grabbed her wrists, one by one and moved them round in front of her calves. Her hands were tied together with a length of rope while her head was still spinning with confusion. She watched tearfully as her lover got up and strode out of the tent without another word. What was happening now? What about her punishment?
The position she'd been left in was a very vulnerable one. Her legs were way up in the air, and with her arms tied up in front of them she couldn't get her feet back underneath her. She felt like a tiny bundle of naked girl, her plump pale thighs in the air. The strain forced her to keep her hips off the ground, which left her butt and sex very exposed. The cold air tingled on her privates, still drooling wet and flushed. Just thinking about that naughty place sent a flood of heat through her body, making her shiver in her bonds. She flushed, more than a little shocked that she could still get turned on while trapped in this awful position.
Penelope tested the bonds, wriggling from side to side to try and see if she could escape somehow. Not that she'd actually try. She was just seeing if she could. The pull of the ropes on her wrists sent another hot pulse of pleasure into her belly. She moaned softly as she realised she was well and truly trapped. Was this turning her on? Did she like getting tied up? What the Hell was wrong with her today? First she played with herself in the dirt, now she was getting all hot and bothered because she'd been trussed up like a pig.
When was Mala coming back? Penelope tried to distract herself with thoughts of her coming punishment. The way she was bound it was obvious her plump, quivering butt was to be the target of her Amazon's painful attentions. Was Mala going to spank her again? She blushed even hotter somehow, imagining her lover's cruel hand cracking against her cheeks. Trussed up like this, she wouldn't be able to do anything to stop it. She'd scream and cry and plead while spank after spank turned her lily-white flesh a blazing, angry, red. Even the thought sent naughty tingles through her body.
Her Amazon's towering shadow appeared suddenly in the entrance to the tent, and she squeaked in shock. Mala was scowling again, but her eyes widened in obvious appreciation as they flickered over the naked, bound princess lying on her furs. Penelope watched awkwardly, struggling to see around her legs. Her lover was carrying something in one hand, a long strip of brown leather. Mala frowned at her and held it up, flicking her wrist to make it crack in the air. The blushing princess flinched at the noise.
She wanted Mala to say something, to explain what was going on. Her lover kept quiet though, kneeling in the furs beside her trussed-up body. When the towering Amazon drew back the strap of leather in one hand, Penelope finally realised what was about to happen to her and felt the blood turn to ice in her veins.
"No, please!" She managed to squeal in her own language. Whap! Then Mala flicked her wrist and the strap of leather cracked across her butt. The pain came a second later, a white-hot line of agony that made her howl and thrash. Whap! Another smack across her plump cheeks drove the air from her lungs. She kicked her legs frantically, desperate to protect her butt. With her hands tied behind her knees, she couldn't even get her legs down low enough to do anything.
Whap! Whap! Her frantic efforts were punished with two more swats, each even harder than the ones before. Screaming at the burning pain in her butt, Penelope thrashed from side to side, trying to get on her side and protect herself. Mala clicked her teeth in obvious annoyance. Whap! The strap struck again, wrapping round one plump thigh. The young princess howled as fresh, virgin skin felt the bite of the stinging leather. Her thigh burned, an angry red mark already prickling up as the plump flesh jiggled and quivered. Whap! Now her other leg was stinging. Whap! Again on the thighs. The scream tearing up her throat didn't even sound like her own. It was more like the desperate keening of a wounded animal.
As soon as she'd finished screaming, Penelope realised she had to stop fighting. She couldn't break free anyway and it was just making Mala hit her even harder. Sobbing like a child, the young princess straightened her legs, twisting her hands in the tight ropes to grab her calves and keep them there. It was one of the hardest things she'd done, to just lie there and wait for the next bite of the strap. Her stinging butt was shaking, her big boobs quivering with every heaving gasp for air.
Whap! Whap! Mala landed two more across her tender cheeks. Her whole butt felt hot and swollen now, and she knew her cruel Amazon was making sure every inch of pale skin felt the stinging leather. Whap! Whap! Whap! She screamed and howled and kicked, but it made no difference. The strap of leather just kept cracking across her flesh. Whap! Whap! She was blubbering and sobbing now, her face drenched in hot, painful tears.
At last Mala paused, the strap dangling from one hand. Penelope stared around her trembling legs at her Amazon's face, searching frantically for any sign of mercy there. There was none. The same cold frustration burned in her lover's dark eyes.
"What will it take to make you learn, Pippa?" Mala snapped. "I am tired of this." It took the frantic princess a moment to understand the Amazon's words , but when she understood her heart sunk like a stone. "You work when you are told to work." The towering woman continued, every word another frustrated stab into Penelope's wavering heart. "Kalah tara dur agar. If not for how you looked, I would have given you away by now."
"Please." Penelope sobbed through the burning agony, horrified at what she was hearing. She almost screamed when she felt her Amazon's hand on her leg, but Mala didn't hurt her this time. Instead she felt her lover's hard fingers trace down between her open legs. Her eyes bulged when they found her hot sex, still aching with need even after all the torture she'd just been put through. She gasped in shock when her lover slipped a large finger inside her, and again when a hot flush of need made her quiver in her bonds. Her sex pulsed and squeezed, and she could feel the familiar tingling pleasure deep inside.
What was this? How could she still be so horny when her butt had just been scorched raw. Even the pain seemed less sharp now. As Mala's expert finger worked away inside her, she almost forgot she'd been beaten at all. The agony in her soft butt cheeks faded to a naughty tingling that only seemed to make her sex hotter and wetter. She moaned in soft disappointment when the probing finger drew away, her hips bucking up in hopeless pursuit.
"Is this the reason, Pippa?" Mala asked, holding her glistening finger in front of Penelope's face. "Do you skip work so much because you play with yourself instead?" Penelope blushed even hotter as soon as she understood the question.
"No." She whispered, horrified her lover could think that of her.
"I don't believe you." The towering Amazon scowled down at her. "You are luhiri jara. A girl with no control of herself." Penelope sobbed hoarsely, her heart breaking at the cold fury in her lover's eyes. This was just one time. It had all gotten too much and she'd slipped up, just a little. Why didn't Mala understand that? "Perhaps I should punish this filthy place instead." The cruel Amazon snarled, jabbing her finger back between Penelope's thighs. The young princess only had a moment for her gaze to widen in stunned surprise, before her lover flipped the strap up in one hand and brought it down right on top of her exposed sex.
Whap! A wet slapping noise filled her ears. For a moment she felt nothing. Then came the pain. Penelope screamed, thrashing in her bonds like a trapped animal. Whap! Whap! The tender flesh of her sex was so sensitive each stroke felt like a line of fire on her skin. Whap! Mala gave her just enough time for the pain to reach a searing peak before hitting her again. Whap! The hardest blow yet slapped into her wet sex, flicking away glistening droplets. She screamed until her throat ached, her bound body a tight ball of tension as she waited for the next agonising bite.
It never came. When the young princess finally managed to calm herself down enough, she stared up through tear-filled eyes at her cruel lover. Mala was glaring down at her, the strap that had caused her so much agony held loosely in one hand. Was it over? She sobbed hopelessly. The pain between her legs was too much. Her poor sex must be bleeding. It felt so hot and swollen she couldn't even bear to look down there.
"You do not play with yourself, Pippa. You do not let anyone touch you but me." The Amazon snapped. "You work instead." A hoarse keening was the only reply Penelope could manage. She was crying too hard to say anything else.
