The Amazon Queen

The Amazon Queen

by RiverOtter

Warning! Adult Content!

This story contains strong sexual content and is intended for mature audiences and is not suitable for minors.

This story is copyrighted © 2007 by RiverOtter. This story is a work of fiction and any resemblance to any real persons, living or dead, is unintended and purely coincidental. It may not be sold or redistributed for profit in any form. Archiving and posting online is permitted if the story is kept intact in its original form, and proper credit is given.

Sincere comments, feedback and criticism are welcome.

Characters are listed at the beginning of chapter 1.

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Chapter 9: The Princess

One week earlier...

The princess in question was, in fact, the very one with whom Amber was well acquainted. In her home country of Avalonia, a beautiful, pastoral land which had passed generations without fighting a single war, the princess Penelope's father had ruled well and sired two beautiful daughters in his relative old age. Penelope's mother had passed away when the princess was still young, and her father had remarried another woman whom Penelope had never particularly liked. When the old king died, Penelope prepared herself to assume the throne, but suddenly found almost half the nobles and barons arrayed against her—her younger sister Gwendolyn was making a power grab, and Penelope was locked away in prison, her supporters scattered or cowed into silence. Penelope assumed her stepmother was behind this, as Gwendolyn was little more than a spoiled teenager.

A loyal friend named Amber had helped to free Penelope and see her secretly escape, only to be caught and exiled to some unexplored island. The neighboring kingdoms—Calledon, Corsinia, Norwich—refused to shelter or aid to the princess, preferring to see who came out ahead first. This angered Penelope to no end; the ruling families of those lands had once sent suitors to fawn over her, praising her beauty and wisdom to the high heavens; now she saw their flowery words were worth less than the air they were spoken with. A harsh lesson in politics for a young would-be ruler like herself. So Penelope had ventured to the only place she could, across the sea and into the unknown.

Here on the Amazons' islands Penelope found herself alone and unsure of her surroundings. The borders with all the neighboring kingdoms were closely guarded, so the princess had made her way here, where her enemies feared to follow. She herself was a little scared, but desperate enough to brave the unknown wilderness on this early morning. She rode her white horse deeper into the interior, avoiding the few outposts on the coast. She was covered in a plain cloak and hood, with a scarf around her face. She carried a sword was hidden at her side. Eventually she found a path and followed it. It must inevitably lead to some settlement, she thought, and it would be someplace her enemies could not find her. She needed time to rest and decide the best course of action.

The princess noticed a fire ahead. It came from an armed encampment, she saw—someone had attacked it and set it ablaze. Several dead guards lay on the ground. Only four remained, and they surrounded a young woman who fought them off with a hide covered shield and spear. Penelope recognized their uniforms: they were loyal to her upstart sister and her mother-in-law, and therefore enemies to her. The woman wore a studded leather jerkin for armor, but her head was uncovered and bleeding. She lunged so ferociously that all of the men were driven back. Penelope dismounted and quietly drew the sword she carried, hoping to find a way to slip by. The woman caught one of the soldiers under the ribs with her spearhead, which broke off as he perished. The other three closed in on her, all armed with swords. The female warrior stumbled back. Her leg seemed injured and she couldn't move very well. They would finish her soon...

Penelope weighed her options for an instant. She could try to escape, but her sense of honor would not let her abandon the brave woman to her enemies. It was foolhardy, but Penelope didn't think she could live with herself if she didn't try to help. She drew her sword and charged in. One of the men turned to her and raised a shield, but not before Penelope struck him in the chest. The other two turned in surprise and the warrior woman struck one in the leg with the broken shaft of her spear. He limped away from her, towards Penelope, and the woman fell over, unable to walk any more.

Penelope's rational mind reasserted itself and she realized this wasn't a good idea. She knew how to fence, but had never been in real combat before. The two men separated and flanked her, closing in on each side. She backed away. In desperation, she picked up a flaming ember and tossed in at the limping soldier. His leather breeches caught fire and he yelled. Penelope ran over and stabbed him in the gut with her sword, only to be knocked down viciously from behind. She rolled away and stood up, facing the more heavily armored soldier that remained.

