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 5: Trying to Please

When Keira left for her latest raid, Amber dutifully wished her luck and silently hoped she didn't kill anyone. Keira was headed to Norwich, a cold land well north of Avalonia that amber knew only from maps; hence, she might be gone for some time. In the meantime she was left in the care of Keira's older sister, Chandra. Amber spent her first night in Chandra's large cabin in a reasonably comfortable cage, uneasy to be serving a different Mistress, even temporarily. Chandra had the same dark hair and stern bearing of her mother, the tribe's Matriarch. She was tall and very attractive; she would have been prettier if she softened the expression on her face more often. Her sharp, prominent cheekbones and pursed lips framed a pair of intense, penetrating eyes. She usually dressed in a leather jerkin and skirt with high, laced boots that went up to her thigh.

After her breakfast Amber went outside to stretch out. She found Chandra's own slave girl, Belle, crawling around on the short grass and enjoying the sunshine. Belle's legs were bent at the knee as far as they could go and chained that way so she could only move on her hands an knees. She was a pretty girl, younger than Amber, with cheeks that were blushed a rosy color and her hair done up in two ponytails on either side. Amber walked over to her.

“Hello,” she said with a friendly smile. Belle looked at her neutrally. She said nothing and continued stretching and wandering. Amber noticed the tail on her backbone. Of course, Amber thought--Belle was Chandra's “pet,” so she must be playing the role now. Amber thought it was cute.

“Here, kitty kitty,” she said. She knelt and held out her hand. Belle gave her an angry look and turned away, crawling quickly into Chandra's cabin. Amber seemed to have offended her somehow.

A little later, Chandra called Amber back inside. The front half of Chandra's large home looked like an austere study, with a bookcase, oil lamps, desk, and sofa; but the back half, separated by a curtain, looked looked like a dungeon crossed with a playroom. There were balls and stuffed animals scattered around for Belle to play with, and even hoops she practiced jumping through. Various gags were kept on a shelf along with whips and paddles. Chains and restraints hung on the walls.

Amber entered and knelt at the dark haired Amazon's feet in the position she had been taught, keeping her hands on her knees and her eyes cast down. Chandra was working on some leather craft at her table. She did not look at Amber until she was finished. Amber waited patiently in silence.

“You'll have to forgive Belle; she's very shy,” said Chandra finally. “She doesn't like to play with strangers. As for you, however, Keira tells me you're coming along nicely.”

“Thank you, Mistress.”

“You'll find, however, that I'm not as lenient as she is,” said Chandra coolly.

Amber remained silent.

“Come onto my lap.”

Amber put herself stomach-down over Chandra's knees. The Amazon felt her smooth round bottom, squeezing and pinching her playfully. Chandra made Amber uneasy. She was cold and austere, even when she smiled, though her dimples gave her face some warmth. Keira radiated a warm confidence that Amber found comforting; there was no such comfort from her Mistress's older sister. Amber felt like she was being examined for defects. Chandra's stare weighed heavily on her. After a little while she began to slap Amber's soft flesh, eliciting small cries from the blonde captive. Chandra varied the frequency and intensity of her spanks, keeping Amber guessing what would come next. Gradually the slaps became more intense, and Amber's eyes watered. She winced, trying not to cry out, but little gasps escaped her. Her bottom throbbed now, and Chandra struck her with full force, eliciting a cry from the helpless slave girl. Just when it seemed she would stop, she struck Amber several more times, as hard as anyone had ever hit her.

“You took that well,” said Chandra after she finally stopped. Amber tried to bring her sobs under control. “I always like the open hand; it's so...intimate.” She brought Amber up to sit on her lap, facing her. She kissed Amber's tear-streaked cheeks. “I can see why Keira is so taken with you. She was always a good judge of beauty.”

She reached her hand down and felt Amber's sex. She was pleased to find it wet already. Amber realized this and blushed. Chandra rubbed her between the legs, tracing the outer lips of her vagina. She felt her sex throbbing. The Amazon bent and kissed her on the lips. She felt like small and helpless in this woman's arms. She breathed in and out deeply and returned the kisses, and put her arms around Chandra's neck. The moisture began to dampen Chandra's hand.

