Princess Penelope And The Amazons: Part 1

The royal carriage trundled along the rough country roads, pulled by a team of beautiful snow-white mares. Inside, princess Penelope sat on a cushion, a scowl on her face. She was on her way to be married. And she didn’t like it. 

She’d tried everything to stop this. Screaming at her parents, tearing up her bedroom and throwing her shoes at them, screaming some more, but this time her Daddy had refused to back down. To Penelope, who was used to every problem she had getting solved with a good tantrum, this had been a new and scary situation. The King had started to make awful threats. He’d take away her nice dresses, he’d stop buying her all the lovely jewellery she needed. The young princess had started to panic. Her options quickly running out, she’d resorted to throwing herself on the bed and screeching until her throat hurt. 

Then her mother had come to her rescue. The Queen had offered her screaming, thrashing daughter a way out. Penelope would go to Castle Hothar and meet her fiance, prince Jeremy. They would spend a week together getting to know each other. Then it would be up to the two of them to decide if they still wanted to get married or not. The princess had agreed at once. 

Of course, she had no intention of marrying anyone. Prince Jeremy was a famous knight, handsome and brave, but he wasn’t anywhere near good enough for her. Plus, he’d want icky things like children from her. Penelope hated babies. They stank and made awful noises. There was no way she going to let some man put any in her. 

So, she’d made a cunning plan. She would go to the Castle, meet the prince, and then make sure he wanted nothing to do with her. She was going to be the worst fiancee ever. When prince Jeremy refused to marry her, it would look like his fault and not hers. Then her parents would have to back down and let her do what she wanted again. She’d been so pleased with herself. 

Now that her meeting with the prince was mere hours away, she wasn’t so sure about her little scheme. What if Jeremy was charmed by her? Penelope knew she was very beautiful. She’d discovered long ago that men would do anything for her if she only fluttered her big baby-blue eyes at them. More recently, she’d also learnt that bending over to reveal a hint of cleavage had much the same effect. She was quite short for a girl of nineteen, something that worried her a little, but her full figure more than made up for it. With her slender waist, large, perky bosom and wide hips, she knew her body was the kind of hourglass perfection men wrote songs and poems about. Well, they could sing all they wanted. Penelope had yet to meet a man or boy who she considered worthy of even laying a finger on her. She knew she was far too good for any of them. In the end though, she was most proud of her long, honey-blonde hair, reaching almost down to her butt when she had it untied. She could spend hours turning and preening in front of the mirror, just admiring how it looked in different styles. 

As soon as the prince saw her, Penelope had no doubt he was going to fall madly in love with her. What if that meant she couldn’t drive him off, no matter what she did? What if he just kept pursuing her anyway? The young princess admitted the idea had a certain wicked appeal, but it would spoil all her plans. She would have to be careful. Lying back, she closed her eyes and tried to scheme some more. What could she do to make certain even a madly lovestruck prince would want nothing to do with her? 

Then the carriage pulled to a sudden stop. Penelope was jolted forward off her pillow and fell in a heap on the floor. She was up in a flash, smoothing down her pink dress with a furious scowl on her face. Her hands were shaking with the beginnings of another epic tantrum as she reached for the carriage door. That idiot groom was going to get a piece of her mind now! 

"Alright, what the Hell is going…” Her shrill shriek died in her throat. There was a woman standing outside the carriage, the tallest woman Penelope had ever seen. 

For a few long moments, the young princess was utterly lost for words. She just stared blankly at the woman’s muscled belly. The stranger was wearing almost nothing, just a few strips of animal fur over her hips and chest, and a pair of leather strapped sandals. Every part of her bulged with muscle, from her tree-trunk legs to her hard, rippling shoulders. She looked like she could snap a girl like Penelope in half with bare hands. The young princess felt the first flicker of fear. She swallowed hard, her mouth dry. Then she raised her head, glancing up and up and up until she found a face glaring down at her. The woman was fierce-looking, olive-skinned and dark eyed, her black hair cut messily above her ears. 

“You really don’t when to shut up, do you, Penny?” A very familiar voice echoed from just behind the big stranger. Penelope bristled as her angry gaze found her younger sister Grace sitting on a large, black horse. 

“What are you doing here?” The princess spat. Grace was supposed to be back at the palace! 

“Why would I need that?” Penelope scowled. She’d always hated the way Grace talked to her, so snide and clever, like she had a million secrets behind that smile. Of course, she also hated how her younger sister was somehow taller than her, even if she wasn’t quite as beautiful. And how much of a goody-two-shoes Grace was, always doing everything their parents wanted. 

“One never knows what can happen on the road.” Grace lent forward, holding the reins of her horse. “Speaking of, there’s someone I’d like to introduce you to. The woman you were just screaming at is Mala, a warrior of the Amazons.” Penelope gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. She glanced back at the tall, fierce warrior still glaring down at her. A real Amazon! She’d never seen one before. “Mala is a mercenary.” Grace continued. “I’ve hired her to take care of a small problem for me.” Penelope frowned in confusion. What problem? Her sister was gazing at her expectantly, with a single raised eyebrow. It was like she was waiting for Penelope to guess the answer to a riddle. 

“You’re paying her to protect me.” The young princess sighed, understanding at last. Why couldn’t Grace just say that from the start? “Thank you, sister, but I don’t think anyone is going to attack the royal carriage.”

“My God, I always forget how dumb you are.” Grace laughed, a cold, sarcastic sound that made Penelope’s skin crawl. “The problem I want taken care of is you, dear sister. Mala is going to make sure you never make it to Castle Hothar.” The young princess froze. The words her sister was saying just didn’t make sense. They were all jumbled up in her head. 

“What?” She whispered. 

“You see, I’m tired of being second in line to a spoilt little cunt like you.” Grace continued, her voice cold. “I’m going to take your place, Penny. Prince Jeremy is mine, as soon as I take a bit of time to charm him, and the kingdom is going to be mine too. Once dear old Mom and Dad are dead of course.” Penelope shrank back at the wild look on her sister’s face. She was so confused. Nothing made sense. Why was Grace saying these things to her? 

“I don’t understand.” She managed to stammer. 

“Of course you don’t.” Grace sneered. “You’re so stupid you’ve even managed to suck the joy out of my moment of triumph. Ah well, at least I can take some pleasure in that blank look of shock on your face. Mala, lakarsha!” Penelope watched her sister nod to the fearsome amazon. Grace spoke their language. Since when? 

“Colopse” The warrior replied. She lent over, muscles bulging, and reached a massive hand towards the young princess. Penelope screamed in terror. Before she could even think, her body had already turned and sprinted off. She darted for the front of the carriage, her pink dress flowing round her flailing legs. There was no groomsman. There was no-one even sitting there anymore! What had happened? Where were her guards? Where was anyone? 

She heard the patter of heavy footsteps behind her and screamed again. She leapt for the front of the carriage, clambering up so her belly lay across the groomsman’s seat. If she could just sit up and get the horses moving again she’d be safe. Then a hand grabbed her round one flailing foot. She screeched and kicked out with other leg. Her foot hit something very hard. It was grabbed too before she could draw it back, in a tight grip so hard it made her ankles ache. 

She screamed and made a grab for the side of the carriage. Her hands closed round air as she was dragged back by her legs, landing on her belly in the dirt. She let out a choking gasp as the wind was knocked out of her. Her attacked pulled her backward, and her face hit the ground. She tasted dirt, spluttering for air. No, no, no…this couldn’t be happening. Not to her.

 

She felt her legs being forced together, and suddenly there was something being wrapped tightly around her ankles. Struggling and squirming with all her strength did nothing. The hands holding her didn’t even seem to feel it. At last, her legs were let go and they flopped down in the dirt. She got her hands underneath her and tried to rise, but something slammed hard into her back, pinning her down like a worm. A choking gasp escaped her lips. The warrior was standing on her! Her beautiful dress was getting all muddy and filthy! She couldn’t believe anyone could be so brutish.  

The foot on her back pressed down even harder, until the pressure of the wooden sole started to dig into her skin. Then she felt a hand on her wrist. Her arm was wrenched out from underneath her, pulled back so hard she saw stars. The other was grabbed moments later, and suddenly she was on her face in the dirt with her hands held up behind her back. 

She tried to pull her arms away from the vice-like grip, but the warrior didn’t budge. Instead, her thin wrists were forced together, and she felt another rough woven rope pull tight around them. The fiber was against bare skin this time and felt so awful it brought tears to her eyes. She tried to wriggle them apart, but the rope just bit deeper. The knot felt impossible to break. Her shoulders were so sore. 

She sobbed helplessly, her young body assaulted by more pain than she’d ever imagined. The foot grinding on her back, the ache in her face and stomach from where she’d hit the ground and now the burning in her shoulders. It was almost a relief when she felt the Amazon force her hands into the small of her back. They were pinned there by the rope, but at least her shoulders didn’t hurt as much anymore. 

Then she felt the foot on her back move down to her side. It pressed hard against her ribs until the toes slipped under her. She was flipped over onto her back before she could even think to wriggle away. Suddenly she was staring up at the towering figure of the Amazon. Down here on the ground, the warrior seemed like a mountain glaring down at her. 

“Please, please, don’t kill me.” She begged. The Amazon made no reply. Penelope squirmed in panic, her bound legs wriggling away underneath her. The knots were merciless. She glanced around, searching for someone, anyone to help her. Her frantic gaze found her sister, watching all this from her horse with a cold smile. “Grace, please!” Penelope screamed, as loudly as she could “Grace! Please don’t let her kill me!” 

“Oh, stop screeching, Penny, you’re making my head hurt.” Grace sighed. “She’s not going to kill you, alright? I’m not a monster. I just need you out of the way.” Penelope was panting hard as the fierce amazon leant back over her. She wasn’t going to get killed? Then what was happening? The warrior grabbed her by the scruff of her dress, and she was pulled back up with one massive hand. Suddenly she was in the air, legs dangling underneath her, held in one hand like she weighed nothing. The warrior lifted her closer, until their faces were just inches apart. Penelope was breathing hard, her heart pounding in her chest. A sharp squeal of shock escaped her lips. 

“Ran tara.” The Amazon growled, her voice low and rough. 

“Mala thinks you’re noisy.” Grace laughed, a sound like ice cracking. “You might want to fix that. Nobody wants a noisy slave, after all.” 

