Chapter One

I sat up and heard my stiff joints snap, crackle, and pop into place. If my injuries hurt yesterday, they were screaming this morning. Every bruise seemed to have bore deeper inside me while my injured ankle felt locked in place. I couldn’t think about any of this, of course. It was hard to focus on the pains of yesterday when your kidnapper was knelt beside your bed, tying a gag around your mouth.

“Mmmmph!” I protested as I felt the cloth cinch tight over my mouth. Immediately, Haughty shoved her hand between my thighs and snatched my balls so hard I thought she might rip them off. Wincing, I held still, praying to the Gods that my manhood was still intact after this encounter.

“You will be quiet, or I will make you not a man anymore, do you understand, boy?” the older woman warned. Everything about these women and this place was strange to me. I could tell Haughty was older than me by years, perhaps decades, and yet her skin was as fresh and nubile as a virgin. It was the way she spoke down to me and the strain in her eyes that gave away her maturity.

After a moment, I nodded, and Haughty took her time removing her hand from my crotch. Her fingers roughly explored my member with a twisted smirk on her lips before she stood and hoisted me onto her shoulder with inhuman ease. I hummed a quiet whine as everything ached as she carried me out of the keep. It wasn’t dawn yet, but the dark night was turning gray with anticipation. Small, dwindling fires burned around the camp left over from the night before.

Haughty took me to the edge of the village, sticking to the shadows the entire way. When we entered another keep, it was larger, made of wood, and on the edge of where the forest began. She set me down and went to work, removing boards from the wall to reveal a hidden compartment.

“In,” she said, nodding at a small black hole in the wall she had created. I hesitated, and she responded by reaching her hand between my legs again. I flinched and quickly crawled into the hidden compartment in the wall. “If you make a sound, if you try to escape, it is I who will hear. It is I who will know. I will take your testicle and leave you with only one, do you understand?”

Wide-eyed and terrified, I nodded.

Haughty slid the boards back into place, locking me in a tomb of wood between the walls. Panic was fast to set in as the darkness became total, but Haughty’s threat and my fear of her quelled the terror from bubbling over.

It was clear that this tribe of women had a desire for me, and it was more than sexual—although the sex appeal was evident. They treated me as if I were a bar of gold that was worth a fortune, and I was just stolen as such. With the exception of Haughty, the women had all been so kind to me, but was this just a veil to hide their true intentions? Is Haughty just more forthright about her emotions? I had been lulled into relaxation by the constant, and frankly, welcomed molestation by the beautiful women, but has this all been a trick? Am I just a cow being fattened before the slaughter?

In the hours that followed, I spent my time considering this and wondering if I should be trying to escape. But without a horse, escape was futile with my ankle in such a state. It seemed I was at my captors’ mercy for the time being.

As dawn broke, the quiet night gave way to shouts and hard footfalls. The women of the village ran in circles and shouted to one another in a foreign language I had not heard before. I didn’t need to understand to know they were in a panic searching for me. Twice, I heard steps just outside where I was stashed, and twice, I thought to yell out but stopped myself for the sake of my testicles.

Judging by the growing warmth, it was close to midday when the commotion and shouts went quiet, and the boards began to be removed again. Haughty yanked me out of the opening and left me on my back in the middle of what I assumed was her keep. She moved the curtain blocking the entry and looked both ways suspiciously as she removed the small black cloths that covered her sex.

“Take off your pants, boy,” she commanded. I hesitated again, but this time, it only took a stern look for me to move into action.

Haughty moved with martial swiftness and mounted me and shoved me down on the ground as she lowered her crotch to mine. Roughly, she grabbed my limp cock and tried to line it up but found no success in its flaccid state.

“What’s wrong with you? I need your seed,” Haughty demanded as she flopped my ropy cock this way and that in my hand. Her head angled to the side as she took on a warning tone and glared at me. “Make it hard.”

“Uh, well, that can be a challenge,” I mumbled nervously.

Haughty made a face, “Why? Don’t you want to be inside me?”

“Yes?” I said, unsure of my answer. “It’s just…”

“What!” Haughty boomed. Even her voice was wielded as a weapon.

I flinched, feeling a knot form in my belly from my nerves. “I can’t really get hard for a woman if I’m terrified.”