Her lover's fingers were on her again, pulling away the ropes keeping her arms in front of her legs. As soon as her wrists were free her hands flew to her wounded sex. Her legs collapsed on to the furs, shaking like little twigs. She moaned in pain, feeling the hot, swollen flesh of her privates.
Instead of comforting her, holding her close the way she longed to be held, her Amazon grabbed her hands tightly and forced them back up to her belly. They were tied up again before she could blink, a tight knot holding her wrists firmly in place. Her legs were next, trussed up by the ankles as they shivered with pain and exhaustion. The young princess was too tired and afraid to even protest as she found herself bound once again.
"Do not make me do this again." Mala growled above her, that low voice rumbling with anger. Penelope sobbed like a child, wanting more than anything in the world for her lover to touch her kindly, to wash away the agony of the strap with a soothing hug or kiss. Instead she watched in misery as her cruel Amazon rose and strode out of the tent without even a backward glance.
The naked princess was left there in the furs, crying and keening. Pain radiated from her tortured sex, joining the burning agony of her welted butt. Far worse though, was the knowledge of just how furious Mala was with her. It was clear her Amazon had lost all patience with her, and she only had herself to blame.
Why hadn't she tried harder the first time she'd forced her lover to punish her? Why hadn't she realised how important it was that she focus on her work instead of messing everything up? She cared about Mala. She'd spent every night for the past few weeks sleeping beside the towering Amazon. Why hadn't she realised how frustrated her lover was getting with her? The questions spun round and round her head, and there was only one answer she could find for all of them. She was stupid, really stupid. Stupid, slutty, naughty little Penelope. A worthless excuse for a princess who messed up everything good she'd ever had.
The naked princess lay there for a long time, hot, painful tears dribbling down her cheeks. It was night by the time Mala returned, and it was clear her lover's feelings towards hadn't improved in the slightest. The towering Amazon didn't speak a word to her. She had to suffer through being fed and watered like an animal without even the comfort of a pat on the head.
As soon as Mala was done, she turned and lay down to sleep, not even sparing a backward glance for Penelope. The young princess knew her lover was disgusted with her. With good reason.
Penelope curled up under her fur blanket. The cold, dull ache in her chest matched the burning agony searing up from her wounded butt and sex, so close to one another she couldn't even tell which was the more painful. Nor which was the one leaving her sobbing long into the night, unable to sleep. At last though, her exhausted body slipped away into a light slumber.
When she woke up the next morning to her lover's foot jabbing into her ribs, she knew the new day wasn't going to be any better for her. Mala stood above her, fully clothed and scowling. There'd be no fun morning games today, no languid lying together as those big warm hands explored Penelope's body, finding all her weak spots and leaving her hot and squealing for more. Instead, the young princess was dragged roughly to her feet.
Her legs were untied, then her arms. She couldn't help but reach down with both hands to her still painful sex. The soft skin was hot and tender, but there wasn't anything wrong she could feel. She smiled slightly, relieved that she hadn't been too badly injured after all. Penelope was still smiling when her lover reached up and slapped her hard across the face.
"Luhiri jara." The furious Amazon spat. Another slap on the other cheek snapped her head to one side. "First chance you get." Mala growled, glaring down at her with cold disgust. "Must I leave you tied up all day? Will that make you focus on something other than touching yourself?" Penelope sobbed hoarsely, tears dripping down her stinging cheeks. She wanted to explain herself, to tell Mala that wasn't what she'd been doing but the way her Amazon was glaring at her she knew it would only make things worse.
Usually Mala dressed her everyday, tying the white skirt round her hips with hands that lingered and caressed her pale skin, making her wriggle with delight. There was something so intimate and naughty about being dressed by another woman. This time, her Amazon tossed the scrap of cloth at her, and she only just managed to catch it awkwardly. She had to slip it round herself and tie it up with shivering fingers. It felt so cold by comparison, and her lips were trembling with misery by the time she was done.
Another rope was tied to the front of her leather collar. Before she could wonder what that meant, Mala turned and tugged her hard towards the entrance of the tent. Penelope stumbled forward. She was yanked like a disobedient dog out of the tent.
The Amazon camp was as busy as ever. Penelope felt far too many disapproving stares follow her as she was dragged by her lover. She must look awful, naked and collared, with tears dribbling down her face. Her butt was still so bruised and sore and her sex so tender even walking made her wince. It would be obvious to anyone who looked what Mala had done to her.
No doubt they'd all have a good laugh at the silly, sobbing princess as soon as she'd walked past. Everyone here hated her already. She'd seen as much by the way they scoffed and snapped at her, treating her like she was an idiot. Mala was the only one who liked her, and now she'd gone and messed that up too.
Harriet was waiting in the usual place just outside the matriarch's tent. Her eyes widened as she saw Penelope being dragged along by the obviously furious Mala. The young princess glanced down, feeling sick at the thought of this haughty bitch seeing her in such a miserable state. Harriet would think it was so funny.
Penelope watched miserably as her Amazon handed the rope still tied to her neck over to the waiting slave-girl. It was clear she wasn't going to be trusted anymore, not after she'd messed up so many times. Instead Mala was going to keep her bound, dragging her everywhere and forcing her to do as she was told.
The young princess could tell just by looking at her angry lover that any misbehaviour from this point on were going to be punished harshly. She could imagine it now, her furious, towering lover bending her over one knee in front of a crowd of jeering Amazons. She'd be red-faced and wriggling, her guts tingling with lust and shame as her vulnerable naked body was exposed. Then one huge, massive hand would smack across her quivering butt, hot enough to scorch her jiggling flesh raw.
Her eyes bulged at the hot tingles that thought woke in her still tender sex. She was doing it again! Her hands clenched tight, nails digging into her palms. Why was she such a filthy slut? How could anyone get turned on by the thought of being spanked in public like a naughty child?
"Try to teach this useless girl something if you can." Mala growled. "I'm beginning to believe she doesn't understand a word I say to her."
"Yes, Mala." Harriet winced, holding the rope gingerly in one hand.
"I'm sorry." Penelope whispered, as her lover turned away. Mala stiffened slightly, but didn't even bother looking back. Instead, the young princess had to watch the only person who cared about her in the world stride away and know she was the one who'd caused it all. It was torture. She felt like she was drowning, her chest so sore it was a struggle to even breath.
"You really managed to piss her off, didn't you." Harriet sighed. Penelope just stared for a moment at the other slave's face, struggling under a wave of self-pity. It was all too much. The hot, welted agony of her butt and sex, the cold aching misery and guilt of knowing how much she'd messed up. She burst into tears. The young princess wept like a child, keening and sobbing. "Got it bad huh, rich girl?" She heard the other slave murmur. Suddenly there was a hand on her shoulder, rubbing up and down her skin. "Come on now, calm down."
"I can't." Penelope managed to gasp out between sobs. She was shocked Harriet was even trying to comfort her, as poor as the attempt might be. It had seemed for a moment that there was no-one in the world who cared about her.
"Yes you can." Harriet replied, her gentle fingers brushing over Penelope's back. "I saw you after that whipping. You'd just taken five lashes and you still had the guts to sneer at me." The young princess sniffled wetly. It was true. She tried to remember how she'd felt then. The awful pain of the whip had been so much worse than the strapping of her butt and sex, and she'd managed to hold herself together afterwards. Only then Mala had comforted her, even though she'd been stupid enough to try and run away. Now her Amazon wouldn't even do that much. More tears flooded down her cheeks, hot and painful. "What's got you making such a fuss, anyway?" Harriet sighed. "I can see Mistress Mala decided to slap you round a little, but from what I hear that's nothing new."