Just as the slave girl felt her pleasure mounting to a crest, Chandra drew back and stood up.

“Time to play a game,” she said. She led Amber up a flight of stairs to her room. The large chamber was dominated by a four poster bed with pulled curtains that reminded Amber of the more ornate ones in the palace she had lived in. Chandra reached into a box and took out a large number of metal rings, each about twice the size of her wrist. She placed the box against the wall opposite the bed.

“This is an exercise I like to put Belle through,” said the Amazon. “Let's see how well you do.” She put the rings on the pillow of her large bed. “You will crawl on your hands and knees and take a ring in your mouth, and bring it to the box as fast as you can. Put it in the box and get another. You will move as fast as you can, and you will not stand up.” Her voice was aloof and imperious. Amber got on her knees and looked up at the Amazon, who seemed to tower over her.

“If you don't move quickly enough for my liking, I will offer you some encouragement,” she said. She produced a short riding whip and snapped it in the air. Amber gulped.

“Begin,” the Amazon commanded. Amber crawled over onto the bed and picked a ring up with her mouth. There pile seemed huge to her. As soon as she crawled down she felt a sharp sting on her bottom.

“Nnnnnhh,” she cried, but she did not drop the ring. The pain lingered a long time. She crossed the floor that suddenly seemed to get larger and put it back in its box and turned to go back. Just as she reached the bed she was lashed again, and let out a yelp. The sting was vicious and bit deep into her flesh. She felt terribly exposed.

“Hurry up, lazy,” said the Amazon as Amber raced back and forth. If Amber raised herself too high she received a sting on her back. She could not escape the whip. It seemed she could not move fast enough for Chandra, who whipped her every time she crossed the room. Amber began to sob again, unable to hold back her tears. Her backside was aflame, and she felt utterly humiliated by the Amazon's game.

“Move it, or I'll tan your hide,” said Chandra firmly. She nudged Amber forward with the tip of her boot.

The pile of rings never seemed to get smaller. She panted and sweat, and her legs tired. She wanted to beg Chandra for mercy but didn't dare to do so. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, she finished. Amber knelt before her stern Mistress. She panted heavily, breasts heaving, as tears rolled down her face. There were red welts across her back and buttocks. Chandra admonished her to kiss her boots and Amber did so, bereft of any dignity.

The slave girl received no rest before her next activity. Chandra went to the wall of the room and turned a wheel with a length of chain wrapped around it. The chain went up the wall and across the ceiling via a pulley, and the end was attached to a horizontal bar, just like the one in Keira's room.

“Do you know what these were made for?” she asked.

“No, Mistress,” Amber replied, regaining some composure.

“Originally it was for lacing up a woman's corset; she could put her hands on it while being laced from behind. We've since found more...interesting uses for it.” She took Amber's wrists, cased in their restraints, and fastened them to the ends of the bar over her head, about three feet apart. Chandra pressed put her arm around Amber's waist and pulled her against her breast, kissing her on the mouth. Amber felt her sex throbbing again. Chandra kissed her forehead and neck. With her hands bound overhead, to was impossible for the blonde slave to either resist or respond.

“You're trembling, little one,” her Mistress said. She stepped back and looked Amber over, admiring her. The captive girl averted her eyes in shame. “Tell me, how do you think you did in our little game, h'm?”

“Not well, Mistress,” said Amber meekly.

“Why not?”

“Because I couldn't move fast enough for you.”

“Do you think you ever could have?”

Amber pause a moment. “No, Mistress,” she said with resignation.

“Then what was the point, h'm?”

“I don't know, Mistress.”

“I wanted to see how eager you were to please,” said Chandra. “I whipped you because it pleased me to do so. So why do you think you are bound as you are now?”

“Because it pleases you, Mistress.”

“Indeed. It pleases me very much, to see you like this.” Chandra pinched Amber's nipples. The slave girl's breasts suddenly felt heavy and exposed.