Haughty rolled her eyes and released an annoyed sigh as she stepped outside her keep and looked about, confirming, again, that no witnesses were near. When she re-entered, she released another breath, this time, her harsh stance and angled shoulders visibly relaxed.

“Tell me, what happened to the real men of the world?” Haughty asked. There was an undertone of disgust in her voice. She stepped closer to me and unlatched the black cloth that covered her breasts. My mouth hung agape as I stared at the large, perfectly sculpted tits that held firm with hard pink nipples. “Hm? I remember a time of ancient man. Six and a half heads tall. Hairy chested. Muscle bound. Thick bearded and fierce—where is such a man? Do they still exist out there?”

I closed my lips and worked saliva around in my mouth. “There are some,” I admitted, “But not many. The Great War is over. The warriors died with it. We… um, we are mostly merchants, farmers…”

“Hm,” Haughty huffed indignantly as she kneeled beside me. Her hand pressed on my chest, flattening me to the Earth. “The world of man. It is a wonder you managed to survive as long as you have. The real men die so that the weak can propagate.”

Haughty’s hand fell on my cock that stood at half-mast after the display my captor had given me. While the fear was still there, my arousal by her perfect figure lured me in.

“Well…” Haughty’s voice softened, and a rare smile grew on her lips as she gazed down at my growing cock. “I suppose there is strength inside you after all.”

Her grip secured around the meat of my shaft as she began to pump my cock from a thick rope to an iron rod. Up and down, she stroked my cock as she leaned over me. Her breasts swayed in my face as she looked down at me in her grip. At a strange angle, Haughty lifted my upper body into her lap, my head resting on her thighs as she stroked me. Despite her handling me so roughly, I loved what she was doing to me. I wanted this.

“The men of old are gone,” she panted. Her breaths grew more intense as the ferocity in her eyes struggled to remain. “All that remains are boys… Mmm… Gods, you’re so fucking hard…” Haughty lowered herself to me, wrapping her other arm around the back of my neck; her hard nipples brushed my chest as they swayed with every stroke of my cock. “Boys who want nothing more than to be mothered… Do you like this, my delicate boy? Do you like being milked like a cow? Huh? Answer me!”

“Ahh…” I winced when she squeezed my cock, and to my surprise, my cock flexed back. “Yes, yes, I like it. I like it! Shit!”

“Mmmm… that’s my good boy,” Haughty giggled. Her voice was wrecked with emotion. The fury that hovered behind her eyes was replaced with a look of maniacal infatuation. Her body ground against mine as she began to sniff at my chest and all the way up to my throat. She bit her lip and rolled her eyes as she gasped. “Gods be good. Your odor is singular… I can’t… stop…”

Haughty began kissing my neck and grew more desperate with each wet peck until her lips found mine. Her tongue bullied its way inside my mouth as she kissed me hard and deep. Her exasperated moans sent directly down my throat as her pumps grew faster. I hummed from the mix of pleasure and pain she brought to my cock. Her grip edged on the verge of pain. Reactively, my hands raised to her bare breasts, and to my surprise, she did not swat them away but seemed to grind harder into me. I could feel the wetness between her legs as she mounted my thigh. It was as if she was trying to bore her body into mine. Her skin touched mine in every way that it could.

Her pumps became so quick that the moment overcame me. My breathing went stagnant, and I groaned into Haughty’s mouth before she broke away from the kiss.

“Are you cumming?” She gasped, glancing down at my twitching head. Her eyes brightened as the first spurt of seed shot across my belly. Quickly, her lips lowered and wrapped around the head of my cock. Despite the pleasure of her tongue lapping circles around my tip, the sheer amount of pressure from Haughty sucking hard on my head had me worried she would injure me. And yet, my cock continued to flex and dump my warm seed over her tongue.

Haughty’s entire body writhed as she drank me down. Her eyes flirted with the back of her skull as her eyebrows stood tall in a blissful state.

Chapter Two

A minute passed, and when my shaft began to soften, Haughty shifted, keeping her body glued to mine as she maneuvered into the sixty-nine position. There was no preamble or request made, but I watched Haughty’s leg lift over my face as she straddled me. Lowering her pussy onto my mouth, I knew what she wanted. Extending my tongue,  I made long laps from her clit down to the base of her pussy.