"Slave?” Penelope whispered, wilting under the warrior’s fierce eyes. Who was a slave? 

“That’s right, Penny.” Grace’s voice oozed sarcastic praise. “You belong to Mala now. Her tribe lives in a lovely village nearby. She’s going to take you back there to be her naughty little slave, to use and abuse all she wants. I spent a long time planning this, and I couldn’t imagine a better fate for a spoilt brat like you.”

“What?” Penelope gasped. That didn’t make any sense at all. She couldn’t be a slave. She was a princess. 

“Ja polios.” The Amazon grunted, sounding angry. She glanced over her shoulder at Grace, her eyes narrowed. 

“Klini.” Grace snapped waspishly, tossing her hair. “Alright, Penny, I’m afraid your new owner’s getting a little impatient, so we’ll have to cut things short. Before we part ways, I just want to make sure you know that no-one’s ever coming to help you. I’ll tell Mother and Father and anyone else who cares that you ran away from your marriage like a scared little bitch. They’ll believe me of course. They know just how unhappy you were. I expect they’ll send a search party or two, but how will they ever find you when they’re looking in the wrong direction?” She laughed again, colder and crueler than Penelope had ever imagined her younger sister could be. The princess felt her heart sink. No, that couldn’t be true. None of this was true. Grace was lying, trying to scare her. Any moment now her sister was going to tell this brute to put her down. They’d laugh about this one day. A silly prank that happened to go way too far. 

“Jikri kan.” The Amazon murmured. Then she tossed Penelope like a sack over one shoulder. The princess choked as she bounced on hard bone and muscle. Her legs were over the warrior’s chest, while her head and chest dangled behind the woman’s back. A single hand settled on her waist, pinning her there. The princess was too shocked to even move or struggle. This couldn’t be real. This was a nightmare, right? Any moment she’d wake up back in her carriage ready to give that groomsman an earful. Her head spun as the Amazon turned around underneath her, and suddenly she was staring up at her younger sister again. Grace was still smiling. Her dark eyes gleamed. They were so cold, like shards of ice. Penelope wondered distantly how she’d never noticed that before. 

“Bye, bye forever Penny.” Grace gave a mocking wave from her horse. “Try to enjoy yourself. I know I will, imagining my poor older sister as a naked, collared slave bitch.” Naked? Collared? More words that suddenly seemed to have lost all meaning. Penelope still didn’t understand anything. None of this made sense to her. She whimpered softly as she felt the warrior start to walk underneath her. She was being carried away from her lovely white carriage and team of horses. She was being carried away from the road, away from civilization. She was being carried away from her sister, her parents. 

Then suddenly it hit her, like a hammer to the head. This wasn’t a dream, a nightmare or a prank. This was very real. This was happening. Her own sister had sold her into slavery. A gasping wheeze escaped her lips. Suddenly her throat seemed impossibly tight. She couldn’t breathe. Her stomach heaved and roiled, and she tried to wriggle out from under her captor’s grip. It made no difference.  Penelope felt her world crumble around her. She reacted to this indignity the same way she reacted to anything else going wrong in her life. She started screaming. 

“Grace!” She screeched at her smug bitch of a sister. “Make her put me down! Stop this, right now!” Grace just smiled, then slowly and deliberately turned her horse away. “Grace!” Penelope screamed, but already the Amazon was carrying her off the road and away into the grass. The princess wriggled under the warrior’s hand, but it was like trying to lift a boulder off her back. “Put me down, you bitch!” She shouted as loudly as she could. “I am a princess! I order you to put me down right this instant!” The Amazon didn’t even seem to hear her. Penelope frantically glanced around her, looking for anyone who could rescue her. “Help me, someone! I’m being kidnapped!” She screamed to the empty countryside. “Help! Please help!” On and on she shouted, but there was no-one to hear. No-one to help her. 

It was a long time before Penelope’s voice finally gave out. Years of tantrums had given her formidable stamina, but eventually even she felt her throat grow hoarse. Soon all she could manage was a strangled squeaking. The young princess lay limply across her captor’s shoulder, bouncing with the Amazon’s long strides. She wanted to fight, but her arms and legs were still tied up. The warrior was far too strong anyway. She couldn’t think of anything else to try, so she gave up and let herself be carried. 

“Kiri, Hungin.” The woman carrying her spoke suddenly. “Lo hurria.” Penelope stiffened up, realising her captor had finally stopped walking. 

“Mala, lakarsha tara?” Someone else replied. The young princess wriggled, trying to peek. Then a strong hand grabbed her by the waist, and suddenly she was being lifted off the Amazon’s shoulder. She started to wriggle, pulling against the warrior’s grip. Before she could do anything, she was dropped like a sack. A sharp squeak of shock escaped her lips and she landed in a heap at the Amazon’s feet. 

Her head flickered up. Ahead of her there was a small campfire, with two more Amazons beside it. Each of them was almost as tall as her captor and they wore the same barbaric wraps of fur. One was knelt over, poking the coals with a stick, while the other stood with her muscled arms crossed. Her eyes flickered over the young princess laying in the dirt, and her dark lips curled into a thin smirk. Penelope felt a flash of rage. The bitch thought her plight was funny! 

“How dare you?” She snapped, glaring at the smirking Amazon. Her voice was weak and croaky, but she managed to force it out anyway. “I am a princess. How dare you do this to me? As soon as my Father finds me, I’ll have all three of you sent straight to the dungeons!” She tried to get her legs back underneath her as she spoke but tied up like this she could barely even get her face out of the dirt. 

“Ran jahan.” The woman shrugged her shoulders, glancing up above Penelope like the princess didn’t even exist. 

“Makar tan gosim.” Penelope stiffened at her captor’s low voice from above her. Who did these people think they were? She opened her mouth to start screaming again, only for her voice to die in a strangled squeal as a fierce hand grabbed her by a handful of hair. She was yanked up, squealing at the pain in her scalp. The warrior held her there for a long moment of agony, then she was set down on her knees in the dirt. The hand in her hair held her there, pulling so tight she didn’t dare move for fear of more pain. Her eyes stung, and suddenly they were full of painful tears.

Her captor’s other hand grabbed her hard by the cheek. She gasped in pain as her jaw was pulled down and forced open. Strangled little yips and whines were all that could escape her mouth, her tongue hanging like a useless lump.  

The smirking Amazon stepped forward. She lent down right in front of Penelope, dark eyes shining with amusement. Her face, marked with a few thin scars, swum in a mist of tears. The princess watched in horror as her latest tormentor lifted her hands, holding a wide strap of cured leather between them.  

Penelope tried to shriek at her attacker, but before she could even make a sound the Amazon forced the band of leather into her open mouth. It slipped under her lips, pulled painfully tight against the sides of her mouth. She tasted dirty leather and gagged. The Amazon just kept pulling at the strap until it was wrapped firmly round the back of Penelope’s head. Then she tied it tightly together. 

The princess worked her jaw and lips, pushing at the disgusting leather with her tongue, but it didn’t seem to move an inch. At least her captor behind her had let her cheeks go, but with this awful thing inside her mouth it didn’t even matter. Her jaw was still trapped open. 

“Mmmphh!” She tried to protest, but all that emerged was a muffled squeal. They had gagged her, she realised suddenly. They had gagged her like some common criminal. The thought filled her with rage, and she tried to thrash and fight. All it took to quiet her was a sharp tug on her hair, a painful reminder of the hold her awful captor still had on her. 

As she trembled with bitter, helpless rage, the smirking Amazon stared down at her face, lips curled into that same disgusting sneer. Penelope glared up at the bitch with all the hatred she could muster. Her tormentor just smiled, then reached down and flicked her hard on the nose. She flinched back, more stunned than hurt. Her anger returned with a vengeance. This ginormous bitch! She screamed into the gag, thrashing in her bonds.

“Kastaban Kiri.” She heard her captor growl behind her.   

“Loka tara.” The smirking Amazon scowled, flashing teeth. There was a silence for a few long moments as the two women stared at each other, Penelope trapped on the floor between them. At last, the smiling bitch scoffed and turned away. 

“Hungin, Aya opsole.” Her captor barked. The third Amazon, the one kneeling by the fire, rose to her feet. She didn’t even look at Penelope, like the princess was totally beneath her interest. Somehow that was even more annoying than the other indignities she’d suffered. Penelope scowled under the gag. 

She watched, her knees aching and scalp sore, as the rude Amazon stepped off to one side. Her head was still being dragged up by her hair and she couldn’t even move her neck to follow the bitch. That thought made her screech again, but the gag swallowed everything. How could they treat her like this? 

 

Penelope screamed in pain as her captor suddenly lifted her back off the ground. She felt like her beautiful hair was going to be ripped from her head. The mere thought made her thrash and screech in protest, but the gag muffled everything. Then she was set back on her bound feet, her hair pulled tight in her captor’s hand. She heard the awful woman’s breathing behind her. The bitch must be bent over, right on top of her. The thought made her sick. 

 

Suddenly she felt something on her neck. She screamed into the gag as it pulled tight, thrashing like a trapped beast. No! Grace had been lying! They were going to kill her after all! 

It took her a moment to realise the rope wasn’t strangling her. It had been wrapped round her neck rather tight, but not enough to hurt her. Her hair was let go, and she felt her captor’s hands tie the rope behind her back. She gasped in relief. Her scalp was still so sore, but at least she wasn’t going to lose her hair. 

Moments later the rope round her ankles was pulled away too. She moaned into the gag, shocked and confused they’d let her legs free. Was she going to be able to run away after all? Everything was happening so fast. She still had no idea what these brutes even wanted from her. 

She was frozen in place, too dazed to even think of fleeing. Not even when she saw her captor finally step out from behind her back. The tall Amazon had a long, dangling rope fastened to her belt. It fell down her leg, then whipped back up into the air to join the one she’d tied round Penelope’s slender neck. 

The young princess swallowed nervously, feeling the itchy thing shift over her throat. Now she understood why they’d freed her ankles. If the Amazon started running anywhere, she was going to be pulled along behind. 

Her captor turned to face her, those dark eyes moving slowly down her body. For a moment Penelope was sure she recognized that lingering look, the way the brute’s gaze hovered just a bit too long on her boobs and thighs. It was something she’d seen from a lot of men back home, but this was a woman, even if she was way too tall and muscly. Penelope was used to women staring at her with jealousy. Not looking at her body like this, like they wanted to devour her with their eyes. 