Penelope started, choking on another sob. Did this haughty bitch know about her being spanked all the time? It seemed like Harriet did. The flush of hot shame shook her from her misery, and she managed to stand a little straighter.
"I did...something really bad." She sobbed. "Now she hates me." Harriet paused, her hand on Penelope's shoulder.
"Listen to me." The other slave-girl lent in closer, her voice low. "She doesn't hate you, alright? She's just damned pissed off. I've heard her talking about you to the matriarch. She thinks you're cute, even the way you manage to mess up all the time. Sure, you've made her angry, but Mistress Mala's the stubborn sort. She won't give up on you that easily."
"Really?" The sobbing princess asked. Her voice sounded so small and sad, but there was a tiny bit of hope in that one word.
"Yeah." Harriet nodded, her hand slipping from Penelope's shoulder. The young princess was kind of shocked to realise how comforting it had been. "She kind of likes you, even if she doesn't show it much. Don't know how you managed that. She's not the friendliest, even for an Amazon, but it's true."
"But...but...she's so mad at me now." Penelope sniffled. "I...don't know what to do to make her happy again."
"You want to fix this?" Harriet asked. The young princess nodded miserably, reaching up to wipe away the last of her tears. "Okay, I guess I'll help you." The other slave-girl sighed. "After all, I'm the one who'll take the blame if you're crying too much to learn anything. You're going to have to start listening to me from now on, okay? I'm tired of everything I say to you going in one ear and out the other."
"Yes...um, yes Harriet." Penelope nodded quickly. She felt a flicker of annoyance at the other girl's haughty tone, but even that moment of anger was a welcome change. For a while there she'd been half-convinced she'd never feel anything but miserable again.
"Good." Harriet switched to the Amazon language, speaking the foreign tongue with such ease and grace it made the young princess jealous just to listen. "We'll talk like this from now on. It'll help you learn quicker if you've got a reason to listen."
"Okay, I'll try." Penelope murmured, trying her hardest now to say the unfamiliar words as correctly as she could.
"First, I need to know what you did." Harriet continued. The young princess froze, heat flooding to her cheeks. She couldn't say that. It was way too embarrassing. "Come on now, I can't help you if I don't know how to fix it." Penelope glanced gingerly up at the other girl. Harriet's elegant eyebrow was arched, and there was a curious look in her dark eyes.
"Um..." The young princess paused, struggling to remember the words Mala had used to describe her latest naughty act. "I...um, touched myself instead of working." Harriet stared for a few long moments, frozen in place like a statue. Then she started giggling. Her laughter was high and clear, like the pealing of a bell. "Stop it!" Penelope scowled, stamping her feet. "This isn't funny!"
"It kind of is." Harriet chuckled. "I always thought you nobles were so prudish. Mistress Mala really has her ways to make a girl hot and bothered though, doesn't she?" She wriggled her fingers with a naughty grin. Penelope blanched, colour flooding from her cheeks.
"You...you slept with her?" The thought of Mala taking this common girl in her arms curdled in her guts like shards of glass.
"Of course I did." Harriet tossed her hair. "Not for while though, not since she's had you to satisfy her. That, isn't going to be a problem is it?" She frowned slightly, and Penelope knew she had to back down. No matter how awful it felt to think of her Amazon touching someone else that way, it had been before they'd met. It wasn't really cheating or anything.
"No." She shook her head, rubbing her arm awkwardly. Harriet's gaze narrowed, and the young princess had the uncomfortable feeling the other girl was trying to figure her out. What was so interesting?
"Good." Harriet continued in the Amazon tongue. "I can understand why she's angry. The Amazons think of us girls from the cities as luhiri jara. Like...a slut, I suppose is the word you'd use."
Penelope nodded along, struggling to understand as the other girl switched from one language to the other with effortless fluency. She flinched as soon as it all filtered through. Mala thought that of her? Just because of where she'd come from? But she'd been a virgin, a good girl. She wasn't a former prostitute like Harriet.
"Why though?" She asked, her heart aching.
"It's complicated." Harriet sighed. She frowned slightly. "I asked the matriarch once and she told me a little. It's to do with how we usually sleep with men. They all only like women, you see? So for them it's disgusting, only ever to be done if they need a child. They think we only do it at all because we can't control ourselves. Like we'd fuck anything that moves if we had the opportunity. So, when they take a slave from the cities they think she needs to be controlled until she can be trusted to behave herself. You touching yourself probably just proved as much to Mala."
"What can I do?" She asked miserably. Harriet stared back at her with a raised eyebrow. It took a moment for her to realise what the other girl was getting at. "Um...I'm sorry, what do I do?" She repeated, pouting in annoyance.
"Well saying sorry isn't going to work, no matter how cute you look when you do it." Harriet grinned again, flashing teeth. Penelope felt her blush return with a fiery vengeance. Did she say, cute? Was this girl...flirting with her? She wanted to say something, to let Harriet know she wasn't interested, but her voice didn't seem to be working anymore. "The Amazons are castaran gahara. It doesn't matter what you say." Penelope stared blankly at her, not understanding. She sighed and continued. "They don't think much of just words. You want to show Mala you're sorry, you need to work for it."
"So, I have to try harder." The young princess nodded, thinking she got it.
"Yes." Harriet's smile widened. She seemed pleased for once, and Penelope felt some of her wariness towards the other girl ebb away. "When she orders you to do something, you jump to it. If she decides to punish you again, no matter what for, thank her and ask for more. It might take a little bit, but she'll notice."
Penelope frowned. This all sounded a little too much like she was going to have to accept being a slave, accept that she was never going to escape or be rescued. Was that really something that she could do? Sure, she'd bungled along for the past few weeks, but she'd just been taking things day by day, not even daring to think about the future. This was different. This meant throwing herself absolutely into her new life, trying her very hardest to please her owner and knowing that was all she'd ever do with herself.
She was a princess, a girl of royal blood. She'd been born and raised to rule over others. Submitting herself to Mala instead seemed so scary. It felt like she'd be taking a road she wouldn't be able to undo. Could she really accept that this was all she'd ever be? Princess Penelope, the jewel of her Father's realm, reduced to a naked slave-girl for the rest of her life.
"Um...are you sure this will work?" She asked hesitantly. It was all too much for her to even try and say it in the Amazon language.
"I am." Harriet replied, and Penelope was shocked to see the other girl looked almost sympathetic now. "It'll be hard for you, I know, but you've seen what happens if you try to escape. There's no other way. Mala likes you, I promise she does. She just thinks she's got to do this to you, to teach you how to behave. Show her you can be good and she'll treat you better." Penelope felt her lips curl into a small smile. Mala liked her. After everything that had happened, she'd been half-convinced her Amazon had grown to hate her.
"Yes Harriet." She nodded eagerly. Harriet was right. This was her only choice. Besides, she wanted Mala to be pleased with her. It had been agony having her Amazon glare at her with frustration and disappointment. She'd suffer through as many spankings as it took to fix that.
"Okay then." The other slave-girl nodded with satisfaction, crossing her arms over her chest. "Oh, and call her Kallisas from now on. It means kind of like Mistress. She'll enjoy it if you do." There was a teasing glint in Harriet's eyes that made Penelope wonder if she was being tricked again, but she decided to accept the advice anyway. It was worth trying. "Now, I suppose I'd better teach you more about how a slave should speak."
The lesson continued on from there. This time Penelope found herself noticing something about her teacher that had never really filtered through before. Harriet was clever, like really clever. She'd clearly had no problems picking up a second language. And she was good at explaining things, better than any of the stuffy, boring tutors Penelope's parents had found her.