Arching her ass into the air, Haughty groaned as she gripped my shaft with both hands and began to suck my cock as if it was a battle. My shaft might have softened, but the woman angled her head in every which way to lick, suck, and swallow every inch of it. The feeling was euphoric, and I could barely concentrate on lapping at her pussy until she forced me to. I could feel strength returning to my hardening cock.

When she began to drip incessantly, suddenly Haughty sat her soaking wet pussy lips down on my mouth, and she began to ride my face. Extending my tongue, I tongued her hole as best as I could but struggled to breathe. Popping her lips from my battered cock, Haughty growled a moan as her pussy suffocated me.

“Yes, yes! Yes! Fuck that pussy, boy!” she demanded. Clamping one of her own nipples in her fingers, she finally relented, lifting her hips off me long enough to retain one gasp of fresh air before she squirted a downpour on my face and chest.

Still catching my breath, I worried for a moment that she was about to lower on me again, only for her to crawl down my body so her hips lingered by mine in the reverse rider position.

“Finally hard again, I see,” Haughty said breathlessly over her shoulder. A coy smile curved the corner of her lips. “Stay that way this time.”

Arching her slender back, Haughty lifted and fed the wide, bulbous head of my cock between her tender pussy lips and slowly pushed down on it. I winced and felt just how tight the woman was—it was almost too tight. Yet, the woman continued to work her way lower on me.

“Oh… Gods…” Haughty gasped, holding her raven hair bunched on the top of her head. “This must be heaven for a boy like yourself. You can’t blame—ugh—me for taking you. A cock like this deserves to be shared—Gods, yes!”

“Ugh,” I grunted as the woman sat down on my cock, and I felt my entire length inside her. Her pussy walls squeezed and digested my cock like nothing I had ever felt before. The feeling bordered on pain but flirted with pleasure. Right now, it hovered in the arena of mildly uncomfortable as I felt the pressure of squeezing at the base of my shaft.

A devious smile crept onto Haughty’s lips as she looked down on me from over her shoulder, “You feel that boy? You feel, mm, you feel the way my body takes yours?” she began to swirl her hips around in circles causing her round ass cheeks to brush across my lap as my throbbing cock poked and ground across the inside of her vagina. Haughty rubbed her palms up her curves, cupping her breasts as her hips danced on my cock. “I’m a warrior, boy. Every muscle in my body has been trained to perfection. Mmmmm… I could break your pathetic manhood in half if I wanted to.”

As she spoke, she leaned forward, grabbing my ankles as the strength of her humps became greater and her sopping wet pussy slammed harder down my throbbing meat. The claps of our bodies filled the room, and then some as she rode me like I had never been ridden.

“Uggghhh! Take that pussy, boy!” she growled, whipping her hair to the side as she glanced back at me. “Listen to my wet cunt swallow you—ugh! Fuck me, you little shit!”

I winced as my cock flexed hard like a spear and timed my thrusts up as she smashed down on me. The fat of her ass jiggled with each flex of her muscles as she forced herself down on me.

“Oh, my Gods! Oh fuck! Yes! Make me cum, boy!” Haughty sang with an edge to her voice. “Make me fucking cum!”

Her humps became violent to the point I worried my cock would break or my legs might. I held up my hands to slow her, but Haughty snatched them and pulled my hands around to her front, clasping them on her bouncing breasts. Stuffing my shaft deep inside her, Haughty arched her back against my chest as she came. The orgasm overpowered her body as she trembled, and I felt the impressive muscles of her body flex.

The grip her pussy took on the base of my shaft numbed my cock. It wasn’t until her orgasm relaxed enough that so did her grip that my climax came. I groaned in her ear, and she rubbed her clitoris as my cock pumped its seed deep inside her pussy. for the next several minutes, the woman writhed on me, digging her back into my chest, pressing her cheek into mine, and circling her hips on my cock. She basked in the moment until she suddenly sat straight on alert.

Without a word, she got off me and slipped the gag over my mouth before I could protest. This time, she also bound my wrists and ankles as she dragged me back into my hole in the wall. It was a minute later that I heard the sounds of women returning to the village. They searched the village more thoroughly this time. Hours passed, and a cramp grew in my thigh before the boards were removed, and I was released a second time. It was late afternoon this time, and Haughty readied me for another ride.