Then the  Amazon reached out, grabbed her dress by the hem in both hands and ripped the delicate silk in two. The young princess screamed in terror as her clothes were torn from her body by this terrible brute’s awful strength. It took only seconds for one of her favorite outfits to be torn to shreds. She was left standing there in just a small woolen shift, cut rather high up her creamy white thighs. That and a pair of her favourite soft fur shoes. 

“Mmmph!” She pleaded into the gag, watching in horror as the Amazon tossed the scraps on the floor. That dress had come all the way from the finest markets of Akajio, one of a kind. Yet this barbarian destroyed it like it was utterly worthless. Beasts! 

Her shift took even less time for the barbarian to destroy. The pitiless Amazon just reached out and ripped it clean off her. Again, the awful bitch tossed the remains of the garment on the floor. She didn’t even care about clothes. What kind of barbarian was this? Then a gust of cold wind reminded the furious princess that she was wearing nothing else under that now-shredded shift. 

Penelope screamed like a banshee into the gag, kicking and stamping her feet. She was naked! They’d taken all her clothes! Her cheeks flushed red-hot. No-one saw her naked! It wasn’t allowed! She raised her head, trying to fix her tormentor with her most furious glare. Only what she saw there made her freeze in place. 

The Amazon was staring down at her naked body. If those dark eyes had been hungry before, now they were ravenous. They seared across Penelope’s naked skin like hot brands. The princess felt a cold chill in her stomach. Her lip was trembling, and she watched in stunned shock as her captor’s hooded gaze drifted down to her soft, plump thighs. 

For a few long moments the towering Amazon just stood there, drinking in the naked body of the small, shivering princess standing helpless in front of her. What was this? Penelope felt a little strangled whine escape her throat. What did this woman really want from her? Suddenly her shame and anger flickered away, and in its place she felt the stirrings of terror like an icicle pressed against her back. Her nipples were going all stiff and tingly from the cold, and she swallowed nervously when the bitch’s hot gaze settled on her boobs. Would this clearly perverted brute think of her hard nubs as an invitation and try to touch her? The thought made her stomach heave. 

The Amazon moved, just a turn of one muscled shoulder, but it was enough. Penelope screamed into the gag, an animal howl of panic that emptied her lungs. In an instant, she was running away, sprinting like a startled deer into the grass. There wasn’t a thought in her head but escape. 

The yanking round her neck almost took her head off. She choked and gagged, tasting bile. The rope dug into her neck, crushing her delicate skin. She couldn’t even try to pull away. Her body rebelled. It knew she had to shrink back to avoid more pain. She stumbled backward, back towards the beast who’d just stripped her bare. The rope kept pulling at her, forcing her closer to her tormentor, and she had no choice but to follow every tug. 

In moments, she found herself standing right back where she’d just ran from. Standing miserably in front of her cruel captor, bare-skinned and no way to cover herself. Only now she wasn’t just naked, she was panting and sweaty too, her neck stinging where the rope had rubbed against her.

“Ma tara!” The tall Amazon growled, glaring down at her. She raised a fist, but Penelope didn’t even react to the threat. Instead, the young princess just pulled at the strap holding her hands behind her back, longing to cover herself with her useless arms. Her mind was blank. The pain and terror of the rope dragging her back had swept it clean, yet somewhere still she could hardly bear to have her body naked in front of anyone. 

The towering woman scoffed again and turned to look to one side. Penelope flinched, a sudden movement from that direction sending a flicker of terror through her naked body. 

The rude Amazon who’d ignored her had returned to the campfire, only now she was followed by the biggest horse Penelope had ever seen. The young princess forgot her nudity for a moment, gasping in shock at the sheer size of the animal. The beast was spotted brown, white and black, with hooves that looked the size of her head on its massive bulging legs. No saddle or reins either. This must be a wild animal. 

She tried to draw away, only for the awful feeling of the rope on her skin to fix her in place. What could she do if it attacked? None of the Amazons seemed afraid, but they were beasts themselves. Beasts who stripped defenceless princesses of all their clothes and tied them up and hurt them. 

Her tall captor moved again, and Penelope shrank back, half-expecting a slap. Instead, the evil Amazon turned and walked towards the massive horse, holding out a hand. The young princess watched in horror as the beast lent down and nuzzled the woman’s palm with its massive nose. 

“Aya, mali.” The Amazon murmured. Then she slipped round to the beast’s heaving flank, reaching one arm up over that huge, broad back. No way. Penelope felt the blood drain from her face. Her captor was actually going to ride this massive animal? She watched in shock as the woman nimbly lifted herself on top of the beast, letting her legs dangle on either flank without even the cover of a saddle. 

Penelope stumbled a little as she was suddenly pulled forward by the rope round her neck. That one little yank made the blood turn to ice in her veins as the true horror of her current situation revealed itself.

Not only was she naked and bound, but now she was going to be pulled behind a horse as well. Were they really trying to kill her after all? She started whimpering behind the gag, staring up at her captor with huge, pleading eyes. The Amazon ignored her, using her legs to guide the horse around the fading campfire. 

The helpless, naked princess was pulled forward after the animal. She had a horrendous vision of a sudden tug landing her face-first in the dirt. If the horse started running after that, she’d be killed for sure. Maybe that was what they wanted. Maybe they just wanted to laugh at her being dragged to death behind this beast. 

She shrieked into the gag as the other two Amazons darted into motion, loping away into the grass like lionesses. Her captor followed moments later, touching the horse with her ankles and pushing it forward into an easy trot. For poor Penelope dragged behind, nothing about the trot felt easy. 

She had to sprint to keep up, the constant tugging round her neck a brutal reminder of what would happen if she didn’t. The rope was long enough she could hang a good way behind the horse’s bucking legs, but she was still terrified of a sudden kick. Her fear made her fall even further back, until the tugging round her neck dragged her forward again. A vicious circle that had her feeling like her throat was being rubbed raw. 

It wasn’t long before the naked princess had other problems far more pressing than a sore neck. Penelope had never run much in her life. She hadn’t needed to. If she wanted something fetched in a hurry, one of the maids could scurry away and get it for her. 

Now though, she was sprinting for her life after a horse that seemed tireless, and very quickly her body started to fail her. She was panting so hard she felt like she was going to die at any moment, her milk-white skin dripping with a shimmering layer of sweat. Her legs ached, her calves screaming for a moment of relief that the rope round her throat refused to allow her. Even her big boobs she was so proud of started to work against her. Without a scrap of support, they bounced and jiggled wildly with her every frantic step. Soon they were both aching and sore, her pink nipples hard and itchy from the unwanted exercise. 

She tried to shriek into the gag, but the panting gasps she took through the musty leather didn’t even give her the time to force out a scream. She wanted to shout at the Amazon to stop before she keeled over. The bitch hadn’t looked back once since this had started. Would she notice if Penelope fell? Would she even care? 

That thought brought the princess a surge of panicked energy she didn’t know she had. She sprinted forward, her shoulders rolling from side to side. Her wrists pulled against the rope keeping them firmly together. Her body was trying to use her arms to run, but she couldn’t even do that while they were tied behind her back. Evil bitch, she thought savagely, glaring at the tall, straight back of the woman dragging her along. 

Then she couldn’t think much of anything at all. Her body moved, legs pumping, shoulders rolling, boobs aching and bouncing, but her head slipped into an empty daze. She could feel the agony of her exhausted muscles, but her thoughts felt wrapped in cotton wool. All she could focus on was keeping the rope around her neck from dragging her to the ground. Her vision shrank, darkness creeping in at the edges as her lungs gasped frantically for air. The back of the horse swam in front of her, blurry and faded, but all she could focus on. She had to run. The reasons why faded from her mind. She had to run or else she’d die.  

Suddenly she felt the pressure on her neck drop away. A gasping wheeze of shock tore up her throat. The horse was slowing down, the pounding of its hooves on the ground growing less and less violent. Penelope’s limp gaze saw the tall back of her Amazon tormentor getting closer and closer. Suddenly it filtered through her pounding head what that meant. She was running too fast now. She could stop.

The princess gasped for air, pounding to a shuddering halt. Her whole body hurt. Her stomach was heaving, and she tasted something vile. Her lungs were aching inside her chest, every gasping breath making her wince in pain. Her boobs were throbbing, her nipples so hard and sensitive she winced at every gust of air over the tense pink skin. Worst of all were her trembling legs. Each of them felt like they weighed a ton, and there were tight balls of throbbing agony in her calves, ankles and hips. She bent over double, retching through the gag. There was just enough slack in the rope to let her.  

She glanced up again at the hateful noise of that massive horse’s hooves on the dirt. Somehow her tormentor had turned the huge beast round and was now walking it back towards Penelope. The brutish Amazon was gazing down at the gasping princess with a cold sneer. There was disappointment and something like contempt in that cool glare.

Penelope didn’t even have the energy to get angry at this awful treatment. The fact that she’d just been dragged behind a horse for who even know how long didn’t quite seem to register. All she could focus on was filling her lungs with air. 

The evil Amazon slipped from the back of the horse with the same cat-like grace. She landed in the dirt just in front of Penelope. Even without sitting on the back of that massive animal, she still towered over the trembling princess. Penelope watched through a haze of exhaustion as her captor gently grabbed her horse by the side of the head. When the tall woman turned away again, she guided the horse with her. She was so gentle, cooing softly in her rough voice all the while.  

Soon both beast and Amazon were facing away from the princess, the rope dangling in the dirt between them. The tall woman reached down to find where it joined her belt and grabbed it in her fingers. She yanked it tight and Penelope stumbled forward with a sharp squeal of shock. She was pulled right up behind her captor. The princess coughed and spluttered into her gag, still struggling to catch her breath. 

Then the Amazon strode away again, one hand on the flank of her horse while the other was dragging the rope tied to her belt. Penelope staggered forward, pulled along by her throat. She couldn’t help but notice the tenderness and care her evil captor was using to lead that massive beast, while she was just yanked around. Was she worth less than a horse to this barbarian? The thought stung, but Penelope was too tired to even think about why. Instead, she just trotted along where the rope round her neck led, following her captor’s footsteps meekly. 

