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 2: New Home

Keira led her new prize down the village path by the leather cord, and Amber followed the Amazon obediently. The village was one of the most impressive sights Amber had ever seen—it seemed to literally grow out of the forest. Many dwellings were carved out of the base of large trees or set on raised platforms amid their branches. From a distance it was indistinguishable from the woods around it. There was a central square where traveling merchants plied their wares.

Tired and sweating, Amber was led the final distance to Keira's family home. Keira had her own house, but etiquette dictated she see her mother, the matriarch of the village, first. Amber looked around as she walked. There were wood and stone buildings set up in the town center for crafting and trading, and she could see workmen and women making everything from food to weapons. There was even a mill with large rotating fans. She saw a few men walking about, and some were armed like the Amazon guards, carrying spears and shields. Many slave girls went about on errands; some alone, some led by chains attached to bright metal collars. All wore decorations of some kind but none covered their breasts or the area between their legs. Amber thought she glimpsed a girl with a bit and bridle pulling a small carriage, like a pack animal, but thought she must be mistaken. Surely they wouldn't treat people so?

She was terribly ashamed of her nakedness, but no one seemed to think she was an unusual sight. The weather here was pleasant here year round, and the Amazons certainly did not wear a great deal in the way of clothing—their midriff, shoulders and arms were generally bare, and many did not cover their legs much. Only when Keira paused to greet someone she knew did they look at Amber, and complemented her beauty to Keira. Amber could not bring herself to look anyone in the eye.

The path they followed led outside the nominal boundary of the village and continued up a hill covered in trees. They came to a flight of stone steps, leading up to what looked like the wall of a castle, or perhaps a temple. Unlike the other buildings in the village, this place was built out of polished marble, with columns holding up the roof over the porch. Two large men and two women, all holding spears, guarded the large front door, which opened up for Keira. She led Amber down a corridor, past a dining hall, a kitchen and a food storage room to a flight of stairs. Amber saw Amazons and a few collared slaves moving about and talking; none seemed to pay too much attention to her, even when they greeted Keira. The stairs led up to what looked to be a common room, lined with shelves and tables, and a long couch in front of a fireplace. Here Keira stopped and spoke to Amber.

“When any other free woman speaks to you, you will address her as 'Mistress,'” she said. “When I give you to any other woman, you will obey her just as you would obey me. And this is important: you must never touch a weapon or do anything dangerous, even if I or anyone else tells you to. Reckless behavior and breaches of etiquette are serious, and you'll be punished severely.”

Amber nodded somberly.

“I'm going to unchain your hands now,” Keira continued. “You must not cover yourself in front of others. Everyone should enjoy the sight of you, and I'll spank you if you think you're too good for it.”

Amber's face reddened as she nodded again.

“I'm going to introduce you to the Matriarch of the village, who is also my mother,” said Keira. “She'll inspect you every week from now. Be silent unless she asks you a question and do exactly what she says. She's not as patient as I am.”

“Yes, Mistress Keira,” said Amber, wondering what she had gotten herself into. “May I ask—is this your home?”

“I'm old enough to live on my own,” said Keira. “We'll go there next.”

Keira told Amber about her family. It was small by Amazon standards. She and her older sister Chandra had the same father, while Dawn, youngest of the three, was the offspring of Sheila's newest mate. A father was responsible for educating the daughters he sired, with the woman supervising over all. Keira's mother had also owned a slave girl who bore Keira on behalf of her Mistress; hence Keira looked a bit different from her sisters (her reddish hair being the most obvious sign). Bearing a female child was one way for a slave girl to earn her freedom, so Keira's natural mother returned to her old home after she was born. The Matron was her “legal” mother.

“Your people seems strange to me, Mistress, but it's fascinating,” commented Amber.

“This is your home now. Forget about anything else.”

Amber followed Keira down another hallway to a larger central chamber, lined with pillars on either end. At the very back was a raised platform, where Keira's mother, her face beginning to show the lines of age but otherwise quite lovely, sat in a gilded chair. On either side of her were two identical, nude young women, each of whom held a long pole with large feathers at each end, cooling off the matron in her chair. Amber wondered at the way the two women were adorned. Each had a ring pierced though her labia, from which a thin gold chain hung down, split into two, and wrapped around each ankle. They also wore gems in their navels, their earlobes and their nipples, the latter of which were joined together by another thin gold chain.