The bindings around my wrists and ankles kept me immobile and barely able to worm from side to side. I just wanted answers–and preferably, to be released from the bindings. Ideally, not in that order, either. How much longer could this life captive life continue?

“Now…” Haughty said, running a hand down my naked body until it arrived at my limp cock.

“Mmmm!” I hummed through my gag, but I could do little else.

“Quiet!” She gripped it tightly like a tree branch, and I howled from the pain. “Now… where were we?”

With violent speed, the wall to one side of Haughty’s keep was ripped away on one side, distracting her long enough to release my manhood, thankfully.

“How dare you–” Haughty began but was not allowed to finish. She, too, was ripped away from her keep at a speed so great, my eye could not follow. She struck the dirt several feet away and bounced twice before rolling to her knees.

It was then I saw the back of the woman who stepped between me and my captor. It was difficult to recognize her from behind, but I still did. Of course, I did. How could I forget her?

“You do not take what is not yours to receive,” Izabella said.

Chapter Three

“You do not take what is not yours to receive,” Izabella said.

“You’re one to talk,” Haughty growled, and she raised to her feet across the field. Her voice is barely loud enough to hear, “I found him; I took him. He’s mine!”

“You were scavenging for the Gathering. Not for Haughty…”

Haughty lowered into a fighting stance. Her lip raised in a snarl. “Out of my way, girl.”

Izabella didn’t respond but lowered into her own stance. Her feet were wide, and her arms raised to her front and side. Launching into a sprint, Haughty leaped the distance between them in three lunges that would have taken any normal man twenty paces. Suddenly, Haughty went from afar to on top of Izabella, crashing a downward strike with her elbow on the younger girl, only for the strike to be blocked. The hard impact of their bodies sent reverberations through the air.

Izabella quickly lowered and swept the woman’s leg, but Haughty turned the trip into an acrobatic backflip, which, as soon as she landed it, sprung into a series of strikes. One punch turned into a spinning back fist, followed by a lunging jab. Izabella backtracked defensively.

The combat was fast and flowing, coming from every angle like nothing I had ever seen before. It was a struggle to follow the fight, but I could tell Izabella wasn’t winning. I struggled against my bindings until my wounds hurt, but I could not break free. Haughty pressed the action with powerful, direct strikes that overwhelmed Izabella’s looping blocks and parries.

I was able to pull my gag down enough to take a full breath. I could not have done much if I was free of my bindings. The strength the women expended was inhuman. No man in this world could achieve this power.

Leaning forward, I tried to peer out of the keep to see where the women warriors continued to fight when a blur of a woman smashed through both walls of the already damaged keep and still rolled several paces. It was Izabella.

“No!” I yelled and tried to crawl through the rubble of debris to get to the battered and limp woman. Still unsure of what I could do—but I can at least be there!

“Come here, you,” Haughty barked, appearing behind me without warning. The butch woman grabbed my good ankle like she would the neck of a burlap sack and began walking to the nearest patch of forest. My back dragged against the dirt as I flailed and tried to claw at the ground to hold my place, but it was useless against the woman’s immense strength. There were others shouting around the camp. Women stirred from the commotion. But none of their voices were close.

This can’t be happening. Haughty is kidnapping me all over again.

“Iz—Izabella!” I called, turning to look back at the patch of dirt where she still lay.

“Quiet boy. You belong to me now,” Haughty growled through heavy breaths. She stepped into the thick brush of greenery as the forest swallowed us, and she pulled me in. But just then, Haughty stopped and released my ankle. There was no explanation, but I did not require one. On my belly, I crawled as quickly as I could back into the village.

“Help! Hel—”

“No!” Haughty snarled loudly from inside the forest. It was only a second later that the bushes shook, and a hard impact was heard. Haughty flew the length of ten men into the air, knocking several birds from the treetops before she flailed and fell to a spot on the dirt not far from Izabella.

Looking back to the forest I came from; I saw the leaves part as Queen Andeese stepped out and into the opening. Her slender face was strewn into an ugly, hateful expression.

“You dare lay a hand on my daughter, Haughty?” Andeese pointed to where her body landed. “I will have your right hand for this betrayal!”

Haughty stammered as she found her footing, her hand cupping a wound on her shoulder. “Your blood has made the betrayal, not me!” Haughty stabbed her finger out to Izabella, who raised to her knees, appearing dazed and exhausted but otherwise unhurt. “Your daughter has already taken his seed!”