It was only a little later before they slowed again. Penelope had once again lost herself in the misery of her tortured body, and when she raised her head she was rather shocked to see she now stood in front of a small barbarian camp. Spread out over the flat plains in front of her were about twenty or so large fur tents. There were olive-skinned figures darting between them, a few carrying pots and furs. All of them seemed to be women, just like the stories said. 

The two Amazons who’d run off first were waiting by the nearest tent. The rude one was just staring off into the distance, but the smirking bitch watched Penelope and her captor approach. She tossed her hair and slinked away as soon as they got near, but the young princess could still feel that mocking gaze on her naked skin. 

“Aya virshira.” She heard her tall captor grunt. The rude Amazon straightened up, kicking away a stone at her feet. As Penelope watched, she strode round to the other side of the horse and laid her hand there, guiding the animal away. The massive beast seemed to understand every slight touch, and let the woman lead him off without a fuss. 

That left the young princess alone again with her evil captor. She was tired. Her feet hurt, her legs hurt, her neck hurt. Everything hurt. She just wanted to collapse in a heap, but the rope round her neck wouldn’t let her do that. A gentle tug on her throat made her stumble forward again. She was led round the tent and into the little camp, so exhausted she barely even noticed the Amazons stopping their tasks to stare at her. 

Her tall tormentor pulled her over to one of the tents on the edge of the village. Out to one side there was long wooden trough, filled nearly to the brim with water. Penelope’s eyes widened at the sight. She suddenly realised how thirsty she was, her mouth and throat scorched raw by all the screaming and panting she’d done. She was guided right up to the edge of the trough, while her captor stood beside it, the rope pulled tight between them. 

“Takar tara.” The Amazon rumbled, pointing down at the trough. “Ji clini mashar.” Penelope shuddered, wondering what new torment this evil bitch was going to inflict on her. Instead of hurting her, the tall woman raised her hand and pointed next at the gag still forced between Penelope’s throbbing lips. Then she mimed undoing something, her long fingers dancing over each other. The princess was so tired even that obvious pantomime took a few moments to register. As soon as it had though, she straightened up and nodded vigorously. She wanted the gag out too. “Na ran, tara.” The Amazon growled, her gaze narrowing. Then she raised one long finger and pressed it to her lips. Penelope frowned again. What did this bitch mean now? Was she not supposed to talk or something? If it meant having the gag out her mouth and getting some water down her throat she would be as quiet as a mouse, no matter how much she wanted to scream her head off. 

The princess nodded again, trying to plead with her eyes. She gasped in relief as the Amazon lent forward and reached behind her head, deftly undoing the gag with one hand. Then she pulled the awful leather strap away. Penelope worked her jaw and tongue. Her muscles felt stiff, like that awful thing had been in there days instead of hours. 

There was another tug on the rope round her neck. She almost screamed at the bitch pulling her around before she remembered she had to keep quiet now. Her lips snapped shut, and she swallowed the tantrum before it could emerge. Another tug. The Amazon’s hand was on the rope right next to her neck, pulling her over towards the trough of water. 

Penelope felt her heart sink. This bitch was going to make her bend down and drink like an animal. She was too thirsty and tired to fight and meekly let her captor pull her head over the edge of the trough. The water looked clean enough at least. As soon as her lips were close enough she lowered her neck and let her mouth settle in the liquid. It was quite cold, but not unpleasant. 

She shivered in relief when she sucked some down. The cold felt so good on her stinging throat it made her want to cry.  Desperate to get as much water in as she could, she kept drinking, sucking up big mouthfuls, barely even noticing the ugly slurping sounds she was making.  

“Ka tara.” The Amazon murmured beside her. Then a large hand settled on the back of her head. Penelope went white as a sheet, spluttering helplessly around a mouthful of water. For a moment she was sure the bitch was going to shove her down into the trough. Instead she felt warm fingers brushing over scalp. “Ka tara.” The woman repeated. Penelope trembled like a leaf, uncertain why she was being touched like this. She slowly sucked in another mouthful of water and swallowed it down. That warm hand kept rubbing the back of her head and she kept drinking, too focused on sucking up more water to even wonder what the bitch was trying to do. 

 At last, she felt another gentle pull on her neck. Penelope was still too dazed to struggle, and let the Amazon lift her back out of the trough. She found herself staring up at her evil captor, her mouth and lips dripping cold water onto her chest. The Amazon gave her a long look back, those dark eyes studying her face. Penelope felt a little flutter in her belly. The way this towering woman gazed down at her from so high up, it somehow made her feel even more naked. 

She blushed, her lip starting to tremble as her hot cheeks betrayed her. Why was she feeling this way? So small and vulnerable. She knew she should be hopping mad, screaming at this bitch until she was blue in the face, but her voice didn’t seem to be working anymore. 

“Mahan tara.” The towering Amazon nodded once. Then she reached down and slipped the rope from her belt. The naked princess watched in shock as her captor tied it to the edge of the trough in a firm knot. “Na ran.” The tall woman growled, giving Penelope a hard look. The princess shrank back, her eyes huge, as her evil captor once again raised a finger to her lips. The bitch was holding the gag too, the leather stained wet with Penelope’s drool. She gave it a hard shake in front of the princess’ face.  Penelope shuddered, then nodded frantically. She understood this time. If she made any noise she was going to have that awful thing shoved in her mouth again. 

With that, the Amazon seemed satisfied. Penelope was stunned as the evil bitch who’d spent so long torturing her just turned and walked away into the camp. The young princess was left there, tied to the trough, naked and bound. Her hands were still fixed behind her. She was helpless, defenceless, in a village of barbarians. What stung even worse was how her towering captor had just discarded her like so much garbage. 

Penelope felt a flicker of her infamous temper stirring in her gut. She ground her teeth, her delicate jaw tensing up. How dare the bitch? First she carries a princess off like a sack, strips her and stares at her like a piece of meat and now she doesn’t even have the decency to do anything about it? Penelope tossed her hair furiously. She hardly even knew what she was thinking anymore. She was so tired, so hot and sweaty. It felt like days since she’d been betrayed by her sister instead of just hours. 

The thought of Grace made her stomach turn. How dare she do this? Of course, Penelope had known her younger sister was jealous of her, every woman who saw her was jealous of her, but to think the bitch had been driven this far. The young princess tried to stamp her feet, but her legs were shivering too much. As soon as she told Mother and Father about this, her evil sister was going to get it bad! Penelope would make sure her parents put Grace in the dungeons, locked to a wall with all the thieves and bandits and bad men where she belonged. The way she was clearly drooling over Prince Jeremy, the tart would probably enjoy that. 

Lost in her fantasies, she hardly noticed a young olive-skinned woman step round the side of the tent towards her. She almost jumped out of her skin when another Amazon appeared beside her, a high-pitched squeal of shock escaping her lips. She hurriedly pursed them shut, the memory of the gag and her captor’s threats too raw to ignore. Shrinking back, she gave her newest tormentor a frightened look. 

A much younger Amazon stared back at her, just a teenager like Penelope. So how was she so damned tall? The girl stood head and shoulders above the cowering princess. Like all these Amazon bitches she was so muscly too, if not quite so much as the big, ugly brute who’d tied Penelope here. As the young princess stared upward, lips trembling nervously, the young Amazon clicked her teeth and raised a wooden bucket in one hand and a brush in the other. 

Penelope didn’t understand. She didn’t understand why the girl was showing her these things. She didn’t understand right up until the moment the young Amazon filled the bucket from the trough and then dumped every drop of cold water right over her head. She screamed in shock, thrashing away, but the rope on her neck yanked her back. 

Sobbing helplessly, she watched in horror as her tormentor raised the long-handled brush. Right now, it looked like a torture instrument, the bristles hard and firm enough to scratch a delicate princess’ flesh. She was terrified, her wrists fluttering behind her back. She wanted to beg and plead and scream again, but her voice didn’t work. All that emerged from her lips was a strangled whining, like a whipped dog. 

The brush was pressed against her shoulder and scrubbed vigorously up and down. It showed no mercy to her soft, pampered skin. Nor did the bitch wielding it. Penelope was shaking madly as the young Amazon brushed down every inch of her naked torso. She was being rubbed raw. When the bitch paused for a moment, the young princess started blubbering in relief, only to scream again as another bucket of cold water was dumped over her head. 

She watched, filled with animal panic, as the awful brush descended towards her boobs. Her pink nipples were still hard and itchy from the cold as well as all the running she’d done, and they’d always been so sensitive. The thought of those hard bristles scratching them made her whimper in terror. She barely heard the Amazon scoffing at her, laughing at her fear. 

“Uli, jahan ta mata!” A booming shout tore through her tortured mind. Her frantic scream died in her throat as the awful brush withdrew, leaving her nipples raw and her boobs aching. The young sadist brushing her had stepped away, eyes flashing. Penelope took in a great gasping breath for air when she saw the bitch had lowered that brush. The whimpers and sobs that emerged from her shivering lips didn’t even sound like her own anymore. They didn’t even sound human. 

“Uki ji tara, Mala.” The teenaged Amazon sneered, glaring over the princess’ shoulder. Mala, the trembling princess suddenly realized she knew that name. Grace had told her so very long ago it was the name of the towering bitch who’d started all this. Shaking like a leaf, Penelope glanced behind her. She saw the tall Amazon who’d kidnapped her standing there with a furious scowl on her face. “Lihi ushan.” The bitch with the brush was tossing her hair, pouting like a child.  

 

Mala lunged forward like a tiger. Penelope screamed again, but her towering tormentor swept past her and slapped the sadistic teenager hard across the face. The younger Amazon was sent sprawling by the force of the blow, the bucket spilling frothy water across the ground. She was back on her feet in a flash, her hand on her cheek and fury burning in her eyes. 

For a moment it looked like she might attack Mala, but then she shrank back, murmuring something under her breath. As Penelope watched in stunned silence, the sadistic teenager tossed the brush on the ground, then turned and slunk away. The princess trembled, hot tears and cold water dripping down her tortured body. Her pale skin had gone bright pink everywhere that bitch had scrubbed her. Her huge eyes found the brush lying discarded on the ground and she shuddered in her bonds. It was over. She sighed in relief, wincing at the tingling in her tortured boobs. How could anyone be so cruel? That teenage bitch deserved to be slapped around. She’d have loved to get a few good ones in herself.