She parried his blows, but the man was stronger and more experienced. She couldn't get past his shield. His sword cut her once, then twice. He came too close for her and she fell down. Just and he raised his blade to finish her, she stabbed out at his leg. He stopped, cried out in pain, and Penelope rolled away. With a cry she swung hard enough to knock him off balance and finished him off. There were no more soldiers around. Penelope sighed and rose to her feet in relief. She was very weary, now that the rush of adrenaline had faded, and stunned; as she had never killed anyone before.

“Thank you,” said a nearby voice. Penelope had momentarily forgotten the young woman in her desperate fight. The princess walked over to her and knelt down. The girl was bloody and bruised, and her eyes were half closed. She was very pretty, with a sweet face, a tall, slender figure and light brown hair that came just past her shoulders.

“What's your name, miss?” asked Penelope.

“Talia,” said the girl. She passed out for a moment.

“Well, Talia, I won't let you die,” said Penelope. She ran to get provisions from her saddlebags and came back as quickly as she could. She removed the hood and scarf that disguised her face.

Talia was smitten with Penelope from the moment she laid eyes on her. The princess was stunningly beautiful—in her prime, she was the product of generations of handsome kings who married only the most attractive women in their realm. Her hair was a fiery golden yellow, her eyes deep blue. Her face was classically beautiful, with high, soft cheekbones and warm, inviting lips. Her figure was not exactly voluptuous, but was slender and well proportioned, and round in all the right places. Penelope had a noble, regal bearing befitting her heritage. She moved and spoke with grace and confidence, never losing her temper, and radiated a warmth that put people instinctively at ease around her.

She bound Talia's wounds and stopped the bleeding. Talia came around, and Penelope gave the girl some water.

“Are you a goddess?” asked Talia.

“No, miss, I'm very human,” said Penelope. “Relax and drink a little.”

“You could pass for one,” said the young woman with laugh. “I thought you might be coming to take me to the afterlife.”

“You're young still,” said the princess. “You're going to live a good long time.”

She helped Talia sit up.

“Can you walk?”

“Yes, with your help.” Penelope supported Talia with her arm and helped her to her horse.

“Are you an Amazon?” the princess asked.

“Yes, my lady, I suppose that's what they call us.”

“I never knew your people were real,” said Penelope. “Why were you fighting those men?”

“I was patrolling and got careless. They ambushed me.”

“Yet you killed eight of them,” said the princess in amazement.

“Not very good, I know,” said Talia, a little ashamed. “Any other of my tribe would not have needed help.”

“May I ask what the name of place this is?”

“You're on the island of Lyria. My home, Timberwood, is not far from here.”

“Let me take you there, then.”

“Of course my lady. Keep following the path.”

They mounted the horse. Talia sat behind Penelope and embraced her for support.

“Would you like to know my name?” said the princess as they got underway, wondering why Talia hadn't asked yet.

“You risked your life to save mine,” said Talia. “So I'll call you whatever you wish. I belong to you now.”

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Penelope stood before Sheila, the Matron, in the large hall in the Amazons' temple. Her gown was torn and her cloak muddy, but her regal countenance impressed all the same. Penelope looked around at the temple's marble columns and classical construction. Clearly, this was a sophisticated people. The Amazon settlement fascinated her. The women here were proud and beautiful, and very welcoming. She was impressed with everyone she met, from the stout men and confidant women to the lovely nude slave girls who dutifully served them. This, she thought, was what a safe and orderly kingdom should be like.

The Matron looked at Penelope and Talia curiously, weighing the situation before deciding what was to be done with the new arrival. “You both swear your story is true?” she asked them.

They affirmed it was.

“You did not surrender, Talia?” asked the Matron intently.