Perhaps it was because of their new understanding, but Harriet was also so much more patient with her. She was gently guided through her mistakes instead of being scoffed or snapped at. In turn, Penelope threw herself into the lesson, determined to show the other girl she could be good after all. Okay, maybe she wasn't as smart as Harriet, tough as that was to admit, but she could learn.
"Um...could I please serve you your food, Mistress?" She stammered, carefully forming each word under her teacher's expectant gaze.
"Exactly right, good girl!" Harriet clapped her hands. Penelope couldn't help but smile shyly back, her cheeks heating with a faint blush. Harriet was older than her, and her teacher, so she didn't mind so much being treated like a child."Okay, it looks like we'll have to finish here." The other girl glanced significantly over Penelope's shoulder. "Remember what I told you."
"Yes Harriet." The young princess whispered back, realising what the heavy footsteps behind her meant. Mala was back to pick her up. Penelope didn't look back, too worried about what she might see. If her Amazon was scowling at her again, she felt like her heart might break.
"Harri." Her lover's rough voice from just beside her. The young princess flinched as a large olive hand reached over her and grabbed the rope tied to her collar in a firm grip. "How did she do?" Mala sighed. The cold anger was gone from her voice, but Penelope's heart still ached at how frustrated her lover sounded. She forced herself to straighten. She had to fix this!
"Much better today." Harriet replied.
"Really?" Mala sounded surprised.
"Yes, she was trying very hard." The slave-girl explained, giving Penelope a small grin. The young princess smiled back.
"For once." Mala growled, giving the rope a firm tug. Penelope squealed in shock as she was dragged down, her naked body bent at the waist. "Thank Harri for your lesson, Pippa." The Amazon snapped beside her.
"Thank you, Harriet, for teaching me." Penelope squeaked. Her collar was digging into her neck, but she was determined not to cry or scream. She needed to show Mala she could be good.
"My pleasure, rich girl." Harriet replied, giving her a little wave. Mala clicked her teeth, and before the young princess could say anything more she was dragged back around by her collar. Her Amazon was marching away towards the edge of the camp and she had to jump forward to stop the rope tugging at her throat. Mala was obviously still annoyed with her, but now she knew how to fix things it didn't feel quite so awful.
Her gaze widened with surprise as she realised they were heading to a part of the camp she'd never seen before. There was a large paddock, like the one she'd had to share with the cows. Only this was occupied by four grazing horses. They were massive beasts, all of them, with huge muscled legs. One she recognised as Mala's big, spotted mount. It's head was up, nostrils flared as it sniffed the air.
Mala pulled her through a wooden gate. As soon as they were inside the horse turned and trotted over, tossing its mane. Penelope shrank back, still scared of the massive creature. It felt like the horse would hardly notice if it trampled her.
"Aya, good girl." Mala purred, raising a hand. The horse nuzzled at her, pressing it's long nose into her palm. Watching her lover smile and coo over this brutish beast sent a flicker of white-hot jealousy into Penelope's stomach. She started pouting and stamping her feet before she realised how silly she was being. This was just an animal. So what if her Amazon was being so much nicer to it?
Mala's hand slipped round to the side of the horse's head, and she gently guided the massive beast round towards the side of the paddock. Penelope was pulled along too, but she didn't get any kind words or caresses.
There was a small bucket sitting beside the fence, with a long handled brush inside. The young princess stared at them for a moment. Surely Mala didn't want her to...?
"Aya needs to be brushed once a day." The towering Amazon snapped, glancing over her shoulder to give the young princess a hard stare. "This will be your job from now on, Pippa. I will watch you until I am satisfied you can do as you are told." Penelope flinched at the news. The thought of going anywhere near this massive horse was terrifying. What if it decided to kick her? Then she remembered what Harriet had told her. It didn't matter what she wanted, not anymore. She had to do as Mala said.
"Yes, Mistress." She whispered uncertainly. Mala stiffened, a flicker of surprise passing through her dark eyes.
"Did Harri teach you to say that?" She asked.
"She did, Mistress." Penelope admitted, staring at her Amazon uncertainly. Mala glanced away, muttering something under her breath. The young princess only just caught it, but she could swear she saw her lover's lips curl into a slight smile. The sight made her heart soar. Harriet was right! This was how she could fix things!
"Get to work, Pippa." Mala was scowling again when she turned back, but the frustration had left her voice. Penelope stepped forward, staring gingerly up at the massive beast. How was she supposed to do this? It was such a big horse and she was a small girl. Smack! She jumped, squealing in shock. Her butt was stinging hot as she glanced back at Mala, her lips curled into a shocked little pout. "Work." The towering Amazon repeated.
The young princess started forward. She didn't want to get spanked again. The horse snorted loudly as she approached with the brush, making her shiver. It turned its massive head and looked right at her with big black eyes. Was this okay? It wasn't going to bite her or anything? She'd never liked animals much. They were too unpredictable.
She glanced pleadingly over her shoulder at her Amazon, but the impatient scowl on Mala's face told her she'd get no pity there. Penelope swallowed hard. She raised the brush and laid it against the horse's flank, gently pulling it through the animal's coarse fur. It watched her closely, head cocked to one side. Was it angry? Or just curious?
The young princess was very relieved when the massive beast seemed to lose interest and go back to chewing grass. This was much easier now she wasn't being watched. Slowly she moved round the horse's flank, brushing down until the spotted fur looked sleek and shiny. It all felt kind of like the way the maids had brushed her own hair, so careful and nervous. Had they been as scared of her as she was of upsetting this animal?
Maybe they had. She'd never been very nice to the servants back home. When they made mistakes, she'd always got so angry at them. She wasn't even quite sure why anymore. Was her hair being a little tangled such a catastrophe that she needed to spend hours screaming at the culprit?
Penelope bit thoughtfully on her lip, knowing it definitely wasn't. What had made her so mad all the time anyway? She wasn't like that anymore. The young princess sighed softly and went back to her work.
She moved carefully round the horse's front and did its other side too. Mala was still watching her the whole time, but she didn't mind. She knew if she did something wrong, her lover would stop her right there and make her set it right. Maybe that should have been annoying, but it wasn't.
Instead she found a strange comfort in knowing she was being looked out for all the time. Back home, no-one had cared much how badly she behaved, how many tantrums she threw or maids she screamed at. Here, if she did anything silly like that, Mala would pull her over one knee for a long, hard spanking. It felt safe somehow, having these boundaries put on her. She wasn't quite sure why, but it did.
Penelope glanced up, realising she was almost done. She brushed down toward's the horse's hindquarters with as much care as she could manage, trying to show Mala she was doing her best. Her lips curled into a small, satisfied smile as she stepped back, lowering the brush. Done. Even she had to admit the horse looked much better for her efforts, its flanks silky smooth.
She froze as her Amazon strode up beside her. Mala lent in in, rubbing a hand over the horse's side. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she checked Penelope's work. The young princess felt her throat tighten, anxiously turning the brush in her hands.
"Good, that was quite good, Pippa." Mala said at last. Yes! Penelope wanted to jump for joy. She'd almost forgotten how amazing it felt to be praised by her Amazon, like her whole body got all warm and fuzzy. "Make sure to do here as well, and here." Mala pointed at the horse's mane and tail.
"Yes Mistress!" The young princess squeaked eagerly. She had to stand on her tiptoes and reach up to brush out the horse's tail, but she managed. As she was doing the mane though, the massive beast moved suddenly, turning it's head to look at her. She squealed in shock, almost dropping the brush from her fingers. Mala's hand was on her waist before she could even blink, gripping her tightly and yanking her away from the horse. The Amazon's other arm had darted up between her and the horse, holding there in the air. Slowly, Mala reached out and brushed her fingers through the massive animal's mane, cooing softly.