Then Mala lent over to pick up both brush and bucket, and she felt that moment of blissful relief wither away inside her. A hoarse sob tore its way up her ragged throat as the towering Amazon stepped back towards her. No, she shook her head frantically, whimpering and gasping. No, it was supposed to be over. No more brush, please. She wanted to say all those things, to beg and plead and scream, but her mouth just hung open, her tongue dumb and useless inside her trembling lips. When the towering Amazon filled the bucket again from the trough she started crying, crying like she never had in her life. Each heaving sob took her whole body in its grip. It hurt, each wild heave of her chest made her throat and lungs ache. 

Mala turned back to look at her, holding up the full bucket in one massive hand. Penelope tried to shrink away, but the rope round her neck was pulled too tight. She stared up the towering Amazon through a mist of tears, pleading with her face and her eyes and her soft little whimpers, pleading with everything she had for this woman to stop and show her mercy.  

Instead she got another bucket full of cold water dumped over her head. She spluttered wetly, trembling and gasping for air. Every time the water hit her face it felt like she was drowning. Mala set the bucket down to one side and raised the hated brush. Penelope was thrashing with animal terror. The mere thought of those awful bristles touching her again made her try to scream her head off, but nothing even came out her gaping mouth. She pulled hard against the rope, bucking like a wild animal.  

“Tara, kin matar.” Mala murmured softly. Penelope didn’t even hear. Her whole attention was fixated on the awful brush hovering just inches from her vulnerable flanks. The pain those thin bristles had put her through made her want to vomit. 

“Please.” She whispered, in a voice like a broken child. “Please, no more.” The brush was all she could see. Suddenly a large hand grabbed her by the cheeks, the palm pressed firmly her mouth. Her head was pulled up by the jaw until she found herself staring through a mist of tears at her towering tormentor. 

“Kin matar.” The Amazon said, stroking her cheek with warm, callused fingers. Penelope kept whimpering softly, but there was something soothing in those soft touches after so much pain. She was so scared and sore that she took comfort wherever she could find it, squirming up to press her cheek into her evil captor’s hand. Then she felt thin bristles against her soft waist and tried to scream around the Amazon’s palm. She squirmed away from the brush, but the hand on her face just gripped her even tighter until she couldn’t move an inch. Then the bristles found her soft flesh yet again. 

Suddenly she realized it wasn’t hurting this time. Mala was brushing her belly, but it was nothing like the rough, painful scrubbing she’d suffered at the hands of that awful teenager. Instead the towering Amazon was very gentle, just barely caressing her quivering skin with the tingling bristles. Enough to clean, but not to hurt. A hoarse sob of relief escaped her aching throat. This didn’t have to be agony. The teenager had just been doing it wrong, hurting her for no good reason. 

“Thank you.” She whispered into the towering Amazon’s hand. She understood now. Mala had saved her. Mala had gotten angry because that awful girl had hurt her and then scared the bitch away. To sobbing, aching, delicate Penelope, that seemed like the most wonderful thing anyone had ever done for her. 

“Mahana tara, casatra.” The tall Amazon nodded, then her dark lips curled into a small, satisfied smile. Her hand slipped from Penelope’s cheek and she patted the naked, shivering girl twice on the head. The young princess knew she should be furious and ashamed and afraid and all the other things a girl should feel when she was kidnapped, stripped naked, then bathed and brushed like an animal. Only right now she didn’t feel any of those. Right now, all her heart had room for was sobbing, pathetic gratitude for her tormentor’s tiny acts of kindness. 

She felt the brush tap against the back of her thigh, the wooden side, not the bristles. Then again, harder this time. She frowned in confusion. Whap! The wood hit her wet skin hard enough to sting and she squealed in pain. Her shocked gaze found Mala. The Amazon was staring down expectantly, a hint of frustration in the set of her dark lips. What did she want? Penelope didn’t understand. Whap! Now her thigh was stinging, and she was making Mala mad and she was being hit and still didn’t understand anything. On the verge of tears again, she stared up at her captor with huge pleading eyes. 

Whap! The hardest hit yet made her jump and squeal. Finally, Mala let out a disgusted sigh and just pressed the wood into her stinging thigh, lifting her leg up with it. The princess stumbled, almost fell, but the hard tugging round her neck kept her balanced. She found herself standing on one foot, the other trembling as it was held up in the air. Mala was brushing the back of her leg, the bristles tickling down sensitive skin. 

When the Amazon got to Penelope’s foot, she slipped the soft fur boot off the young princess with her free hand and dropped it in the dirt. The naked girl wriggled and squeaked as the brush found ticklish spots between her toes. Her shoe lay forlorn and discarded in the muddy water dripping off her body. She stared at it miserably, watching as dirt seeped into the pristine white fur. Another of her most expensive belongings ruined. 

Gazing down at the shoe, she felt the brush moving over the top of her leg now, bristles pressing down into her skin. As it reached her thigh, the slight pressure against her straining muscles overbalanced her, and she had to let her foot drop back into the dirt.  

“Ma tara!” Mala spat, anger flickering across her face. Whap! The brush darted down and struck again, sinking into the flesh of Penelope’s thigh. Whap! Whap! Whap! The young princess shrieked as three hard blows struck her soft skin in quick succession. She was trying, she was trying to raise her leg again, but her calves were sore, and her neck was sore, and she was just so tired, and she was naked and wet and cold. Whap! One last hard slap and she strained with everything she had, using the force of the brush to get her leg back in the air. “Ma tara, jikiri.” Mala sighed. Then she went right back to scrubbing Penelope’s leg like nothing had happened. 

The naked princess was in tears again. She felt so lost. For a moment everything had been going okay. How was she supposed to know what a tap on her thigh meant? Whap! Whap! The brush hit her twice on the other leg now, leaving a stinging circle on her soft skin. She switched feet as quickly as she could, stumbling a little under Mala’s cold gaze. 

The Amazon seemed so disappointed in her. No-one had ever looked at her like this, so cold and mean and irritated. People back home just smiled at her and told her how pretty and amazing she was. Now this towering brute was staring at her like she was an idiot or something just because she’d messed up a little. Just because she didn’t know what a fucking tap on her thigh meant. Her heart stung at the thought, and she felt fresh, painful tears well up.

 Why did this even matter? Why should she care that her torturer thought she was dumb? But care she did, and it made her cry. She watched miserably as her other leg was brushed down, her shoe stripped and left in the dirt. As soon as Mala was done she tapped the shivering princess on the top of her thigh with the brush. Penelope didn’t react, terrified if she let her leg drop she’d be hit again. 

Whap! The brush landed hard, and her thigh fell under the stinging blow. Her foot hit the ground, and she found herself standing there shivering, the rope round her neck pulled tight and two stinging circles of pain on each of her tender thighs. Mala was still staring down at her. There was cold frustration in the towering Amazon’s eyes, frustration that crawled inside Penelope like a snake and bit at her guts. How was she supposed to know any of this? First tapping meant to raise the leg, then tapping meant to lower it. Who could make any sense of that? She wanted to scream in this bitch’s face, but her throat was so tight she could hardly even breathe, let alone yell.  

Mala scoffed again, tossing her short black hair. Penelope wilted under the towering Amazon’s obvious disappointment. She wanted to disappear. If a pit opened in the Earth underneath her she’d have jumped in without a second’s thought. She was trembling like a leaf as her cruel captor circled round behind her. Her arms twitched, pale hands working over each other in her bonds. 

Then she felt the brush on her butt. A strangled wheeze escaped her trembling lips. The bristles tingled against her soft, tender flesh. Mala was being gentle, but the invasion still made her shudder. No-one had touched her down there before. No-one. She was a good girl. She shivered and moaned, bucking up on her heels as the bristles skated lower, over the delicate flesh above her thighs. They even slipped between her butt-cheeks for a few sickening moments, making her jump and squeak like a startled rabbit. A gasp of relief escaped her lips when the brush withdrew. 

The itchy bristles came back seconds later, only this time she felt the awful things slip up between her legs. They scrubbed her soft inner thighs for a few long moments, making her wriggle in her bonds. Then the brush found her privates. For a few long moments she just stood there, feeling rough bristles rub up and down over her tingling sex. Her mouth hung open, her eyes bulging with stunned surprise. Her mind just couldn’t seem to grasp what was happening. The thoughts kept slipping away every time she felt the brush on her tender flesh. What was going on here?

It hit her like a thunderbolt. This ginormous bitch was raping her! With a fucking brush! Now she screamed. Terror and anger and shame fought each other in her stomach, a heaving, roiling mass that made her want to vomit. Her legs snapped shut around the brush, squeezing the wooden handle tightly until it stopped moving, stopped violating her. She thrashed and bucked, fighting the rope round her neck. 

“Rashira!” Mala growled behind her. The rapist bitch! How dare she? Tears were streaming down Penelope’s face with every choking sob. The brush fell away, dropping at her feet in the dirt. She gasped with relief, knowing that she was safe, knowing that the awful thing couldn’t keep raping her anymore. That feeling lasted only an instant, before she saw a massive hand reach over her shoulder and grab the rope tying her up. She was yanked down hard, her neck and throat stinging. The Amazon held her there effortlessly, her head pulled low so she was bent double at the waist. “Ma tara!” The bitch snapped again, the same fucking words in their stupid language. What did that shit even mean? 

“Fuck you!” Penelope spat back. She tried to rise, but her whole body couldn’t fight the strength of this awful brute’s one, bulging arm. Smack! Something huge and hard cracked across her wet butt. Her eyes bulged in shock. Smack! Another hard hit on the other cheek, squashing soft, tender flesh into her thigh. The pain came moments later, and she yowled and stamped her feet. Her butt was already burning, the skin hot and tender. What the hell was this bitch hitting her with? Smack! Smack! As two more hard hits scorched her butt cheeks she realised suddenly that the huge thing striking her was the ginormous bitch’s hand. She was being spanked! Like a naughty child! Her cheeks flushed, mottled spots of shame and rage flooding her pale skin. 

Smack! Smack! Smack! More blows landed and Penelope shrieked in pain and frustration. Bent over, her hands fluttering in the small of her back, she couldn’t do a thing to defend herself. She was helpless, pinned down and exposed. Her hips rolled and bucked from side to side, trying to hide her poor stinging butt. Smack! Smack! She screamed, then bit her lip hard. Fucking cunt! 

