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 17: Even Tyrants Need Affection

A guard brought Eleanor out of her cell in the dungeon of Emerald Keep. The former queen mother's captives were all gone now, released and given new homes and means of support, or at least new owners who would better care for them. The woman with the lovely, oval shaped face, pale skin, dark hair and slender figure was seated in a chair, her arms cuffed behind the back, and her ankles to the chair legs. Her expression was one of resignation, but still proud in its way. She showed no outward sign of discomfort from the welts on her back, even as the chair pressed against them.

The guard left and a teenage girl—an Amazon, judging by her dress, entered with a tray of food and set it on a table next to Eleanor. It looked and smelled delicious, like a meal she would have eaten as Queen. She eyed the girl suspiciously.

“Who are you?” asked Eleanor.

“My name is Dawn,” said the young Amazon. “You're my captive. Here, eat up.”

“You are my jailer? Curious. Do you mean to humiliate me by this?”

“You're my responsibility,” Dawn answered her. “I must feed you.” Dawn cut a slice of meat and held it to Eleanor's mouth.

“What makes you think I will take food from your hand like an animal?” the woman asked indignantly.

“I can't release your hands unless you swear to obey me,” said Dawn. “Otherwise you might resist.”

“I see what you mean. That is, unfortunately, not a promise I am likely to make.”

“Then this is how you will eat,” said Dawn. “Go on.”

“I will not,” said Eleanor. “This is degrading.”

“You will eat because I said so,” insisted Dawn firmly. “You belong to me now.”

“You presume to command me?” said Eleanor with a curt laugh. “I strip the flesh off of girls like you; I do not take orders from them.”

“Strip the flesh? That seems pointless. There are lots of ways to inflict pain without scarring.”

“What do you know of torture, young one?”

Dawn walked to Eleanor and took her arm in hand. She felt for a certain pressure point and pinched it as she had practiced doing since her youth.

“OOOWWW!!!” A bright, searing pain shot up Eleanor's arm and down her spine.

She gradually recovered. “You have made your point,” she said. “I apologize.”

“No, I'm sorry; you didn't deserve that,” said Dawn apologetically. “I'll understand if you're angry at me.”

Eleanor looked at Dawn with hurt in her eyes. “Why do you care?”

“Because I like you,” said Dawn with a sincere smile. She reached out and brushed Eleanor's cheek.

The former Queen sighed with resignation and cast her eyes down. Even this teenage girl had more power than she now did. “I am nothing now. Leave me be.”

“You're very beautiful,” said Dawn. “That's something, for sure.”

“You are attracted to me, little one? I find that amusing.”

“Why? You don't like younger girls? I used to have an older woman as my slave. I loved her very much. I like you too.”

Eleanor met Dawn's gaze. “Well, I have known young women, just like you, as slaves in this dungeon. I would come down and beat them until they screamed for mercy, and then I beat them further still.”

“Well,” said Dawn, unimpressed. “Those weren't slaves; those were just prisoners.”

“Hmph. What's the difference?” asked Eleanor dismissively.

“When you release a prisoner, they go away. A slave comes back.”

“Then get yourself another slave, if that's what you want,” said Eleanor.

“That's why I'm here,” Dawn told her.

Eleanor looked at her, not with contempt or derision now, but with a face that was shocked and deadly serious. “No. I will not,” she said quietly.

“Are you absolutely sure?” Dawn asked her, with sympathy in her voice.

“I am.”

“Well,” Dawn sighed, “At least you have pretty ears. It makes me sad, though.”

“What does that mean?”

“You know, trophies. Like these.” Dawn showed Eleanor a string of dried human ears she had won in battle. “Not very impressive, I know...Uh oh, I think I lost one. Where did it go? Mother will be angry...wait...here it is. Got it just this morning.”

“You are trying to intimidate me,” said Eleanor, with just a hint of nervousness.

“I was trying to impress you, actually,” said Dawn. “To make you think I was a good protector.”

“Protect me? Why?”

“It hardly matters now,” said Dawn, sad that she would have to do this. She walked around the back of Eleanor's chair and put a knife to the woman's throat. “I'll make it quick,” she promised.

“What is this?” asked Eleanor nervously.

“An quick, painless death,” Dawn answered. “I'll miss you.”

“Wait. Please...why must you?”

“This is what you wanted,” said Dawn.

“I said I refused to be a slave,” said Eleanor.

“Then I have no other choice.”

“You can have anything of mine—anything!” Eleanor cried in desperation.

“I would have it anyway. It's you I want.”

“Is this not rash? Perhaps we could talk...a little further?” said the former Queen diplomatically.

“You haven't really decided yet?” Dawn asked her.

“I...I suppose not.”