“Now, I'm going to test your obedience further, and if you do well I will reward you. If not, you will be lashed further and receive no pleasure. Understand?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Spread your legs apart...further,” Chandra commanded. Amber obeyed. “I'm going to deliver some more strokes, and you must not bring your legs together. Do this and I may be pleased.”

Chandra took her whip and went around behind Amber, pacing back and forth, like a cat stalking a mouse. Amber heard the hiss of the riding whip an instant before it struck the back of her left leg. She clenched her thigh muscles and bent her knees ever so slightly upon feeling the harsh sting, but kept her legs apart as commanded. Chandra cracked the whip against Amber's naked flesh again and again, focusing on her upper legs, daring her to close them. The blonde slave winced and stoically held her position, though just barely. She cried out pitifully as the whip bit her repeatedly, as though her voice might somehow soften Chandra's heart. It did not. Amber yelped in pain as the lash struck her lower bottom, crossing a previous mark that still hurt. She pictured her backside criss-crossed with deep red marks, though the reality was not so bad.

Suddenly, the whip struck her between the legs, right at the tip of her hungry sex.

“Ooo,” she cried, but it was more because of where the whip struck than how hard. Chandra snapped the whip at her groin again, then again.

“Aaaahh...” Amber yelped. Her thigh muscles clenched harder than ever before. Her knees bent inward. She kept control, however, and her feet remained planted apart.

“Not bad,” said Chandra. “You have performed satisfactorily. I will give you your reward now.”

The Amazon brought over a small table. There was a polished phallus attached to it, like a finger pointing upward. She moved it and placed it between Amber's legs. She then turned the wheel on the wall again, lowering the bar that held Amber's wrists over her head. The slave girl could now lower her hips to the phallus and pleasure herself. She thought it lewd and humiliating to do so front of Chandra, but her swollen sex hungered, and she craved release.

“Go ahead,” said Chandra. “Or perhaps you need some encouragement?” She took a paddle from a drawer and tapped Amber's sore bottom with it. With a moan, the poor slave lowered her wet sex onto the phallus and closed her eyes, feeling the pleasure mount inside her. Chandra continued to paddle her gently, as Amber moved her hips up and down faster and faster. He breathing intensified and her body glistened with sweat now, as she abandoned herself to the feelings deep inside. Finally, when the orgasmic wave washed through her, she let out a series of load moans and tossed her head back, relieved at last. Chandra stroked her gently.

“Thank you, Mistress,” she panted.

At last, Chandra flashed a pleased smile, if only momentarily.

That night, Amber lay on Chandra's bed, spread eagled and unable to move. Soft ropes that felt like velvet secured her wrists and ankles to the four bedposts. She saw the raven haired Amazon enter

and undress, and Amber felt the stirrings of desire between her legs again. Chandra came to the bed and caressed her face softly, then moved her hand to the bound girl's breast.

“Tonight, you're all mine, dear,” she said.

“Yes, Mistress,” said Amber quietly. She closed her eyes and savored Chandra's touch. The Amazon proceeded to make love to her for a long time, and Amber could not reciprocate. Chandra straddled Amber's face and made her lick her pussy until she came, and put her breasts to the bound blonde's mouth so she could suck them. Despite her fear of this woman, or perhaps because of it, Amber climaxed multiple times that night.

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It was the last day before Keira was supposed to return. Amber spent her time when not working in the cage in Chandra's cabin, thoroughly bored. She wished she were with Keira now, if only to relieve this monotony. Chandra spent most of her time helping her mother, the Matron of the tribe, and much of her time at home playing with Belle. They seemed to have a strong bond. She trained Amber as well, but those sessions only constituted a small portion of the slave girl's day.

Finally, Chandra opened up Amber's cage and helped her out. The Amazon wore a leather tunic and skirt, with her customary high boots.