Penelope watched in confusion. Then she realised what must have happened. Mala thought the horse had done something and had pulled her away to protect her. That thought sent warm tingles through her chest, and she couldn't help but let out a small sigh of delight. Her Amazon seemed to notice, and the grip on her waist eased. The young princess glanced up gingerly, a little afraid her lover might be mad at her for jumping like that. Instead, the towering woman was staring down at her with a thin smile.
"Are you scared of her, Pippa?" Mala asked, a hint of amusement in her rough voice.
"Yes Mistress." Penelope admitted. "She's so big."
"She has to be, to carry me." Mala chuckled roughly. The young princess found herself smiling too. She really liked the sound of her lover's laughter. "You don't have to be scared. She's very gentle."
"Really, Mistress?" Penelope stared gingerly at the horse's huge head. It looked like it could swallow her in a single bite if it wanted.
"Yes." Mala breathed, very close to her ear. Penelope trembled, struggling to listen through the flood of heat running up and down her skin. The way her lover's huge hand cupped her soft belly felt so naughty and possessive, like Mala was making sure she knew who she belonged to. "Here." The Amazon reached down with another hand to a pouch on her belt and drew out a large slice of apple. "I want you to feed this to her."
"Mistress?" Penelope frowned in confusion as the fruit was pressed into her small hand.
"You're going to be looking after her from now on." Mala explained. "I need you two to get used to each other." Penelope tried to straighten, struggling with how nervous she suddenly felt. She had to be brave now. She had to show Mala how good she could be. "Go on." A large hand patted her firmly on the butt. The young princess shuffled forward. The horse was staring at her hand very intently. It knew the apple was there, and wanted it. "Hold your hand up flat." Mala ordered behind her.
Penelope obeyed, raising her little hand slowly towards the animal's massive head. It lent in and sniffed hard, sending air tickling past her fingers. Then it opened its mouth and plucked the piece of fruit from her palm, hot lips brushing over her skin. It chewed and swallowed as she watched anxiously, then lifted its head to stare at her with dark, glistening eyes.
"I did it, Mistress!" Penelope couldn't help but glance back at her lover and grin with delight.
"Touch her neck, gently." Mala was smiling too, and she pointed at the horse's furry flank. Penelope's hand was shaking as she lifted it carefully. The horse sniffed her fingers, pressing its nose against them. She smiled as it tickled her skin. Feeling braver, she moved her hand round to the animal's massive long neck. It's fur was very soft, and her smile widened as it lent in towards her, pressing against her palm.
"Do you like getting petted?" She asked, brushing her hand up towards its long ears. The horse whinnied, lowering its head as she scratched at its scalp.
"She likes you." Mala purred behind the young princess, sounding very pleased. Penelope kept rubbing the horse's head, grinning to herself. Suddenly this wasn't scary at all anymore. She stared at the big horse, admiring its long, pretty lashes and broad back. It was a very beautiful animal, even if it was way too big. Slowly she let her hand drop, giggling at how the animal lowered its head for more petting. “Good girl, Pippa.” Suddenly Mala’s big palm was on her head, ruffling her hair. Penelope wriggled with delight, standing on tip-toes to press her head into her lover’s hand. She loved when Mala did this, it made her feel so safe and warm.
“Thank you, Mistress.” She whispered, her heart aching with gratitude towards her fierce Amazon.
“Come, you have more work to do.” Mala grabbed the rope tied to her collar and pulled her away. She had to carry the brush and bucket back into the camp and from there it was on to her usual chores. Only this time she was being watched the whole time by her Amazon. It was a little scary, particularly when she ended up making a few of her usual mistakes, but Mala just clicked her teeth and made her correct each one in turn. Plus, she made sure to do her very best and show her lover she was going to be good from now on. Afterwards she was stripped and washed off with her brush and cold water from the trough. Feeling her Amazon's hungry eyes tracing up and down her naked flesh made her wriggle with delight as the scratchy bristles scraped her tender skin.
In the evening, she had to serve dinner again. This time she rushed back and forth as quickly as she could, making sure she served the bowls as fast as surly Yurin could hand them out. That awful Kiri tried to sneer at her and say something mean, but she just turned her nose up and scurried back to Mala, leaving her bully to seethe. Her reward was another smile and pat on the head from her Amazon and some delicious table scraps to fill her empty belly. Then the usual bowl of porridge once everyone else was finished.
The young princess was so happy by the time Mala led her by the rope round her neck back to their tent. This day had begun just awful, but with Harriet's help and her own hard work she'd managed to turn everything around and make her Amazon pleased with her again. She'd have to remember to thank her teacher tomorrow.
“Strip, Pippa.” Mala ordered, as soon as they were inside the tent. Penelope shivered. Hearing her lover talk like this, so strict and commanding always made her belly throb with heat. She reached down and pulled her little white skirt away, folding it neatly over one hand and putting it down next to her. Mala made no move to undress herself, just staring down at the now naked princess with narrowed eyes.
Penelope shivered. She couldn't help but be aware of her own nakedness now, with her fully clothed lover glaring at her bare skin with so much hot hunger. It all made her feel strange, so small and vulnerable. At the same time, there was such a naughty thrill to having her naked body devoured by her Amazon's eyes. She couldn't help but ease her legs apart and roll her shoulders back, giving Mala an even better view of her boobs and hot, tingling sex.
A sharp gasp escaped her lips as Mala darted forward and grabbed her. Before she could even think her lover was kissing her hard, crushing her mouth. Those big, strong arms wrapped up her tiny body, huge hands rubbing up and down her back. They darted lower, cupping her plump butt and lifting her up into her Amazon's body. She trembled and moaned in her lover's fierce grip.
Penelope was smiling as Mala broke the kiss. This felt so good. Not just the way her lover's strong hands held her like a toy, even if that was enough to make her tremble with lust. Knowing her Amazon wasn't mad at her anymore made her so happy she could hardly bear it.
"Why are you so pleased with yourself?" Mala growled, giving her butt a hard squeeze that made her moan softly.
"Um...I'm glad you're not angry, Mistress." Penelope admitted, nervously nibbling on her lip.
"I should be." The Amazon sighed. "You did something very bad yesterday, Pippa. I don't want you doing anything like that ever again, okay?" The young princess nodded frantically, despite the faint blush heating her cheeks. She squealed in shock as Mala's huge hand darted round to her sex, rough fingers pressing into her tender flesh. "This is mine." The towering woman growled, sending hot shivers through Penelope's body. "Nobody touches you here but me, understand? Nobody."
"Yes Mistress." The young princess whimpered. It was a struggle to even speak. The way her lover had so casually claimed her sex, the most private place of her body, had set her head spinning. Part of her loved it, this casual expression of ownership. It made her whole body hot with lust.
Her Amazon was staring down at her, dark eyes wide and wet lips parted. Penelope knew her lover well enough by now to recognise Mala was almost as aroused as she was. She wasn't surprised at all when the towering woman lent in to press another hungry kiss onto her waiting lips.
When they broke apart again she saw her lover was frowning slightly. Penelope felt her heart go cold, terrified for a moment she'd made her Amazon angry again somehow. It was only when Mala let out a soft, confused sigh that she realised her lover wasn't actually mad.