“No, Matron. I fought to the death.”

“Good; it would set a terrible precedent if you were taken alive,” said the Matron. “You still have your honor. I will send a scout to collect trophies from the dead.” Sheila then turned her attention to the princess. “Penelope may join our tribe, if she wishes. She has shed and spilled blood with one of us, and I find her deserving.”

“That's very kind of you,” said Penelope. “I am without a home, and I would be glad to join you.”

“I will adopt you as my own daughter,” said the Matron. “You have many rights as an Amazon, but responsibilities also. It is not always easy. Do you understand?”

“I do, Matron,” said Penelope. “Thank you.” She bowed gracefully.

“And Talia, since she is in your debt, will have to repay you,” said Sheila. “There are different ways--” But Talia interrupted before she could finish.

“I know what I want,” said the young Amazon. “I want to serve Penelope.” The Matron paused and raised an eyebrow.

“Are you sure?” the older woman asked. “This is serious; you cannot go back once you've made your decision.”

“I am sure, Matron,” said Talia. “My life is hers.” Talia then turned to Penelope.

“I am flattered,” said the Princess. “But you don't owe me anything, as far as I am concerned.”

“Yes, well, this is her choice,” said Sheila. “You saved her life, and she's your responsibility. Even if you didn't claim her as your slave, she has claimed you as her Mistress.”

“That is what I want,” said Talia, clearly smitten with Penelope.

“Very well,” said Sheila. If Talia wasn't completely certain, she thought, it was too bad; she wasn't going to waste any more time on it. “Chandra, strip her down and collar her.”

The Matron's oldest daughter came up to Talia and drew a knife. She cut off the girl's leather jerkin and her halter top underneath, exposing Talia's perky breasts. Talia removed her skirt and sandals, and Chandra cut the string of the thong she wore underneath. When Talia was naked, Chandra took her roughly by the arm.

“Do you want her shaved?” asked Chandra. “I think she should be. It's more humbling.”

“If you think it's best...” said Penelope, unsure exactly what the question meant.

“I'll be back soon.” She led Talia away.

“I'm not sure I completely understand,” said Penelope. This was some unknown custom to her. “Why must she be unclothed?”

“Talia is your property now,” answered Sheila. “She may not own anything or wear clothing.”

“You have your customs, of course,” said Penelope. “But I don't wish to humiliate her.”

“That is our way.”

“I see, Matron. What should I do with her?”

“Oh, slave girls have many uses. She will please you intimately, and work for your profit.”

Penelope could only wonder what this was going to be like.

After a short while Chandra returned, leading Talia by a brass collar around the nude girl's neck. Talia wore wrist and ankle cuffs with rings on them, and all her pubic hair was gone. She looked more feminine and utterly vulnerable, and less like the warrior who had defeated several armed men at once. Talia knelt down and kissed Penelope's feet lovingly. She formally swore herself to the princess. At the Matron's command, Penelope swore to protect and provide for her, and keep her disciplined. She hoped she was up to the task.

Chandra handed something to Penelope. The princess recognized it as a flogger—they were sometimes used to punish criminals in her own kingdom—and picked it up, examining it curiously.

“You can use this for now, until you get one of your own,” Chandra said.

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Penelope was offered a room in the Matron's home, which also served as the amazons' temple, but chose to stay in the cozy cottage that Talia had once owned, at the new slave girl's insistence—Talia's property was now Penelope's, and the Amazon seemed happy to give it to her. The princess settled in gratefully and the home was redecorated to fit her tastes. She refurbished the formerly spartan dwelling to make it softer, brighter, and more inviting.

Rings and hooks hung on the walls for reasons she didn't quite understand, and not all of the furnishings were familiar to her, but she was happy to finally have a place to call her own after many days spent wandering in the open wilderness. That afternoon an Amazon scout returned from the ruined campsite and presented Penelope with a leather bag full of severed ears from the men she and Talia had killed. The scout expressed her admiration. Penelope blanched at the sight and said nothing for fear of giving offense.