Tears streamed down her cheeks, dripping into the muddy dirt below her. Smack! She spluttered through a hoarse sob as the hardest blow yet slammed into her young, tender flesh, scorching her raw. Smack! Smack! Smack! Penelope howled and wept like a child. The righteous anger she’d relied on her whole life was wilting away inside her. She couldn’t take this any longer. Her butt trembled, both quivering cheeks sore and wet and vulnerable. Smack! Smack! 

The shrill yelps that burst from her lips sounded so tiny and girlish, trembling with all the pain of a soft, pampered princess cruelly punished. She’d stopped fighting the pull of the rope on her neck, too sore and scared and frantic. Fighting hadn’t gotten her anywhere. Smack! Smack! Two more hard slaps on either cheek, two more squeals of pain from the naked, tortured girl. Desperate now, she did the only other thing she could think of. She submitted. 

 

“Please, please, please stop!” She yelped out between spanks. “Please, I’ll not fight any more.” Smack! Smack! Those two savage slaps across her wriggling cheeks were Mala’s only answer. The naked girl couldn’t even scream anymore. All that emerged from her trembling lips was a soft, tearful whimpering. Smack! Smack! Smack! “Please, I’ll be good, please!” Penelope babbled after another hail of spanks scorched her tender butt. Smack! Smack!  Her frantic pleas just earned her even more. This cruel bitch didn’t even understand her. Smack! She was sobbing frantically as another hard swat cracked across her butt. Her mind spun frantically. What could she do? How was she supposed to show her evil captor she was going to be good from now on? 

She forced her body to stop wriggling and bucking. Instead of pulling away the sobbing princess arched her back, letting her neck ease down where her the cruel rope pulled it, while her tortured butt edged higher. Then she froze, the only movement a slight trembling of her sore cheeks in the cold air. 

Smack! Smack! Two more spanks, harder than any she’d felt before, were the reward for her obedience. Each cracked across one stinging butt cheek and the Amazon’s huge palm seemed wide enough to punish every inch of quivering skin. She felt her tender flesh squash under her evil captor’s hand, press against the bones of her hip, then spring back, jiggling and quivering. The pain came an instant later, like she was sitting on top a boiling fire.   

The naked princess screamed silently through her gaping mouth. She didn’t know where she found the strength to keep standing, to keep her poor, burning butt held up for more. Yet somehow she managed it, managed not to pull away or thrash against her bonds at the terrible pain. 

There was a long pause, filled only with Penelope’s soft, despairing sobs and whimpers. She could feel Mala’s gaze on her, waiting for her to twitch or scream. The young princess knew if she showed a hint of disobedience now that cruel hand would be on her in a flash, scorching her tortured butt even hotter. 

“Ora tara, jikiri.” Mala growled at last. Penelope squeaked in shock when she felt the Amazon’s huge hand settle over her stinging butt. She started whimpering, terrified that little outburst was going to get her spanked again. Instead of hitting her, Mala cupped her whole burning cheek under a wide palm. Her eyes bulged as she felt her cruel captor gently grope her tortured flesh. Hard fingers rubbed and pinched at her poor, welted skin, taking little quivering folds of flesh between them and squeezing gently. Penelope tried to stay still, but each time her awful captor pinched her like that she felt her hips wriggle in protest. 

At first the naked princess was terrified, shivering like a leaf as she felt this cruel bitch molest her butt. Mala seemed determined to get her callused fingers on every inch of the quivering cheek she held beneath her palm. The threat of more spanks kept her bent over obediently, her hips rolled up and back arched to present her scorched cheeks. 

Then Penelope realized her stinging skin felt a little better everywhere the Amazon had rubbed. Even those sharp squeezes that made her yelp and wriggle seemed to take the edge off the deep, burning pain of the spanking. The naked princess let out a strangled sob. Was this the bitch’s idea of helping? 

She was too afraid to move, too afraid to make a sound, even when the groping hand moved to her other butt cheek and began the same way. Mala was even more thorough this time. Penelope was sure those hard, callused fingers lingered over her tortured flesh longer than was needed. There were even a couple moments where the Amazon’s rubbing turned predatory, drifting down far too close to her privates and tracing little circles on her tingling skin. They got so near at one point that the naked princess squeezed her eyes shut and clenched her jaw, sure she’d scream and earn another spanking if this awful woman touched her there.  

Finally, Mala seemed satisfied, and Penelope gasped in relief when the groping fingers slipped away from her privates. She was breathing hard as the towering Amazon crouched down beside her, still holding her bent over by the rope round her neck. Her eyes huge, she watched her captor pick the brush up from the ground and wash the bristles in the filled bucket. 

In a daze from all the abuse she’d just suffered through, Penelope couldn’t figure out what that meant. It was only when Mala turned and gave her a hard look, waving the brush in front of her face, that she understood. Her punishment was over, and now the bitch wanted to finish cleaning. 

“Yan tara, hin kiri lohan?” The Amazon shook the brush, her low voice rising into an obvious question. Penelope just stared back, lip trembling and tears in her eyes. She didn’t know what her captor wanted, and she was way too scared to even try and guess. The olive-skinned woman scoffed again, then rose back to her feet beside the naked princess. Bent over, her head yanked down by the rope round her neck, Penelope could do nothing to stop the brush slipping under her belly towards her tingling privates. 

She gasped out when the bristles found her sex. Mala was even gentler with the brush now, but the uncomfortable scratching still made her moan and wriggle in discomfort. Even worse though, was the violation of it. Knowing this cruel bitch she hated so much was scrubbing her privates down like she was an animal made the naked princess want to run away screaming.  

It seemed to take hours before Mala was satisfied. At last, the brush was pulled away and Penelope slumped forward in relief. Her sex felt strange, tingly and itchy, and she was desperate to get her hands down there and make sure everything was alright. Instead they just fluttered helplessly behind her back, still tied tightly by that awful rope. She whimpered softly when the cruel Amazon gently pulled her up by the knot round her neck.

The young princess found herself standing right in front of her towering captor, staring down at the taller woman’s feet. Naked, scrubbed clean and spanked raw, she felt so very small. Her butt ached, a deep stinging pain that felt like it would be with her for days to come. Little wet sniffles made her chest heave. This had been the worst day of her life, and somehow she knew it was far from over. 

“Oshin tara.” The Amazon murmured. “Oma yin laharis.” A hand found her chin and she trembled, expecting more pain. Instead, Mala gently lifted her head up until she was staring up at her captor’s olive-skinned face. “Na ran, tara.” Penelope shivered as the bitch’s finger darted up to cover her soft lips. The young princess understood what that meant at least. No talking. She pursed her mouth firmly shut, terrified of what would be done to her if she dared disobey. 

The Amazon grabbed the robe round her neck again and tugged it forward. The naked princess stumbled, dragged along behind as her evil captor turned and strode back round the tent. She was led like some disobedient animal into the center of the village. 

Her cheeks flushed as she felt far too many eyes on her naked body. There were four Amazons sitting on a carpet laid out in front of the largest tent. All of them tall, well-muscled and dark skinned, though she didn’t think any were quite as massive as Mala. As her captor pulled her closer, Penelope felt her stomach twist painfully inside her. Her furious blush had spread right to her ears, the pale skin of her cheeks going all prickly and hot. Before the awful events of today she could have counted the people who’d seen her naked on one hand. Now she was stared at like a piece of meat by these evil women, with no regard for her shame or modesty. 

“Mala, inhan ko tara?” One of the Amazons spoke first, leaning forward slightly. Penelope stiffened as the woman gave her a lingering look. She seemed to be older than the others, with a few wrinkles in and lines of silver running through her short, black hair. Despite her age, her body bulged with corded muscle and she had a few faded scars across her flat belly. 

“Kan ha, oma.” Mala replied, bowing her head. Glancing nervously between the two women, Penelope noticed a definite resemblance. Were they sisters? Or mother and daughter? Her musings were cut short by a sharp tug on the rope round her neck. She squeaked in shock as she was dragged up to Mala’s side. Her captor’s free hand found her waist and pulled her round in front of the watching Amazons. Penelope trembled. Her back was pressed against the massive figure of her towering tormentor, and she could feel hard, hot muscle on her skin. 

“Oshin tara.” The older woman murmured, leaning forward as her narrowed gaze drifted up the naked princess’ body. “Jiri yin.” There were nods from the two behind her, both studying Penelope just as intently. The shivering girl wilted. If it wasn’t for Mala’s massive presence looming behind her, she would have run away screaming. 

“Usha ka laya.” The fourth Amazon laughed, a cold, cruel sound. Penelope shivered, her nervous gaze flickering over to the familiar face of the smirking bitch who’d treated her so poorly before. The woman sneered back and reached down to her own chest. 

As the naked princess watched anxiously, the Amazon rolled her hands out over her modest breasts, like she was pretending they were much larger than they really were. Then she made a low mooing noise and pointed. Penelope frowned in confusion. She was pretty sure this bitch was saying she was like a cow, but why?

 She flinched back into Mala’s rock-hard body, tears in her eyes as she finally understood. The evil cunt was saying her boobs were like udders! How dare she? Just because they were big. Penelope’s heart stung with shame and bitter, powerless anger gnawed at her guts. She felt one of her furious shrieks rising in her aching throat, her face flushing even hotter with pink, mottled rage. 

“Kastaban, Kiri.” Mala snapped. Penelope froze, her jaw locking shut. She was almost grateful that her towering captor had interrupted. If she’d had a tantrum now, right after being told to keep quiet, the bitch would have spanked her again for sure. The smirking Amazon scoffed and tossed her hair, glaring up at Mala. Penelope shrank back at the venom in that awful stare, even though it wasn’t directed at her. She found herself pressed even tighter against the massive bitch behind her. Her butt stung, the soft, wounded skin rubbing against what must have been Mala’s muscled thighs. “Ka tara.” The towering Amazon murmured quietly, very close to her ear, and she felt the hand on her waist move up and down her trembling skin.

“Shirat.” The older woman sighed, frustration on her face. She rose to her feet, moving with an easy grace that reminded Penelope of a very large cat. Her dark eyes narrowed as she stepped forward to stand right in front of the shivering princess. “Tara jiri yo, ka haba.” She grunted. There was a rumble of laughter from the others watching. Penelope flinched, tears in her eyes. There was nothing funny about what was happening to her. White-hit anger simmered away in her gut, and she had to clamp down on the urge to scream in this old bitch’s face. 