"Um...what's wrong, Mistress?" The young princess asked hesitantly. Mala frowned again, in confusion this time. Her brow was furrowed thoughtfully as she stared down at the young princess with curled lips. Penelope shivered anxiously. She'd never seen her lover look this unsure before. Mala was always so strong and certain.
."How do you do this to me, Pippa?" The towering woman growled. "I know I should still be angry at you. I promised myself I'd stay angry this time until I was sure you'd learned your lesson, but I can't even pretend I am anymore." She scoffed and tossed her hair. Penelope giggled to herself. Her lover looked cute like this, so wound up with frustration. She wanted to see more of it. "Is there something funny, Pippa?" The Amazon scowled, but there was no anger in her dark eyes. Instead she looked almost amused.
"No Mistress." Penelope shook her head, then laughed again. Mala's eyebrow darted up.
"Are you being naughty again?" She growled, her voice low and rough. The young princess smirked back, feeling bold and cheeky.
"Maybe." Penelope giggled. "What will you do about it, Mistress?" Mala scoffed loudly. Penelope froze, staring up at her lover with a naughty smile. Her body trembled with anticipation. She couldn't wait to see what her gorgeous Amazon would do to her.
Mala moved like a pouncing tiger, tossing them both in a heap on the furs. Penelope squirmed with lust as her tiny body was covered by the weight of her lover. Mala's hands seemed to be everywhere, groping, pinching and squeezing at her tender flesh until she couldn't do anything but squeal and wriggle in delight.
"I'm going to punish you, naughty Pippa, just like you deserve." Mala growled above her, each word sending heat flooding though her body.
"Oh yes, Mistress." Penelope moaned, wriggling under the relentless groping of her lover's fingers. Oh, she wanted it, wanted it so badly it hurt.
Suddenly she felt rough ropes on the skin of her wrists. A hot moan escaped her lips as her arms were roughly bound behind her back, leaving her even more helpless in the hands of her lover. Her legs were next. Even pulling against the tight knots and finding no way to escape made her tremble with lust. She loved being tied up. Why try to fight it any longer?
"Time for your punishment." Mala purred above her. The young princess moaned with anticipation. She wanted Mala to punish her. Her head swum with delicious possibilities. She was such a naughty little slut, touching herself and getting all hot and bothered when she was tied up. It was only what she deserved and Mala was going to give it to her.
She was panting hard as her lover rolled off her and sat up to one side. Her body was dragged by Mala's strong arms over the Amazon's lap. She moaned as her naked sex pressed into the hard muscles of her lover's thighs, spreading her thighs a little wider to get more of that delicious feeling.
Mala's huge hand settled over her butt, fingers digging into the pale flesh. The young princess raised her hips, presenting her soft cheeks for her lover's painful attentions.
Smack! Penelope moaned as that huge painful hand landed hard across her butt. The stinging pain came an instant later, sinking deep into her tender flesh. Instead of smacking her again, Mala paused. Penelope squeaked in shock when her lover's hard fingers slipped down under her butt to find her aching sex. They teased over her tingling skin, making her wriggle and moan. Smack! Just as the pleasure became almost impossible to bear, she felt another hard spank slam into her butt.
A hungry little squeal escaped her lips. Mala's fingers were back between her legs now, sending hot sparks crackling through her flesh. Smack! Smack! On and on it went, her lover taking her just to the edge of release each time before slapping her hard enough to jolt her away. Smack! She waited for each spank with tingling anticipation, her plump butt quivering in the air. More, she wanted more! Smack! Smack! Smack!
Her butt was burning now, the skin hot and tingly. She was moaning like the slut she was, hot and hungry for her lover's touch. This was just what she wanted. To be at Mala's mercy, a plaything in her fierce Amazon's grip. Smack! The hardest slap yet squashed both her plump cheeks into her thighs. She screamed out as pain seared through her flesh. It hurt, but at the same time it only made her even hotter.
When her Amazon's huge hand slipped back into her sex she couldn't help but scream. Those massive fingers spreading her wide, taking control of her. It felt so right, just what she needed, just what she deserved. Mala's words echoed through her mind as her lover thrust inside her. Her sex was her lover's toy now.
"Mistress, oh...Mistress." She babbled, hardly even able to hear her own voice. "Please Mistress. Oh yes!" She screamed as the release came, thrashing like a trapped animal on her lover's lap. It went on and on, Mala's hard fingers milking more and more fiery pleasure out of her throbbing sex. She shrieked out, her legs shaking so hard they almost pulled the rope at her ankles apart.
It seemed to take hours for her to recover, and she lay there shivering in her Amazon's lap the whole time. When she finally felt the white-hot heat of orgasm fade away, she found that Mala was gently stroking her back with one hand, while the other continued to play with her sensitive sex, sending crackling aftershocks into her belly. She whimpered softly. Every slight touch against her tender skin was painful, but the pain felt so good.
Mala lowered her head and gazed down at the satisfied princess, a gentle smile on her gorgeous face. Penelope stared back, feeling like she was looking at her lover through a misty haze. She never wanted this to end. She wanted Mala to hold her forever and ever. Then the towering Amazon's smile widened.
"My turn now." She growled. Penelope squeaked as she was tossed from her lover's lap to land in a heap on the furs. She didn't even have time to catch her breath before she found Mala sitting over her, legs spread wide. The young princess watched raptly as her lover stripped off her fur clothing, revealing her tight, round boobs and perfect sex. Penelope felt her mouth go dry, her tongue slipping free of her plump lips. She wanted this too. She wanted to bury her face between those gorgeous muscled legs and taste her Amazon.
Mala squatted lower, her sex just teasingly out of reach. Penelope could smell her lover's delicious arousal, see the glistening drops on those plump, swollen lips. She craned her neck, sticking out her tongue, but she still couldn't quite reach. Frustrated, she wriggled in her bonds. Why was Mala doing this? Her tongue got so close, but Mala just lifted up a little more and she was thwarted once again.
"Stop it, Mistress." She pouted, her voice trembling with need. "Let me please you."
"Only if you beg for it." Mala purred in reply, sounding like a hungry tiger. Penelope stuck out her tongue as far as it could go, the little pink muscle wriggling in the air. It wasn't enough.
"Please, Mistress." She whimpered, wriggling in her bonds. "Please let me! Please! I need it!" She really did. Her whole body burned with the desire to taste her lover once again. She couldn't take much more of this. Every part of her screamed for it. "Please please please!" She gasped. Her mouth was still open as Mala suddenly sat down on her face, her lips squashed into her lover's delicious sex.
She moaned in relief at the familiar taste of her Amazon's arousal tingling on her tongue. By now, she knew just how to please her lover and begun licking frantically up and down the plump, swollen flesh. Mala moaned above her, the delicious sound enough to make her shudder with lust.
Her Amazon's muscled thighs squeezed the princess hard between them. Sensing her lover wanted a quick release, Penelope rolled her tongue and thrust it hard up into her lover's sex. She found the swollen nub of her Amazon's clit and licked it up and down. Her tongue fluttered against Mala's tender flesh until she felt the moment of throbbing orgasm and her face was drenched with sticky juices. She moaned with delight as her lover trembled above her.
This felt almost as good as climaxing herself. The physical pleasure was one thing, but squirming underneath her lover's body, her tongue being used like a toy to please Mala, just seemed so right. She wriggled with delight as her fierce Amazon squatted down again. Her little, pink tongue flickered free to taste her lover once more. This was where she was supposed to be.