A few other people milled around; there was a pretty young woman, nude like Amber, carrying food on a tray for the Amazons, and a male scribe sitting at a desk, writing. Another Amazon, Keira's older sister, sat off to one side, cradling a young blonde girl's head in her lap, stroking her softly. The girl looked to be in her mid teens at the oldest. She seemed to be a slave like the others, but was restrained in an odd way. Her lower legs were bent back and fastened that way, forcing her to continually walk on her knees. Her hands were locked into tight leather mittens, restricting their use.

Curiously, there was an artificial tail of sorts, about a foot long, made of the same color hair as the gold-brown hairs on her head, extending upward and out from her tail bone, above her anus. Her blonde hair was done up in two ponytails on either side. She was gagged with a ring that forced her mouth open. A flowery lace garter surrounded each of her bare breasts, pasted in place, and small bells hung decoratively from the girl's perky nipples. The effect was curious...she's trussed up like a house pet, Amber thought. She seemed content, as far as Amber could tell, as her Amazon keeper stroked her head and chin. A long leash hung down, unused, from the “pet's” collar.

Amber had only moments to take in these exotic sights. Keira led her directly to the high seat where her mother presided. The Matron had raven-black hair, worn straight back, down to her shoulders. Her face was severe but beautiful in its way, and she had the prominent cheekbones Amber had seen in most of the other Amazons, and a striking figure. She had a regal bearing, with deep, piercing eyes; her whole demeanor was of one used to commanding others. Amber thought the Matron was lovely, but was more than a little frightened of her.

“I see you've come back with a new catch, dear,” the older woman said.

“This is Amber, my new slave,” said Keira. “She's sworn herself to me.” Keira had told Amber what to do next. The blonde knelt down in front of the matriarch and kissed both her feet, then sat on her heels with her hands behind her neck. She heard the people murmur around her. They agreed Amber was a good find.

“You have had good luck,” said the Matron to Keira. She took Amber's head by the chin and turned it to either side. “Very nice. My name is Sheila, and I am the matriarch of our tribe. I'm sure you'll be a fine addition to our household. Now stand up, girl, so we can get a better look at you.”

Amber stood obediently, her hands still behind her.

“Open up your pussy for us, dear. Let's see what you have.”

Amber hesitated, surprised at the order.

“Go on,” said the Matron. Her voice was commanding, but not unkind.

“She seems to be ashamed of her body, for some reason,” said Keira, annoyed by Amber's hesitation. “She's like this even when people compliment her.”

“Yes, well, she comes from a less civilized culture,” explained Sheila. “They are not used to being unclothed so. They never like it at first. But she will get used to it.”

“How odd,” said Keira.

Amber wanted to protest being called a “barbarian,” but wisely kept silent. With a supreme effort, she drove all thoughts of shame out of her mind and numbed herself. She reached down between her legs and fingered her pussy, opening up her vaginal lips for the Matron to see. Everyone in the room was staring at her now, openly admiring her. Goosebumps crawled all over Amber's skin, but she remained motionless. She did not want to shy away and perhaps draw the Amazons' anger. Sheila made her turn around and bend over, so she could view her from behind, and the woman fondled her sex coldly. She then ordered Amber to stand facing her with her hands back behind her neck, so that the Matron could handle Amber's breasts. Amber kept her expression neutral the whole time, but her cheeks turned a deep red color. Finally, her inspection was complete.

“Looks to be in good health,” said the Matron, appraising her. “A little thin; perhaps underfed recently. She has a certain grace about her, don't you think? Not tan enough to be from a farm, not quite proud enough to be royalty. Were you a noble?” This last question she addressed to Amber.

Amber nodded. “My family was not wealthy, but we were respectable, Mistress,” she said humbly. “I have served a Princess before.”

“Good. And does she need to take lilith?” the Matron asked her daughter.

“No mother, she's a natural,” said Keira.

“Ah, good,” said Sheila.

The lilith plant was used in Amazon initiation ceremonies. It had certain mind-altering properties that left a lasting impression: when imbibed in the presence of erotic stimulation by women, a woman who took it would always be aroused by other women from then after. The Amazons believed the sexual bond among themselves made them stronger, much like the ancient Spartans. It was used on slave girls, too, to make them responsive to their Mistress's attentions.

“Now,” the Matriarch continued, “You will give your sacred oath to serve your Mistress, and she will swear to provide for you. You have a choice, however; we can grant you a quick death, with honor.”