“All right,” said Dawn as she removed the knife from Eleanor's throat. “You may have some more time. I'd like to get to know you.”

Dawn sat in front of Eleanor again and held up the slice of meat for her. This time, the former Queen took it in her mouth and ate wordlessly. Dawn gave her some more, with some wine to wash it down.

“You do not wish to know me, girl,” said Eleanor as she ate.

“My name is Dawn.” The teenage Amazon spoke with an authority that belied her years.

“Dawn, then. I am not someone you would be proud to associate with.”

“Why is that?”

“I am a failure. As a Queen, and as everything else. I have done...questionable things.”

“A slave's past doesn't matter,” said Dawn. “I still want you, and I'll make sure you behave.”

Eleanor laughed sardonically. “You truly do desire me, don't you?”

“I would like to have more of you than just your ear,” said Dawn earnestly.

Eleanor sighed. “I can't...I can't do it. I cannot be a slave.”

“Why not?”

“Why not?” Eleanor asked incredulously. “Because I desire power, like anyone else, that's why.”

“Dawn shrugged. “My slave never wanted power. She loved being punished. Why not try it yourself, if you have no choice?”

“Dis you punish her with endless questions? I preferred your other method.” said Eleanor.

“All right,” said Dawn apologetically. “This is the last one. Answer me and I'll leave you alone, I promise. What are you so afraid of?”

“If you must know,” said Eleanor, “When I was your age, I was subject to strict governess. She beat me harshly, and she took advantage of me intimately, as well. I was powerless, and humiliated. Is that what you wanted to hear? I swore it would never happen again.”

“I understand,” said Dawn sincerely. “My people do not condone abuse.”

“I don't want your pity!”

“I didn't say I pitied you,” Dawn replied, “I said I understood. And I don't think you told me the whole story.”

“I don't have to tell you anything.”

“You are ashamed because you like submitting, in spite of what happened to you, or maybe even because of it. You don't like to admit it, so--”

“Be silent, girl!” Eleanor broke into a sob, unable to keep her composure.

“I told you,” said the young Amazon, “My name is Dawn.” She struck Eleanor across the face.

The older woman looked at her, stunned. It was not a hard blow, but she was not accustomed to being treated thus. Then, Dawn did something that was even more astonishing to her. She leaned forward and kissed Eleanor on the lips. For a moment, the older woman closed her eyes and let Dawn kiss her, before drawing back against her chair suddenly.

“Stop it...stop it,” she said, tears welling in her eyes once again.

“Do you really want me to?” Dawn asked her. Again, the young girl kissed Eleanor. The former Queen found she was, in fact, attracted to this strange young girl, but was not inclined to admit it.

“No, please...” she begged quietly.

Dawn withdrew her lips and stood up.

“You've been bad, Gwen,” she said. “It was wrong to send Penelope away. You've hurt people. You need to be punished. I'm going to unchain you now, and you're going to stand up straight.”

Eleanor looked at her defiantly. “Or else you'll hurt me again?”

“Because I said so.”

Dawn proceeded to unlock Eleanor's manacles. The woman stood up, wary of what Dawn might do to her, rubbing her aching wrists. Eleanor was a formidable woman, in her way, but she was not a fighter.

“Take off your gown,” Dawn ordered.

Eleanor glared at her, but Dawn looked like she absolutely expected to be obeyed, and that she was not afraid to inflict pain. Out of fear of this savage girl, Eleanor unbuttoned her dress and lowered it to the ground. Her defiant expression did not change.

“Now your corset,” said the young Amazon.

Eleanor unlaced her corset and set it down as well, baring her torso. Her waist was narrow and her hips suggestively wide. Dawn admired her.

“Your top. Now.”

Eleanor looked at Dawn angrily, but the fierce girl continued to look at her with that dangerous expression. Humiliated but unbowed, Eleanor removed her silk brassiere and bared her full, round breasts to her captor. Her perky nipples jutted out from the large aureoles, very much to Dawn's satisfaction.

Dawn examined Eleanor's black stockings, as though she had never seen such a thing before. “Hmm, I like these; leave them,” she ordered. Dawn then fingered Eleanor's silk panty. “Take this thing off.”

Eleanor tried to remain stoic. She unhooked her garter tabs to slide her panty down, refastened them and stepped out of the undergarment. Except for her stockings she was completely nude. Dawn noted that the hair of her sex was neatly trimmed in a small triangle above her pubis; the Amazon found it very appealing.