The silver-haired Amazon reached out and held a hand just above her head. She tried to shrink away, but Mala’s grip on her waist tightened, holding her there. A little gasping squeak escaped her lips as she realised she was trapped, as surely as if she were still tied to her towering captor. Anger, fear and shame fought like wildcats inside her. One second she was pink with fury, the next whimpering and trembling, her hands fluttering behind her with longing to cover her naked body.  

“Ka tara, kin matar.” Mala murmured again, soft and close to her ear, but she could hardly even hear her towering captor’s voice anymore. The older Amazon turned away, keeping her hand exactly at Penelope’s height, just below her own chest. She held it out, showing it to the three others still watching.  

“Tara yo.” She chuckled, low and rough. “Kasta, des usha ka laya.” There was more laughter from the three sitting, laughter clearly directed at the trembling princess. Penelope was panting so fast she felt light-headed. Her frantic gaze flickered between each mocking face. What was this? What the fuck did these bitches find so funny about her? 

Then she glanced at that outstretched hand, still held at the height of her head. So much smaller than any of these massive women. It hit her like a punch to the gut. They were laughing at how short she was. Her ears went hot, the pink flush of embarrassment giving way to mottled, scarlet rage. 

“How dare you!?” She screamed, a full-throated shriek that hurt even her own ears. “I am a princess! Let me go! Let me go, right now!” She thrashed and kicked, fighting the iron grip on her waist that was getting tighter with each passing moment. “I’ll have all of you thrown in the dungeons for this!” She howled. “You evil bitches! I’ll have you all…mmmph!” A huge hand was suddenly over her mouth, clamping down hard until her furious shrieks were silenced. She stamped her feet furiously, tossing her head to try and get the massive bitch off her. 

Through the red mist of rage, she saw the older Amazon staring down at her with a small, bemused frown. The smug one who’d mocked her was grinning like a cat. They didn’t care, she realised suddenly with shivering certainty. None of them did. 

When she screamed like this at home, anyone in earshot was going to jump to her tune. Here, these barbarians didn’t even seem to understand that she was royalty and she had no way of explaining it to them. They’d do whatever they wanted to her, no matter that she was a princess. That terrible thought filled her with frantic, animal panic. She could do nothing but thrash even harder and scream into her captor’s hand. 

Mala’s grip on her mouth got even tighter, swallowing even that desperate shriek. She felt hard fingers grind painfully into her lips. Frantic now, she bit down hard. Her teeth sunk into skin and she tasted blood. There was snarl of fury from behind her. The princess screamed as she was spun around to face her evil captor. 

Mala’s hand flickered from her mouth, then slapped Penelope hard across the face. Only the towering Amazon’s grip on her waist kept the naked princess from falling to the ground. Her head spinning, she was dragged back up and struck again, on the other cheek this time. The white-hot rage flickered away as surely as if it had been slapped out of her, and she felt only an icy panic. She’d been spanked until her butt burned just for resisting a bath. What was Mala going to do to her for throwing a tantrum like this? 

She was sobbing and whimpering as her towering captor dragged her back in front, to face the scornful gaze of the older Amazon. Her cheeks stung, a hot burning pain that matched the deeper agony in her scorched butt. 

“Ran ko yun.” The silver haired woman sneered, glaring down at Penelope. “Na tara, laya kos mashira.” That drew a cruel laugh from the smug bitch for whatever reason. 

“Oma, sarithis da.” Mala snapped, the edge of fury in her voice making the naked princess shudder. 

“Nas, Mala.” The older Amazon shook her head. “Jikiri ya masahan, laya kos. Saphara don.” Penelope shivered, a frantic little squeak escaping her lips. It was so terrifying, hearing these awful women discuss her tantrum and understanding nothing. One moment her head spun, and she was sure she was going to faint. The next her stomach was heaving, and she thought she might vomit all over the silver-haired bitch glaring down at her. 

“Laya dun!” That awful smug Amazon called out from her place kneeling on the carpet. The other two were grinning at each other, like they’d just heard a funny joke. Mala scoffed above her, and suddenly the naked princess was spun round to face the furious scowl of her towering captor. 

“Irina tara?” The angry Amazon spat. “Laya mas kos.” Penelope had no idea what was being said, but just from the cold fury simmering in her tormentor’s eyes she knew it was not good news for her. She squealed in panic as Mala leant over slightly and grabbed her under the shoulders.

Without a hint of strain, the towering Amazon lifted her body back up over one muscled shoulder, her legs kicking and flailing over her captor’s chest. One of Mala’s bulging arms pinned her thighs, holding her where she was. She fought for a moment, pushing down with her hands on the Amazon’s muscled back, but no matter how hard she tried she couldn’t even budge. 

She gave in, letting her body slump limply over Mala. This felt even worse now she was naked. Her hips were pressed into the hard bulges of her captor’s shoulder, and her poor scorched butt would be right there where everyone could see. She was engulfed in sickening shame, blushing to the roots of her hair. 

Mala turned hurriedly, and Penelope found herself facing the four Amazons again. Three of them appeared to have lost interest and were chatting to each other in low voices. Only the smug, smirking bitch was still staring at her, scarred face fixed into that awful toothy grin. 

“Harri, ishiri las!” The old Amazon boomed, glancing over her shoulder into the tent behind her. There was a flicker of movement from within. Mala started walking away, carrying the helpless Penelope with her. Then an almost naked girl slipped out of the tent. The watching princess gasped in shock. This was no Amazon! She was quite tall, but nowhere near as massive as the olive-skinned brutes, and her hair was pale brown, not black. She knelt in front of the silver-haired Amazon and held up a large clay jug.

“Kallisas, uli ishiri.” She murmured in their language. Penelope trembled, watching in horror as the older Amazon reached down, grabbed the jug and took a long drink. This girl, there was a thin leather band fastened round the her slender neck. Even her clothes told the story. She wore a thin white skirt high on her tanned hips and nothing else. A slave, she had to be. This was an Amazon's slave-girl. The princess collapsed into her captor’s shoulder, sick with misery. Grace wanted that for her too.

A horrifying vision swept over her. She saw herself, dressed in that same shameful outfit, kneeling meekly in front of Mala. A princess reduced to scraping and serving at the feet of a towering barbarian brute. Just a few hours ago she would have laughed at the thought, knowing she was far too strong-willed to break. Now she wasn’t so sure, and that uncertainty made her sick to the stomach. She was sobbing softly as her cruel captor carried her away. 

 

 Mala ducked low into another of the tents, carrying the weeping princess with her. Lost in her misery, Penelope hardly noticed, at least until she was lifted off her captor’s shoulder and dropped in a heap on top of a fur rug. She froze, stunned for a moment.  

 The towering Amazon took full advantage, and suddenly the naked princess found her legs being bent up over her butt and neatly tied together with a long coil of rope. It wrapped round her ankles several times, pulling them tightly together. As her evil captor stood over her, Penelope wriggled from side to side. It was all she could do. Tears of frustration dripped from her cheeks onto the fur below her head. 

Mala wasn’t done with her just yet. She watched in horror as the towering Amazon held up a few more lengths of rope. How much did this bitch have? She tried to fight but couldn’t do a thing against the massive woman’s brute strength. Her arms and legs were all lashed together with a few more coils of rope, leaving her just enough slack to lie flat against the fur. The bindings meant her ankles were pulled over her butt, and her hands were trapped even tighter in the small of her back. Penelope sobbed and moaned, pulling at the ropes. Now she was utterly helpless. She couldn’t even roll onto her side. 

“Vuli laya tassarin.” Mala nodded above her, a cold smirk of satisfaction on her olive-skinned face. The young princess felt like spitting with rage. This bitch was proud of this, proud of tying up a helpless, naked girl half her size! She scowled furiously. “Makar Gosim.” The towering Amazon murmured, reaching down to her belt. 

“No, please.” Penelope begged, as that awful gag reappeared in front of her face. “Please don’t, I’ll be mmpphh!” The leather strap was shoved between her teeth, muffling the rest of her frantic pleas. Mala straightened, giving the naked princess one last, lingering look. She seemed pleased with what she saw, but there was frustration in the set of her jaw. 

Penelope froze, not wanting to give her captor more reason to hurt her. It wasn’t like fighting these ropes was doing anything for her. There was only enough slack for her legs and arms to twitch and doing that only made the coarse fabric rub against her skin. With just a few knots, this ginormous bitch had trapped her totally.  

She watched in horror as Mala turned and strode out of the tent, leaving her trussed up like a pig for the slaughter. Muffled shrieks into the disgusting leather were the only sound of protest she could make. Tears stung her eyes, dripping down onto the wet gag holding her jaw open. Now she was going to be left like this? How cruel could these bitches be?

Penelope lay there naked on the prickly fur for a long time. Her mind was racing the whole while, running over the awful things that had happened to her. Each terrible memory passed through her head so quickly she felt like she was going mad. One moment she was convinced this all had to be a terrible nightmare, that there was no way any of this could possibly happen to a beautiful princess like her. The next, she was struck like a hammer by the cold, awful truth. This was happening. This was real. It brought fresh, stinging tears to her eyes every single time. 

The long list of aches and pains in her tortured body only added to her discomfort. Tied like this, her shoulders and thighs quickly started to throb. She was still exhausted from the running earlier, her calves tight and tender. All this time naked and cold had left her sensitive nipples painfully hard, and she winced every time they brushed against the fur beneath her. 

Her face felt a little raw from the hard slaps, but it was her poor spanked butt that was still the most painful. The burning had faded into a lingering ache that seemed to come from deep within her tenderised flesh. Penelope had little experience with pain, but even she could tell she was going to be feeling that spanking for a long time yet. 

In short, the pampered princess who had been the crown jewel of her Father’s court, was in a terrible state. She was convinced she was the most wretched and miserable person in the whole world. Who else could have suffered more than she had in the these last few awful hours? 

How could Grace have done this to her? Her own sister. Surely even she must not have understood just how cruel and evil these Amazons would be? Or had she? Penelope trembled at the memory of her younger sister’s cold eyes glaring down at her. Had Grace truly been that jealous of her? It wasn’t her fault. She’d been a perfect princess, a perfect sister. She just couldn’t understand why anyone would want rid of her. 