"Again, Pippa." Mala growled, her commanding tone sending shivers of delight down Penelope's spine. "Slower this time. I want to enjoy you." The young princess obeyed, trying to slow her eager licking and give her lover all the pleasure she could. Mala hissed softly, grinding her muscled thighs against Penelope's head. She lent back, reaching behind her until her huge hands found the princess' large, quivering boobs. Penelope moaned in delight as her soft, pale flesh was squeezed between her lover's fingers.
It went on and on like that. The naked princess licked her lover to climax after climax, until her tongue was sore and her cheeks were aching. Even after her explosive orgasm, the thrill of serving her Amazon like this had her own sex tingling and hot again, and she ached with longing to reach down there and give herself release. She wouldn't though, not even if her lover untied her. Mala had made it clear who her pleasure belonged to now.
At last, Mala rolled over to one side. There was a very satisfied smile on her gorgeous face and she stretched out her body like a languid lion. She pulled Penelope up until they lay right next to each other. Still bound the princess wriggled forward until she was buried in the warmth of the Amazon's chest. Mala's arm wrapped around her small body, one large hand rubbing up and down her back. The other was down by her thighs, squeezing and moulding her pale butt-cheeks between hard fingers.
Penelope had never felt happier in her life. Nothing could dent the wild joy that made her smile like a madwoman. Not even the lingering ache between her legs, growing more and more insistent as Mala continued to play with her tender flesh. She didn't know what this feeling was. This impossible warmth that filled her up fit to bursting. All she knew was that her Amazon was the only one in the world who had ever made her feel this way, and she wouldn't give that up for anything.
The young princess, heir to a kingdom, trembled at that thought. She knew now that she'd never return to the comforts of her former life. She would never rule from her Father's throne, and never take revenge on her treacherous sister, but suddenly none of that mattered. Princess Penelope was an Amazon's slave-girl now, Mala's slave-girl, and that was all she wanted to be.
She snuggled even closer to the warmth of her lover's body. Even the feeling of that hard, olive skin on hers filled her with so much joy she could hardly think. She had to say something, give voice to the feelings surging through her young body.
"I love you, Mala." She whispered.
"What was that?" Her lover, her owner, her Mistress, asked gently, playing with curls of her hair.
"Nothing, Mistress." She murmured, raising her head to stare up at her Amazon with soft, doe eyes. "Just...thank you for everything." Mala smiled back, but she could sense the slight confusion in her lover's gaze. Rather than try and explain herself, the young slave-girl just rested her head on her lover's chest, enjoying the way that big, warm hand ran through her soft hair. Mala sighed softly and relaxed, their two bodies laying against each other.
"Good girl, Pippa." Penelope heard her lover murmur, those words making her shiver with delight. "Sleep now." And she did, slipping away into a warm, happy slumber.
When the young slave-girl woke the next morning, she found herself alone and unbound. That was strange enough. Usually Mala was there to wake her up, and there had been days where her lover had enjoyed her body and tongue several times before they even left the tent. After everything that had happened last night though, Penelope found her heart started to ache at her Amazon's absence. Why had Mala left her here alone? Didn't they love each other?
She found her white skirt folded neatly where she'd dropped it the previous night. Rubbing her eyes, she got dressed. What was she supposed to do now? She felt a little lost without Mala's instructions. Well, every morning she was supposed to have a lesson with Harriet, so that seemed like a good place to start. Maybe her lover would come find her once she was done.
Sighing to herself, she stepped out of the tent. As she wandered through the bustling camp of Amazons, she noticed more than a few of the towering women pause in their labours to stare at her. Some even whispered to each other in low, rough voices, too quiet for her to hear. What was going on now? This had happened when she first arrived and everyone wanted a look at the new slave-girl who couldn't keep herself out of trouble, but after all those weeks she'd thought the Amazons were used to her by now.
Penelope stepped up to the matriarch's tent. She could hear muffled voices from inside. One of them sounded just like Mala's and she crept closer, eager to catch a glimpse of her lover. The flap leading inside was open slightly and she lent forward, trying to peek in.
Sure enough, her Amazon was sitting there on a coloured carpet, along with the awful Kiri and then the matriarch too. Mala was scowling, and even the old Amazon didn't look too happy. There was someone else with them, and she had to swallow her gasp of surprise as she saw the woman was wearing steel plate armour like one of her father's knights.
Why was someone from the kingdom here? The woman was speaking to the matriarch now in the Amazon language, with a thick accent she found hard to understand. Penelope slipped a little closer. Was this about her? Had the knight come to rescue her? Did she really want that?
"Rich girl?" She jumped, whirling round to find Harriet staring at her. The other slave looked quite worried. "Come, away from there." She reached out and grabbed Penelope by the hand, dragging the young slave-girl back into the camp "You shouldn't listen in on the matriarch. She'd be furious if she knew."
"Sorry, Harriet." Penelope murmured nervously. The last thing she needed was to give that wrinkled old bitch another reason to be angry at her. "I was looking for Mala."
"She told me to come find you." Harriet sighed. "We must just have missed each other." Penelope nodded, letting herself be led back to the tent she shared with Mala. Harriet slipped inside, pulling her along to the pile of furs where she'd slept. They sat down together. Harriet straightened expectantly, obviously hoping they could begin their lesson but the young princess couldn't forget what she'd just seen.
"Um...there was a woman from the kingdom with the matriarch, a knight." Penelope begun. "Who was she?" Harriet paused, frowning slightly.
"Nothing you need to worry about, rich girl." She sighed. "Sometimes the matriarch meets with them. They talk about land rights and other boring things. The kingdom's trying to stop the Amazon tribes raiding caravans. I think there's supposed to be some big-shot coming soon who's going to sort the whole thing out, but I wouldn't hold my breath."
"Oh." Penelope murmured. So it wasn't about her after all. She hadn't even known her Father was trying to stop the Amazon raids. No-one told her anything back home.
"Enough of that." Harriet lent forward with an eager smile, switching effortlessly to the Amazon language. "How'd it go yesterday with Mala?" Penelope blushed hot as soon as she understood.
"Um..." She swallowed hard, struggling to find the right words through her embarrassment. "It went very good."
"I think the whole camp knows that." Harriet smirked, raising a teasing eyebrow. Penelope stared back, not understanding. "We all heard you screaming, little slut." The other slave-girl winked at her. "The way the matriarch dragged me into bed afterwards, I think she was trying to compete with Mala."
"Oh no!" Penelope's hand flew to her lips. Had she really been that loud? No wonder all the Amazons had been staring at her today! It was so embarrassing. Harriet laughed at her, high and clear, but this time she knew the other girl wasn't being mean. "Um...thank you, for helping me, with Mala." She murmured, struggling to hide her blushing cheeks. "Sorry I was mean to you before."
"My pleasure." Harriet smiled gently at her. "Guess I was maybe wrong about you too. You're alright, for a rich girl." Penelope grinned. They were friends now, right? That was how it worked! Her first friend, ever! Sure, she'd had playmates when she was younger, but they'd always turned into bitches. Harriet was different though, she was nice. "Okay, enough fun. Time for work now." The other slave-girl crossed her arms over her chest."I want you to tell me what happened yesterday, everything that you can." Penelope blushed again. She was pretty sure her new friend had other motives for wanting her to talk about this, but it would help with her lessons too, right?
When Mala bowed into the tent some time later the two slaves were giggling away like schoolgirls. Penelope glanced up at her lover with the cutest smile she could manage, her eyes soft and loving. Mala stared back, looking a little tired for some reason, her dark eyes dull.
"Leave us, Harri." The towering Amazon said, with a glance at Harriet.