“That doesn't seem like much choice, Ma'am,” said Amber as humbly as she could. “What could be worse than death?”

“Spoken like a true slave,” said the Sheila.

Resigned, Amber gave her word. The Matron directed her to kiss Keira's feet, and Keira gave her own promise as directed. The scribe noted it on a piece of parchment. For Amber it was as though she had voluntarily put shackles on herself.

The matron turned to Keira's older sister with her “pet” slave.

“You see what an actual, useful slave girl is like, Chandra?”

Chandra smiled. “Belle is useful to me. She gives me affection.”

“You should get a proper one, or settle down and have a child. You aren't getting any younger, you know.”

Chandra smiled. “I'll take a man when I'm good and ready. And serving girls just encourage laziness.”

Sheila made a dismissive motion with her hand and turned back to Amber.

“All slaves are brought to me weekly and inspected,” she said. “I will check on your progress and see how well your Mistress has trained you. Keira is your sworn protector, so she may not draw blood, break bones, or anything like that.”

Before the law was laid down--well before Sheila herself was born, she explained--the possibility of being owned by a sadistic mistress was enough to cause many captives to fight to the death, or else they were always ungratefully trying to escape. Amazon society had been much more stable since the new rules came into force. The Amazons were beholden to their laws instead of an absolute monarch, and they valued their freedom highly; hence their respect for the rules. So far, Sheila had only had to correct a few overly “enthusiastic” tribeswomen who bent the rules and beat their slaves too brutally. Amber nervously wondered what these warrior women considered to be “too brutal.” But at least they cared for their slaves' well being, in principle, she thought.

“Slaves are rather spoiled nowadays,” Sheila said to Keira. “They crave discipline. And if you endure it,” she addressed this to Amber, “You will be rewarded.”

“I understand, Matron.”

“Do you think you can train her properly?” the Matron asked Keira.

“I believe so,” her daughter said.

“I'm always here to help. And many of the others have experience as well. Oh, and Make sure she knows how to obey the leash. Too many slaves walk around unbound nowadays; it's bad for their discipline.”

“Of course, mother.”

Keira led Amber out of the chamber and down another hallway. In a room off to the side was a forge, where a smith worked. While Amber waited, the smith hammered out a brass collar with fitted gems and rings around it. The band of metal encircled a padded ring of leather that was fastened around Amber's neck. Keira tested the fit. There was just enough room to place her small finger between it and the slave girl's neck. When Keira was satisfied it was not too loose or tight it was locked and permanently sealed. It was not uncomfortable, Amber thought, but it served as a constant reminder of her status. Next, leather cuffs were fitted and locked around Amber's wrists and ankles. The cuffs had rings that could be opened and clasped to each each other, or any of the numerous other rings that adorned the walls of every village home.

“I want her shaved,” said Keira. The blacksmith nodded and took out a small razor.

“That's the style now, isn't it?” the smith remarked.

Keira nodded with a smile. “I think it's very sexy.”

Amber wondered what they meant. They weren't going to cut off her beautiful hair, were they? She hadn't seen any other bald slaves, to be sure. The smith took Amber roughly and laid her back on a table, spreading her legs apart.

“Now be very careful not to move,” the smith said. He took some kind of cream and spread it between Amber's legs, all over her crotch. Amber held herself still as she could, as all the pubic hair around her groin was carefully shaved away. She let out tiny whimper. They were making her look like a child again! Now she felt even more naked than before, if that were possible. Soon the golden hair of her head was all she had left.

The blacksmith then took a pair of tongs and heated up a small piece of metal between them. Amber recognized it as Keira's family symbol; several of the decorations around the temple featured it prominently. Amber's wrist cuffs were fastened to ring bolts on the wall so she could not see the blacksmith coming up behind her, but she could feel the heat of the metal coming closer to her skin. Before she could even brace herself, the metal insignia was pressed against the skin of her shoulder blade. A scream tore itself from Amber's mouth. Tears flooded her cheeks as the metal seared her flesh, leaving a permanent scar. Amber was now marked forever as Keira's property. Keira embraced her, stroking her gently while the mark cooled.

“There, there, pet, it's alright,” she said soothingly.

After a little while the pain died down to a steady but bearable throb, and Keira leashed her with a long gold-colored chain and led her back outside. The slave girl was terribly aware of her exposed pubis. She tried to ignore the stares of the villagers they passed by.

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