“I have one more surprise for you, little one,” she said. “If you endure it, you can spend tonight in my bedchamber. Would you like that?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Very well, then. Come with me.” Chandra clipped a lead to Amber's collar and fastened her restraints together behind her back. They left her spacious cabin together and proceeded down to the town square. Chandra carried a whip with her; Amber wondered what was going to happen. They didn't seem to be going to another home or a shop. Chandra brought her to a pair of free standing posts set right in the middle of the square. There were people milling about, men and women, Amazons and merchants, talking and doing business. Amber recognized where she was. She had seen slaves punished here, presumably for serious offenses, in as pubic a place as possible in order to teach them humility.

A horizontal post lay over the two standing ones. From each corner of the structure hung a length of chain. Chandra took Amber's wrists and clipped them to the chain, over her head. Her arms were now bound above her, diagonally apart.

“Please, Mistress,” she said, “Have I done something wrong?”

“You already know why you're here,” said Chandra. “Don't you remember your previous lesson?”

“Because...it please you, Mistress?”

“Correct. Now, are you going to beg me to release you?”

“No, Mistress,” Amber whimpered.

“You would like to have your reward, tonight?”

“Yes, Mistress,” said Amber nervously. Anything but this, she thought. Not where everyone could see her. There might be slaves or Amazons she knew in the square today. Chandra took her ankle restraints and clipped them to chains at the bottom of the posts, forcing her legs apart. She was now completely exposed for all to see. She noted the coiled whip Chandra carried slung over her shoulder.

“This will be your last test,” said the Amazon. “If you endure it well, I will be pleased. If not, well, we can spend all afternoon here if I feel like it.”

Amber said nothing and gulped. A couple of Chandra's friends came by and greeted the Amazon, and stood nearby to watch. Amber pulled on the chains and looked around desperately, then calmed herself down and kept still, resigned to her fate. Others were staring at her and Chandra now. This can't be happening, she thought.

There was a hiss and a snap. Amber's bottom was stung. She let out a small, plaintive cry. She prayed this humiliation would end soon. The whip bit into her bare flesh repeatedly, but the casual stares of the onlookers were somehow worse for Amber. They looked at her, bemused, as though this sort of thing went on all the time—which it probably did, she realized. Some of them chuckled. More people came to watch. One beautiful woman whipping another was always a pleasant sight to see.

“Oww,” cried Amber as the whip struck her shoulder blade. Tears began to slowly run down her cheek; they were more from shame than from the whip. She kept her eyes closed, but she couldn't help but see the crowd of people around her in her mind's eye.

“Aahh!” she yelped as the whip struck the back of her thigh. More stings followed. Amber gasped each time, and sometimes Chandra struck her hard enough to elicit more cries. Chandra struck her back, her buttocks and her legs with expert precision. Then, after a somewhat longer pause than usual, the Amazon swung the whip so that it coiled around her waist and stung her in the stomach. Amber began to sob a little, though she tried mightily to hold it in. The more pain she showed, the more she felt ashamed, and that only made her want to cry more.

The whip coiled round her several more times. Amber squirmed, straining against her chains but soon relaxing again. There was no point on struggling and she didn't think Chandra would like it. Suddenly the tip of the whip struck her breast, licking the nipple viciously. Amber gasped.

“Oowww...” she moaned. How could Chandra aim the whip like that? Amber heard the crowd's voices, nearer now than before. Tears rolled down her face freely. There were several more blows from Chandra, some in the front and some on her backside. Then Amber felt the snap between her legs.

“Nnnnhh...” she tried to keep her mouth closed. Her hips bucked suggestively for the crowd to see. Amber felt a sudden hate for them. Let them see me, then...She cried out as if in anger as the whip licked her sex once again. The third time, Amber sobbed in earnest and tried to hide her face against her arm. She could not even remember a time when she knew what the word “dignity” meant. The pain had reached a crescendo now; the continuing lashes could only prolong it. Amber hung her head and let her tears fall to the ground. She thought she heard some people express pity for her. It only made her more ashamed.

Amber realized the whipping had stopped. She remained as she was, head down, leaning forward against her chains, the flow of her tears beginning to subside. Her whole backside was on fire.

“There, there,” came Chandra's voice, now in a soothing tone. The Amazon stroked her hair. She felt Chandra's hand between her legs. She remained unmoved; defeated. Nothing could make it any worse for her now.