Training with the Amazons was harder and more demanding than anything Penelope had ever done before. For an entire week she arose a little after dawn broke and went to practice with the other women early in the day, learning to a use a sword, spear, dagger and bow. They used safer wooden weapons for practice, but they were very competitive and Penelope was bruised and muddy from falling to the ground by the time practice ended. Then she exercised, carrying buckets of water up long flights of stairs to increase her strength and running along the island's trails to improve her conditioning. The other women who had done this since they were children made it look so easy, she thought.

To learn to live in the wild, she had to know every type of plant and identify every kind of animal track. The Matron Sheila supervised her and gave her encouragement. Since Penelope was new in the tribe she had to train full time until Sheila deemed her ready, and the Matron had very high standards.

Penelope stumbled back to her private cottage in the evening. She was bruised and sore, and did not even take off her weathered clothes before falling onto the bed. The new clothes she had been given by the Amazons were still strange to her, but comfortable. Instead of the elaborate silk dresses of royalty, she now wore a more pragmatic leather hunting jerkin and skirt.

“Let me get you undressed, Mistress,” said Talia, who had waited faithfully for the beautiful princess to return since the morning, as she had each day that week. Penelope unwound her hair and let the eager slave girl undress and bathe her; she felt almost too stiff to move. Talia luxuriated in washing Penelope's beautiful golden hair. It was a bit shorter than before, out of necessity, and done up in a ponytail most of the time now, but when unwound and washed it was as radiant as ever.

“How did you do it?” she asked the Amazon girl. Penelope had thought Talia made a huge sacrifice by giving up her freedom; now she practically envied her.

Talia shrugged. “Sometimes, you get so tired you have block everything out but putting one foot in front of the other,” she said.

“Well, I've been allowed some free time this coming week,” said Penelope. “The Matron wants to make sure you get properly trained.”

Talia looked at her with wide, grateful eyes.

“Thank you for keeping me,” she said. “I know I imposed myself on you, but I would be heartbroken if you sold me.”

“No,” said Penelope. “I wouldn't do anything like that to you.”

Slavery was practiced to some degree throughout the kingdoms, and she understood the obvious potential for pain and abuse. She was resolved to take good care of Talia.

“Thank you, Mistress,” said Talia. She was overjoyed. Penelope was finally going to take her! “I'll be a good slave for you. May I help you undress for the night?”

“In a moment,” said the princess as she sat down. Talia was sitting on her knees, looking at her new Mistress with adoration. “I thought we might talk.”

“About what, Mistress?”

“I just wanted to know why you gave up your freedom,” said Penelope. “I don't understand all your ways, but it seems a strange thing to do—to me, at least.”

“Well, Mistress,” answered Talia, “Since I was young I've had these...feelings that I can't explain. I always wondered what it would be like to be, well, bound, and I would crave punishment even when I had done nothing wrong. Sometimes I would bind myself when I was alone, and I liked it. I began to think about it an awful lot—and when I saw you, all I could think was how I wanted to be with you.”

“So this is what you really want?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“I see,” said the princess, deep in thought now. “All right then, let's have a look at you.”

Talia stood up straight, put her hands behind her neck and pushed her chest out proudly. Penelope examined her closely. Talia was very pretty, with a bright, expressive face, lovely dimples and a well toned, slender figure—some might have said she was too skinny, but Penelope found her quite attractive. Her light brown hair was cut about an inch above her shoulders, and combed back to reveal the lovely nape of her neck. Her breasts were firm and pleasantly round, and Penelope could see her pubis that had been shaved.

“Turn around,” said Penelope. “Put your hands against the wall there.”

Talia obeyed, turning around and arching her back provocatively for Penelope. The princess put her hands on the Amazon, tracing the narrow curve of her waist and hips. On impulse she placed her arms around the young woman and gently cupped her breasts. Talia responded by pushing her chest further forward against Penelope's hands.