"Yes, Mala." Harriet scrambled to her feet and darted for the door, but not without giving Penelope a little wink that made the young slave-girl blush furiously. As soon as she was gone, Mala strode over and collapsed into the furs with a weary groan.
"Are you alright, Mistress?" Penelope asked carefully.
"Yes, Pippa, I'm fine." Mala sighed, spreading out on the furs. It didn't look that way.
"Can I do something for you?" The young slave-girl wrung her hands, desperate to make her lover feel better.
"No." Mala shook her head. "Just come, sit with me for a little. Then we'll put you back to work." She patted her lap and Penelope squirmed eagerly over. She sat herself down on her owner's knee. Underneath her thin skirt she was still naked, and she shivered with delight as her soft butt squashed into the hard muscles of her Amazon's thighs. One of Mala's arms wrapped around her side and she moaned softly as a huge hand found one of her boobs and gave it a firm squeeze. Was her lover feeling frisky again? She hoped so.
Mala's other hand was playing with her hair, tangling soft strands around a finger. Penelope sighed, relaxing back into her Amazon's body. Her owner was still playing with her chest, cupping her large boobs and squeezing gently at the pale flesh, but Mala didn't seem to be in the mood for anything more. She found she didn't mind, despite the wet heat simmering away between her legs. It felt nice, just being closer to her lover.
She sat there in her owner's lap for a little while longer. Then Mala shifted underneath her, a hand reaching down to pat her firmly on the butt. Understanding, she slipped back onto her feet.
"What now, Mistress?" She asked, staring raptly as her owner rose from the furs. Those muscles, wow! She didn't think she'd ever get tired of watching Mala move.
"Come, it's time for you to brush Aya again." Mala waved a hand towards the door.
"Yes Mistress!" Penelope nodded eagerly. She followed her lover back out into the camp, ready to work.
Of course she was still curious about that knight, and her lover's strange mood. She had a sneaking suspicion that the two were related. Something about that meeting with matriarch had made her owner tired and unhappy. Only it wasn't really the business of a slave-girl, was it? She put it out of her head, deciding instead to focus on what was important. Pleasing her lover and working hard.
A few days passed, long enough for the whole matter to fade from Penelope's mind. Things had gone very well for her. She threw herself into the work of slave-girl, desperate to make sure her lover stayed happy with her. It wasn't only Mala who noticed either. Even the other Amazons stopped being quite so surly with her. The nicer ones started smiling instead of scowling at her and she had one or two she could chat to while working, though she noticed they still kept their distance whenever Mala was around.
Of course it was still the evenings she looked forward to the most, when she and her lover were alone to enjoy each other. Mala was rough with her, but the spankings and teasing only excited her even more, and she ended most nights with a stinging butt and wet, aching sex. Her owner could be so gentle too, holding her close as they lay together in the furs and stroking her back tenderly. In those lovely moments, Penelope felt so happy it made her sob into her Amazon's chest, her heart filled up fit to bursting.
Then one day Mala ordered her to help Yurin and Harriet prepare a meal for the evening. It was the first time she'd ever had to handle any cooking. Yurin was as surly as ever, directing the pair of younger slave-girls with grunts and gestures to cut up some vegetables for the beef stew she was preparing. The dark skinned women was taking a lot of care over the meal this time, and seemed to be rather on edge. Sitting beside her friend and working on dicing up a large tray of carrots, Penelope wondered just what was happening.
"Do you know what's going on today?" She asked Harriet hesitantly. The other slave-girl paused, giving Yurin a significant look. As soon as the dark-skinned woman wasn't watching anymore, she turned to Penelope with a slight smile.
"Someone important's here to meet the matriarch, all the way from the Kingdom." She explained. "She's trying to stop the caravan raids and she came to this camp first. We're supposed to be serving her dinner tonight with the whole tribe."
"Really?" Penelope gasped in shock. Someone from her home was here?
"Yeah, I caught a glimpse of her earlier." Harriet lent in, her voice a low whisper. "She's pretty, but kind of arrogant-looking. Young too. Only your age maybe."
"Oh." Penelope lent back over her vegetables, not wanting to give Yurin an excuse to shout at her. Her mind was racing as she cut awkwardly at the carrots. She really hoped this envoy didn't recognise her. What kind of fuss would it cause if her Father found out his eldest daughter and heir was trapped as a slave-girl to a tribe of Amazons? No doubt he'd send his knights straight away to rescue her.
Penelope frowned to herself. She knew she should want that, want to go home to her home and family, but she'd already made her peace with what had happened to her. It was hard sometimes being a slave, but she was used to that by now. If it meant leaving Mala, and even Harriet behind, there was no way she wanted to go. Maybe she could talk to her Father, get him to bring her lover and only friend back to court with her. Or maybe she should just make sure this envoy didn't get a good look at her.
With Yurin breathing down her neck, she didn't have a chance to ask Harriet anything more. The stew was soon cooking away nicely, filling the air with the delicious smell of spiced meat which made Penelope's mouth water. Following the cook's terse instructions the two young slave-girls set the table and then stood to one side beside each other, ready to serve the meal as soon as the Amazons arrived to eat.
Penelope tried to stay still, wanting to be good, but she couldn't help fidgeting. This was all happening so fast. What if the guest was someone she knew? It would be so embarrassing for one of the noble girls from court to see her like this, collared and half-naked. They'd all hated her too, so she'd probably end up being laughed at again. At least if they found what had happened to her funny, they might decide not to tell her Father after all.
"Stand straight, rich girl." Harriet hissed from beside her. "They're coming." Penelope stiffened, slipping her hands up behind her back where no-one would see them wriggling. Sure enough, the tribe of Amazons filtered in from the camp, taking their places at the table. There were five seats left empty at the head, where the matriarch usually sat.
Then the old Amazon arrived, striding in with a commanding sneer. Mala was beside her, a frown on her gorgeous face, and Kiri bringing up the rear. There were two others behind them, too short to see, but she caught glimpses of steel plate armour. Penelope stood on tip-toes, trying to see past the trio of towering Amazons to where the Kingdom's envoy must be.
Mala stepped to the side, going for one of the chairs. Behind her, Penelope saw a knight in full armour, a pale woman with raven-black hair. The same one who'd been meeting with the matriarch before. Not the envoy then, but her guard.
Kiri moved next, slinking round the table like a snake. The matriarch turned, waving the pair behind her forward, and Penelope finally saw the kingdom's envoy. A girl, just like Harriet had said, around her own age, if a little younger.
She was tall and slender, with long blonde hair the exact same golden colour as Penelope's own. Cold, blue eyes flickered up, like shards of gleaming ice, then pale lips moved, mouthing two words the young princess could read even from this distance.
"Hello Penny." The envoy sneered. Then she smiled, like a wolf scenting blood.
"No." Penelope gasped, her heart going cold in her chest. She should have known. Should have guessed. It felt like a kick in the guts and yet it all had been so obvious. She'd been too scared and too stupid to even think that this could happen.
"What is it?" Harriet asked, giving her a worried look. "What's wrong?"
"That's...my sister." The young slave-girl stammered, the words cold in her tight throat.
Author's Note: Dun dun dun! Grace returns, and she has plans for Penelope. Just when things were going well.
I felt like things were moving a little too slowly so I skipped quite a lot of time in this chapter just to get Penelope in a place where it would have the most impact dropping this on her. I also wanted her to be able to speak to the Amazons but would rather not waste time writing about pretend lessons in a pretend language that doesn't even make any sense. Let me know if you think it works, or doesn't!
The next chapter is going to be quite a bit darker, which might give you a clue where things head. Thanks for reading and I really appreciate all the reviews!