“You're wet, dear.”

Was that possible, Amber wondered? She realized Chandra was right. Her nether lips were swollen and moist. She had not even noticed in her terror. One of Chandra's friends walked up to her.

“Perhaps she would like some relief?”

“I am sure she would—wouldn't you, girl?” said Chandra.

Amber shuddered as the strange woman caressed her throbbing sex. “Whatever you want, Mistress.”

“I suppose she's earned it,” said Chandra with a smile. Her friend rubbed Amber's eager sex vigorously, and put her fingers inside her. All other thoughts fled Amber's mind and she tossed her head back, sighing and inhaling deeply. Her orgasm came in a series of violent exhalations. Thoroughly debased, Amber slowed her breathing and thanked the woman meekly. She could do whatever Chandra told her to now, she realized; there was no more shame to be had. She wondered if the Amazon would make her perform some other lewd act for the crowd's pleasure, but they had mostly gone, she saw when she opened her eyes at last. Chandra made Amber kiss the whip handle. She bid her friends farewell and then Amber felt the chains being removed from her wrists. Throughout her ordeal Amber had not begged, panicked or screamed uncontrollably. Chandra was satisfied.

That night, she knelt next to Chandra's bed, eyes to floor, hands on her knees, as the Amazon undressed before her. Unlike Keira, she did not have Amber help her. Chandra sat naked on the bed and took the waiting blonde by the wrist, setting her on her lap. She kissed Amber's lips, invading the girl's mouth with her tongue, and caressed her breast. She then pulled away, stroking Amber's hair.

“I'm not sure if Keira knows what she has in you,” said Chandra.

“Mistress?” said Amber, not sure what she meant.

“You very much enjoyed your whipping today,” said Chandra.

“I...I...” she couldn't contradict Chandra, so she decided to say nothing.

“Your mind may not have, but your body told a different story,” said the Amazon. “You moved your hips like you were making love.”

“I did?” Amber blushed red. If that were true, it had been involuntarily.

“Indeed,” said Chandra. “Some slave girls will take a whipping much more stoically, without even crying, but you are even better. You were aroused.”

Amber didn't know what to say.

“I've trained girls for many weeks to try and get that kind of reaction,” said Chandra. “That's why I paddled you when you worked that phallus: So that you would associate the pain with pleasure. But I needn't have even bothered.”

Amber was too embarrassed to say anything. Could this be true? Deep down, did she really like all these punishments?

“Keira is quite lucky,” said Chandra. “It can take a while to make a girl that responsive.” She kissed Ambers cheeks and neck. “I'm going to leave your hands free tonight. I want to show you some things a pleasure slave should know how to do.”

“Oh, thank you, Mistress.”

They eventually fell asleep, but only much later, when they were thoroughly tired from the night's exertions.

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As intense and passionate as the previous night had been, Amber was relieved to see Keira return on time, even early, from her trip. She carried a sack of valuables she and her companions had confiscated from various pagan temples. There was a thin gold chain with a bright, clear crystal attached to it, as a kind of good luck charm. Keira put it around Amber's waist. The crystal hung just below her navel. Keira decided it looked good on her and Amber thanked her Mistress, affectionately kissing the tips of her boots.

“How was your time with my sister?” asked Keira. “You learned something from, her I hope?”

“It was...revealing, Mistress,” said Amber.

Later that evening, as they ate together, Amber said something that surprised even herself.

“I think...I could perhaps use a bit more discipline, Mistress...if it's not too much trouble for you,” she said, laying her head in Keira's lap.

“Oh?” Her Mistress raised an eyebrow; this was not, understandably, a typical request from a slave.

“It seems to do me good, Mistress.”

Keira smiled and stroked her slave's head. “Well, if you think you need it, we can put some more effort into your training,” she said.

“Thank you, Mistress.” What am I saying? She thought to herself. Still, she did feel excited by the prospect of spending more time being trained by Keira. Whether or not Chandra was right about her, she was soon to find out.

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