My very own slave girl, she thought. What would they think of this at home? A lovely young woman who would obey her every whim, do whatever she wanted. She could take Talia any time she wanted, or punish her for any reason, and the girl would have to submit. The idea gave Penelope much guilty pleasure.

She told Talia to remain where she was and produced the flogger Chandra had given her. She flicked it lightly against Talia's backside a few times to test its feel. She felt a surge of erotic power, of control, well up inside her. Talia swayed her hips gently in response to the flogger's touch. Penelope brought her hand down against Talia's firm bottom, hitting it with medium force. She hit her other cheek. Talia let out a low, barely audible sigh.

“Do you like that?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Penelope became more adventurous. She put her arms around Talia's torso, and pressed her chest firmly against Talia's back. She was aware of a pleasant tingling sensation below her waist.

“And that?”

“Very much, Mistress.”

“Let's get ready for bed,” said the Princess. “It's been a long day.”

Talia turned around and unbuttoned her Mistress's jerkin, humbly avoiding eye contact. Penelope let her slave girl take off her halter top after that, revealing the princess's perfectly round, exquisite breasts. Talia admired her Mistress as she removed her skirt and thong, brushing her hands against the princess's long, silky legs.

After Talia had neatly folded and put away her Mistress's clothes, Penelope approached her and gently put her hands on the slave's breasts. Talia smiled sweetly, putting her arms around Penelope's neck and kissed her. Their lips remained locked together for some time, bosom pressed against bosom. She had been attracted to another woman once—to a lady in waiting of hers named Amber. She had seen Amber when she was bathing, and Penelope couldn't help but admire the servant's gorgeous nude figure. Amber didn't seem to mind much. She kept her feelings a strict secret—the royal court would have been scandalized by their behavior. Here though, no one would have given it a second thought.

Penelope led Talia to the bed and sat down, laying the slave face down on her lap.

The princess ran her hand over Talia's buttocks, pinching the flesh playfully. She swatted the girl's bottom a few more times, and saw that Talia was smiling.

“Do you want me to spank you harder?”

“Yes, please, Mistress.”

Penelope brought her hand down with a loud Smack! again and again. Talia moaned, partly from pain but mostly in pleasure. Penelope found this terribly exciting; apparently, Talia did too. Penelope took Talia and laid her back on the cozy bed. She took Talia's wrist cuffs and clipped them to the convenient rings on the bedposts (why did all the Amazons' bed have these? she had wondered). Talia looked up at her with anticipation. The one thing the Matron had stressed to Penelope above all else was to never allow a slave to come without her express permission. Penelope decided to test Talia, to see how obedient she could be.

She took a feather and ran the tip lightly under Talia's arms, forcing a giggle from the restrained girl. Penelope tickled Talia's chin and between her breasts, and told her to open her legs. Talia opened her thighs, and Penelope ran the feather over her sex, making her squirm.

Penelope then leaned down and took Talia's breast in her mouth, devouring the nipple, moving her tongue fiercely around the aureole. It had been a long time since the princess had had sexual release. Talia closed her eyes and sighed out loud, straining against her wrist cuffs. Penelope kissed her fully on the lips, moving her tongue against her slave's. The two remained in their passionate kiss for quite some time. The princess then moved her head down Talia's body, kissing her between the breasts, then on her chest, and down to her stomach. She smiled at Talia and placed her head between the eager slave's legs. She put her tongue just to the lips of Talia's sex, feeling the taste of smooth skin and sweet moisture. She did not quite put her tongue inside Talia but felt the girl's clitoris, rubbing and teasing her. Talia's head moved back against the pillow and her chest heaved upwards.