It was growing dark now, the light from outside the tent fading away. Penelope was shivering as the cold air bit at her naked body. Just as she was starting to fear that she would be left this way all night, she heard heavy footsteps from outside the tent. 

Mala ducked under the flap covering the entrance. The towering Amazon was carrying a clay bowl in each massive hand. Penelope was shocked at the flicker of relief she felt at the sight of her evil captor. Maybe it was just a hope she’d finally be released from these awful ropes, but it still seemed insane to think of this cruel bitch with anything but anger and fear. 

She watched, heart pounding, as the olive-skinned brute set both bowls down on a small wooden table next to the door of the tent. Then Mala turned, dark eyes flickering down and the naked princess shivered with hope and nervousness. Instead of helping her, the evil bitch just strode straight past her, without even a second glance. She screamed into the gag, thrashing and pulling at the ropes. Yet still she was utterly ignored. 

Mala crouched down on another fur rug laid out at the back of the tent. Penelope had to crane her neck round to even see the evil bitch, but she didn’t dare take her eyes off her tormentor. She stared in stunned shock as the massive woman reached back and untied the fur wrap covering her chest. It dropped away in one huge hand, revealing the towering Amazon’s  boobs. 

They were very tight, and almost perfectly round, with large chocolate-colored nipples. Quite small compared to Penelope’s own, but that suited her large well-muscled shoulders. The young princess almost choked on her gag at the sudden realisation that she’d been admiring this evil bitch’s body. What the hell was happening to her? 

She frantically tore her gaze away when Mala reached down to take off her sandals too. Her heart pounded at the thought of the towering Amazon stripping off behind her back. A pink blush flooded her pale cheeks. If she peeked back now what the massive woman be entirely naked? Why was she taking everything off anyway? Didn’t she care that there was someone else to see?

In the end, Penelope could resist the urge no longer. She craned her neck and glanced back, only to squeal with shock at what she saw. Mala was crouched right there, just next to her. The massive woman had somehow crept up on her without making a sound! 

The towering Amazon had stripped off almost everything, but she was still wearing a scrap of soft fur over her thighs. Penelope was stunned to find that made her feel disappointed. What was wrong with her? She didn’t want to see this big brute naked, so why? Her head was all mixed up.

“Laya mahana?” Mala smiled at her. The Amazon reached out and the naked princess flinched as much as she was able in these awful bonds. A large hand settled on her head, rubbing at her soft, blonde hair. “Oma ta uni.” The big brute sighed, patting the trembling girl gently. “Jikiri masanda.”  

Penelope screamed into the gag as a large handful of hair was grabbed between her tormentor’s fingers. Her head was lifted, and her torso with it. It wasn’t too painful, but the thought of her beautiful hair being mishandled by this brute still brought tears to her eyes. 

Then she felt something being wrapped round her flowing locks. They were tied into a tight ponytail that tugged at her scalp. When Mala released her, she found her head was still held up in the same awkward position. She tried to lower her neck, only to feel the tugging on her wrists and ankles. 

Somehow the bitch had tied her hair to the ropes on her arms, joining them all together. Now she couldn’t even move her head. She sobbed wetly. Just when she thought things couldn’t get any worse for her, this evil bitch found a way to add to her misery. 

Through a mist of tears, she saw Mala gather up the two bowls she’d brought with her and lay them down on the ground. Then the towering Amazon reached over Penelope’s head and undid the gag, pulling the spit-soaked strip of leather away. 

The naked princess was so miserable she didn’t even think of screaming anymore. Instead she focused on working her jaw and tongue, trying to get some of the ache out of her tired cheeks. Mala held one of the bowls towards her, and she glanced down to see it was full of a thick white porridge. There was a small wooden spoon sitting on the edge. 

Penelope groaned out loud. She’d always been fussy around food, and the oat gruel in front of her just looked so unappealing. Then her tummy started aching and she realized just how hungry she was. She’d have screamed at the Palace cooks for hours had they brought her something so disgusting, but this time she supposed she’d have to bend her high standards. How was she supposed to eat with her hands tied though? 

Mala answered that question when she grabbed the spoon and scooped up a little gruel. The towering Amazon was smiling thinly as she moved it up towards Penelope’s stunned face. The young princess spluttered in shock as the spoon was slipped between her open lips. The bitch was feeding her! 

“Laya na ma.” Mala snapped, just when she was about to spit out the thick gruel out in protest. The Amazon raised a huge palm and looked warningly down Penelope’s naked body, towards her aching, vulnerable butt. The young princess shivered and meekly swallowed her little mouthful of porridge. 

Mala seemed satisfied and scooped up another spoonful. Penelope could do nothing but wait with an open mouth as the thick gruel was slipped onto her tongue. Her cheeks burned with shame, but she was far too afraid of another spanking to even think of fighting. 

As she ate more, she realized the thick gruel wasn’t so bad. There was a little salt mixed in with the oats to make it tastier, and the warm, solid food felt good in her tummy. If she could have eaten it herself, she might even have enjoyed the meal. It just felt so very embarrassing, being fed like a baby.  

At last, Mala set the empty bowl aside. She raised the second one, showing Penelope that it was full of water. This time, the naked princess knew what to expect and obediently opened her mouth as the bowl was lifted to her lips. The Amazon was very gentle, pouring a little water onto her tongue and letting her swallow it before adding anymore. Penelope knew she could have choked if her captor had been a little crueler and given her too much. 

She still had so many questions. Why do this to her at all? It seemed so strange to even bother when she could have just used her own hands. Was it all part of her punishment for her tantrum, or had the tying up been enough? She didn’t know, and the uncertainty gnawed at her guts even as she meekly swallowed down the rest of the water. 

“Kana laya.” Mala nodded, looking pleased, when she finished the bowl. The towering Amazon set it to one side, then reached out and patted Penelope again on the head. The naked princess shivered at the unwanted attention. 

She gasped in relief when she felt her captor undo the rope tying her hair. As soon as the knot was loosened, her head dropped into the furs beneath her. The bindings on her arms were next, even the ones tying her wrists together, and she started to hope she was going to be free again. Mala wasn’t so generous of course. 

Penelope winced as her cruel captor flipped her onto her side with a hand under her shoulder. Then her right wrist was grabbed and moved to her front, followed by the left, which Mala had to lift her up to get under her body. Her head was spinning as the brute handled her so easily. She felt a hot blush on her cheeks, her lips going dry. Why did she feel this way? So small and vulnerable, like a pretty little doll in her captor’s hands. She didn’t even think to offer any resistance before another rope was wrapped round her wrists and they were tied in front of her this time. 

The naked princess swallowed a frustrated shriek when she tried to move her hands and found them bound together. What was the point of all this? Tying her, untying her and letting her think she might escape, then just tying her up again. At least she was much more comfortable with her arms bound in front of her. Her shoulders were aching from the long, uncomfortable time she’d spent with them behind her back. She could stretch her legs out now too. She hurriedly did so, sighing with relief as the tension in her hips was eased. 

Mala was staring down at her again with one of those satisfied smiles. Penelope pursed her lips, scowling furiously. She would have spoken her mind, but the bitch wouldn’t understand anyway, and it’d probably just get her gagged again. Then she noticed the Amazon was still looking at her, those dark eyes drifting up and down her naked body. 

“Oshin laya.” The towering brute murmured, a strange, rough heat in her low voice. Penelope shivered in her bonds, something deep inside her responding to those words. Suddenly she knew that Mala wanted her. The way men wanted her. This massive, muscular beast of a woman wanted to take her purity. Her thighs clenched tight, but the way her ankles were tied she couldn’t even cover her privates. She was vulnerable, no, powerless. There was nothing she could do to stop this with her hands and legs tied so tightly. 

Her heart was pounding in her chest, her face flushed with heat. She felt her stiff nipples start to ache and throb, and her fingers twitched with a strange longing to touch and soothe them. Her belly fluttered madly as Mala leant forward. She couldn’t take this. Stripped, spanked and now violated. If the Amazon touched her now she was sure she’d die of shame. 

A strangled squeaking noise escaped her lips when Mala reached forward, but that huge hand passed over her body and found another blanket behind her back. Her mouth fell open as her towering captor just dropped the fur over her, covering her naked skin up to her neck. She was stunned, her mouth hanging open. What? 

What the Hell had just happened? She’d been totally convinced Mala was about to rape her. Everything had pointed that way. She swallowed hard, struggling to get a grip on her own racing thoughts. That was impossible, right? A woman, raping a woman. 

What had she been thinking? Of course, a woman couldn’t rape her! Women didn’t even like each other that way. It was the stress. She’d seen something that hadn’t even been there, convinced herself something else awful was going to happen just because she'd been tortured every other way. 

“Na ran, laya.” Mala growled, raising a finger to her lips. Penelope nodded frantically, her breaths coming hot and fast. She felt almost feverish, her skin still flushed. Keep quiet, she told herself firmly. Mala had just ordered her to keep quiet, and if she made any noise she’d be gagged again. 

The Amazon seemed satisfied and rose back to her feet. Penelope watched with wide eyes as her towering captor found another pile of furs on the other side of the tent and lay down on top of them, facing away. Going to sleep? The naked princess felt a strange, restless irritation at the thought.

So that was it then? This brute of a woman kidnaps a princess, strips her, spanks her and ties her and now she was just going to be left in a heap of furs like a naughty dog. She almost felt like she wanted Mala to do something to her. At least then this would all mean something. Right now, it felt like all these horrible things had happened and she still couldn’t figure out why. 

It was just, this day had been so awful, and she was so mixed up now. Tears came to her eyes as the terrible events flickered through her mind. The shame and anger and fear came back full force as she was left alone with her thoughts once again. Her body hurt. Her limbs were still strained from the hard exercise and long day spent tied. Her butt was stinging and aching, even the slight pressure of the blanket hurting her bruised cheeks. She wanted to cry and scream and thrash, but she knew Mala would come and hurt her again if she did. 

Sobbing with frustration, she lay against the furs. How could this have happened to her? She was a princess, royalty. This didn’t happen to girls like her. Maybe it was just a nightmare. Maybe if she fell asleep now she’d wake up back in her carriage and forget it all. Maybe. 

With a soft sigh, the naked princess closed her eyes. She was exhausted, both mind and body drained by everything that had happened. Even in her utter misery, it took only a few moments before she slipped away into a light, troubled sleep.