A gasp sucked through the village as other ladies appeared, pushing through the brush as they surrounded the trio of women. Whispers bounced between the gathering crowd, and all eyes turned to me, then slowly shifted to Izabella.

Andeese stepped forward, her gaze transfixed on her daughter. “Izabella, is this the truth?”

Izabella hesitated, her face revealing doubt, before stepping forward confidently. “It is true. We have paired. It is done.”

Gasps arose throughout the women gathered. Suddenly, the focus of the group shifted from Haughty to Izabella. Even I, who had no idea what was happening, could tell Izabella had made a graver infraction of rules than striking the Queen’s daughter, but I didn’t understand what that was.

“Okay,” Andeese said, hesitated, then said it again as she straightened from a fighting stance. “Okay. There will be no more fighting today. Lower your fists.”

Reluctantly, Haughty lowered her hands, though her feet remained in place as if keeping the option of dashing into a fight was still on the table.

“Andeese, the council must be called,” a woman near the Queen said.

“We must discuss this. The Amazons have a right to have their voices heard,” another woman said, her voice more demanding.

“What is left to be heard,” Haughty said, shaking her head. “The deed is done. All that is left is to divide what remains of his time.”

My eyes went wide, “Wait, what?”

“Quiet, woman!” Tanica stepped from the bushes to Izabella’s side. “You’ve done enough.”

“Watch your tongue, you old hag!” Haughty lowered back into a fighting stance, readying for battle. Tanica did the same with Izabella ready at her side, but all were startled by the conflict.

Queen Andeese raised her fists into the air and slammed them into the ground hard enough to send a vibration through the dirt. Birds took flight, and critters in the brush scurried away. Had I not already been on my side, the rattle in this world was sure to have put me on my ass.

Queen Andeese spoke in a guttural growl, “No. More. Fighting.” After a moment of tenseness had passed the Queen continued, softening her tone. “The council will be called tonight. Until then, Izabella will be confined to her keep and I will speak to the man in mine. Is that clear?”

“And what of Haughty?” Izabella protested, “Look at what she has done to him?”

“Quiet girl!” Andeese snapped, her anger boundless. “Haughty’s fate should be decided at the council meeting tonight.” The Queen nodded to Tanica and another woman, “Now, bring the man to me,” Andeese said as she turned to her keep.

Chapter Four

“Is it true?” Andeese asked with an intensity that concerned me. “Did you have sex with Izabella?”

The questioning began as soon as the two women carried me into the queen’s keep in the center of the village. The wooden cabin was the largest of all the keeps and, unlike the rest, was fitted with a door, though this was the first time I noticed it being used.

“I, um…” I hesitated. Suddenly, the easy access to sex with the various women seemed like it came with consequences. Not once had I considered having sex with the queen of this village’s daughter a bad thing until now. “I did, but I meant no disrespect. Y-Your daughter is quite lovely.”

Andeese cursed to herself and turned away to pace along the wall of her keep near the fireplace.

“If… I care about Izabella quite a bit,” I said, trying to make my brashness right. “She’s a bit tougher than most women I know—all of you are, for that matter—but I’m still fond of your daughter. I’m willing to make it right with an engagement with her if you would accept the proposal, that is.”

“It is not the act that bothers me,” Andeese said, slowing her pace. “You are but a man. It is my daughter who should have resisted temptation.”

“I don’t understand,” I said.

Andeese sighed and shook her head reluctantly. “I have promised you answers for your capture and so should you receive them.”

“Are you Gods?” I asked with more than a little fear in my heart. Having seen the superhuman strength and speed as Haughty and Izabella fought had all but confirmed the truth for me.

“No, but we are daughters of the Gods. The ancient ones before your time and long forgotten. For centuries, we defended man from the mystical realm and kept this world safe from supernatural destruction.”

I shook my head, “Meaning no offense, but I have not heard of this or of you.”

“You would not have,” Andeese said, she moved to a wardrobe and began to undress. Removing her sword and hilt from her hip, she disrobed the filthy clothes of the day, revealing her bare ass to me and the side of her plump breasts. “We are from a time a thousand—mmph—a thousand years before you…”

I felt my cock swell under my dirty robes and saw Andeese clutch her wardrobe as if she was about to fall. She hung her head, taking several breaths before removing fresh clothes more befitting a lady, a red silk dress-like cover that dangled from one shoulder and reached down to barely cover her sex.