“Oh...oohh...ooohhh...oooohhhh...” As she moaned more emphatically, Penelope raised her head back up. Talia was entranced by her beauty. To her Penelope looked like a goddess, as though a classically sculpted statue had come to life. The princess lay on top her now, passionately kissing her slave girl. Talia thought she tasted sweet. Penelope put a hand on Talia's breast and with her other hand she reached down between the young woman's legs. She rubbed her finger against Talia's labia. The bound woman desperately wanted to embrace the princess, but she could only receive pleasure from her. Penelope once again moved her head down to Talia's firm bosom, sucking her nipple, and pushed a pair of fingers into Talia's pussy. Talia's breasts were not large, but were firm and well rounded, and Penelope was enjoying them immensely. The nipples stiffened until they felt rock hard. Penelope bit down on one greedily until her slave cried out.

“Ah!...aahh...aaahhh...” with Penelope's attention to her pussy, Talia was feeling close to a climax. Penelope stopped. Talia looked at her pleadingly, desperate for more pleasure from her new Mistress.

“Now, this is your first test,” said Penelope. “I want you to feel the best orgasm you can. But it has to be when I say you can. Understand?”

Talia nodded. Penelope reveled in her power over this young woman. She had ruled her kingdom before this, but it wasn't the same. This was so much more intimate and personal. She unfastened Talia's wrists from the bedposts. Talia wanted to embrace her Mistress, but Penelope made her kneel on the floor next to the bed. The princess then went to her a chest that Chandra had given her and pulled out a phallus. She examined it with a raised eyebrow, then smiled. She bent down and pushed it into Talia's groin. The slave girl gave a long, low moan, and Penelope left it there inside her as she sat back on the bed.

“Now I want you to pleasure me,” she ordered. “And that has to stay inside you the whole time. If it falls out, I'll know you came without permission, and I'll have to punish you.”

Talia nodded obediently. “Yes, Mistress.”

Penelope sat facing her slave girl and opened her legs. Talia eagerly bent her head down between her Mistress's legs. She thought Penelope's pussy was the most beautiful she had ever seen, white and smooth, and covered by lovely golden curls of hair. Her tongue went right to her Mistress's sex, tasting the sweet wetness against the soft skin, then opening her labia and plunging deep inside. She moved her tongue around enthusiastically, happy to be able to pleasure such a beautiful and loving Mistress.

Penelope bit her lip and moaned appreciatively. Talia obviously had experience with this. She knew where to touch her to give her the most pleasure, and moved her tongue with assurance. Penelope pinched her own nipples softly, feeling them harden under the pressure. Why hadn't she done this more often? Convention be damned; if she was ever able to return to her own kingdom, she was going to take whomever she wanted into her own bed. Talia especially.

“Mmmm...mmm...” Penelope closed her eyes in a blissful reverie. She blocked everything else out but the sensations running from between her legs to the rest of her body. Finally, after some long minutes, she felt the warm glow of orgasm erupt inside her, courtesy of Talia's skilled attentions. She stood up over her slave girl.

“Have you come yet?” she asked.

Talia shook her head. “Please, Mistress, I don't think I can hold it much longer; may I come?”

“Hmm,” said her Mistress tantalizingly. “You've been good tonight, so I suppose so.” She brought Talia onto the bed and laid her down on her back. The phallus remained inside her, glistening with the wetness from the slave girl's pussy. Penelope lay next to her and sweetly kissed her slave's lips. She reached down and began to move the phallus back and forth. After just a few moments Talia exploded, face contorted, and let out a series of torturous cries and moans. Her back arched and her chest heaved up and down dramatically.

“Thank you...thank you so much Mistress...”

“I wonder what else I can do with you,” said Penelope with some bashfulness. “I'll have to ask Chandra to help with your training; she knows so much more than I.”

Talia gulped. The prospect of being trained by Chandra was daunting, but she nodded obediently and said nothing. The two lay together, embraced in the warm afterglow of their lovemaking. Talia placed her head against Penelope's lovely white bosom, closed her eyes and fell asleep blissfully. Penelope herself thought that if she could not be in Avalonia, this was the next best place.

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