“You are Gods…” I gasped, equal parts terrified and humbled.

Andeese gathered herself and turned to face me with a small smile. “No, the Gods are forever and ultimate power. We are mortal, but our years last longer than yours. We live much longer. We are stronger because we are designed to protect man.”

“Then why did you kidnap me?”

Andeese hung her head and knelt in front of me, taking on a sorrowful look, “That should have been handled better. Haughty is… not built for diplomacy. You were brought here to help us—so we could help each other,” she corrected quickly.

“How? You say your people are daughters of God meant to protect man, and yet you hurt me. You say you live for thousands of years, but I have never heard or seen your people before…”

Andeese raised a calming hand and nodded, “I understand your misgivings, given the current situation. Tell me, what do you know of this forest.”

“It is the forbidden forest. I—we were told never to enter it,” I said. “I was a fool thinking I was brave by cutting through it.”

“Your act was brave and foolish,” she smiled, but it quickly soured. “Me and my people used to protect man, and we were great warriors. The demons of old would have overrun this realm eons ago if it weren’t for the Amazons. We were all but unstoppable until, one day, a young warlock devised a scheme to do the impossible. Using powerful magic that was beyond his understanding, he cast a spell that trapped my people in this forest and, I imagine, more of my people elsewhere in this realm. We can’t come within a hundred paces of the edge of these woods without being knocked back to the center.”

“You’ve been trapped all this time… is there no magic that can set you free?”

“At first, we had supporters who would visit us. Men of the time, who could come and go as they pleased, investigated our circumstances. The magic that holds us is strong—so powerful that it drained the magic reserves from the portals that bridged this world to the demon realm. Instead of keeping the portals open, the flow of magic kept the Amazons trapped. So, in a way, the warlock who tried to doom this realm by trapping us, saved it. Now, no new demons can enter this world, and all of the demons that were here were stuck.”

“But I have never seen a demon,” I said, shaking my head. “The world outside is a peaceful one for the most part.”

Andeese nodded. “So I know. The warrior men of our time slayed most of the remaining demons, and the few others went into hiding. They now walk amongst you, hidden in shadows, sowing their plots. Trying to reopen the portals home.”

“I don’t understand how this all could be. If you had allies in men, how did we forget you? Why was the forest cursed and abandoned?”

Andeese pursed her lips and took a breath before continuing. “Over the years, men found peace from demons comfortable even with us imprisoned. They grew less motivated to free us.”

“Is there a way to free you?” I asked, and Andeese eyes brightened.

“There is,” she said, standing, “One of the wizards of our time discovered the old magic scrolls used to jail us. The reason the spell was so powerful was it preyed on our weakness. We are women. There are certain things we lack.”

“Men,” I said apprehensively.

“The spell was enchanted in such a way that the only way it could break was if an Amazon gave birth to a man—a beyond rare event on its own, but a nearly impossible one given our limited access to men for sex in the first place.”

“For months following this knowledge, our allies sent men into the forest for breeding. They did not complain, but then we learned of a second part to the spell that cursed us.” Andeese clenched her fist, frustrated. “Once a man paired with an Amazon and she birthed became pregnant, the man would become infertile. No Amazon could bear children from him again.”

“What?” I gasped.

“This meant usually, within days of having sex for the first time, the man became useless to us. We found ways around it—the enchanted springs allowed men to inseminate multiple women for the length of their lives. But once a man completes the act of sex with one of us, as you have with my daughter, the countdown to your infertility has begun.”

“I… I can’t believe this…” I said, processing my soon-to-be inability to father children. “This is why you have kidnapped me? What happens now? If I am to be infertile, I should be released, yes?”

“Calm yourself,” Andeese said, squatting by my side and placing a hand on my shoulder. “You are not infertile yet.”

I realized that Queen Andeese’s hand rubbed my back in expanding circles as she neared me. Her breasts hugged my shoulder through her red gown.

I looked up at her, “What?”

“We will get several more days of use from you,” Andeese smiled seductively as she pushed me onto my back and threw a leg over my hips.