Dawn took Eleanor's wrists and made her put her hands on the table. Eleanor could not resist, as Dawn was much stronger, despite her age. Stepping behind the older woman, Dawn slapped her bare hand on Eleanor's smooth bottom again and again. Eleanor could not stop the flow of tears of shame. She held her place, not wanting to provoke Dawn any further. To think that a teenage girl could do this to her! She had fallen far, indeed. Her bottom reddened and began to feel hot. Dawn spanked her again and again. Eleanor grimaced and tried not to make a sound. Her bosom heaved in frustration at her helplessness.

Finally Dawn stopped.

“Are you satisfied? You had your fun. Now leave me be,” said the older woman angrily.

Dawn wordlessly went to the wall hooks and picked up a cane.

“Now, you're going to count for me,” she said calmly but firmly.

“This is ridiculous. I did what you wanted. Haven't you humiliated me enough?”

“Put your hands back on the table, now,” Dawn ordered her. “Raise your ass to me. Legs apart. Now count.”

Eleanor couldn't believe she was doing this; the impudent girl was determined to bring her down a notch or two.

Whack! “Oww!...One.” A red stripe formed against the soft, pale skin of Eleanor's ass. Tears of shame ran down her cheeks.

Whack! “Oww!...Two. Why are you doing this?”

“Be quiet.”

Whack! “Ahh!...three. Please, stop th--”

Whack! “Ouch!”

“No talking, just count.”

“Fine. Four,” Eleanor sobbed.

Dawn caned Eleanor's bottom thoroughly, until the helpless captive was sobbing from pain as well as shame. Red welts criss-crossed the would-be queen's exposed ass. Bereft of any pride, Eleanor tearfully begged her young tormentor to stop, only to be told again to keep silent, except for her counting. Finally, Dawn finished and put the cane aside and stood next to Eleanor, and put her hand on the woman's exposed sex.

“I was right. You liked it,” said the young Amazon, noting the between Eleanor's legs.

“You little--” Eleanor turned on Dawn furiously, but the Amazon held her arms and did not let go; Eleanor was not strong enough to free herself from the girl's iron grip. Dawn moved her head up to Eleanor's and kissed her passionately, devouring her heart shaped, ruby red lips. She put her arms around Eleanor's waist and felt her firm bottom suggestively. Eleanor was overcome by a fierce passion; perhaps it was fear, or desire pent up from her captivity, but she did not resist Dawn's advance, knowing it was probably useless anyway. Dawn backed Eleanor onto the table and the woman laid on it, her back arched and clutching her breasts as Dawn put her head to the woman's wet pussy. She tongued the lips of Eleanor's sex gently at first, feeling them swell with moisture, and then plunged her tongue deep inside. She rubbed her finger overs Eleanor's clit, causing the woman to moan passionately.

“Yes...please...” Eleanor moaned, unable to resist the passion Dawn had brought out in her. It was so powerful a feeling it almost frightened her. Younger girls had always been a weakness of hers, and somehow the pain and humiliation Dawn put her through had heightened her sexual response. Eleanor, of course, had always been a dominant person; she could not have imagined submitting to anyone as she did now. She heaved and moaned loudly, coming to the brink of a powerful orgasm as Dawn joined her on the table, her legs straddled over her. Eleanor allowed Dawn to lock her lips in another passionate kiss, and could not resist bringing her hand to Dawn's own crotch. Dawn rose and straddled her legs over Eleanor's head. She slid her thong to the side and her sex filled Eleanor's view, and the woman was overcome with a passionate hunger.

“Lick my pussy now,” Dawn ordered, and Eleanor complied with only a token protest. Dawn thought her attentions were wonderful, and sighed with a kind of girlish glee as the experienced Eleanor brought her to orgasm with her vigorous tongue. Dawn panted heavily, moaning in pleasure as the climax overcame her.

“Good girl,” said Dawn. Eleanor was shamed by the simple comment but said nothing. Dawn moved her hand down to Eleanor's pussy, rubbing and exciting her to ecstasy. Before Eleanor could experience the sweet release of her orgasm, however, Dawn stopped and forcefully rolled her onto her stomach. Eleanor felt each of her wrists cuffed to the elbow of the opposite arm behind her; she wriggled and squirmed, but Dawn was too strong.

“What are you doing?” she asked breathlessly.

“That's enough for now,” said Dawn. “I'll be back in the morning. I may let you come then, if you beg me nicely.”

Dawn led Eleanor bag to her cell. The woman squirmed but it was useless.

“You wench!” the woman cried.

Dawn shot Eleanor a deadly look, and Eleanor fell silent again. Dawn put her back into the cell and smiled sweetly.

“Behave, now,” she said. “Tomorrow you'll have a nice orgasm, if you're good. Sleep well.”

Eleanor cried in shame and frustration, in heat and unable to relieve herself. She looked at Dawn pleadingly as the young Amazon left.

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Gwendolyn, the would-be Queen, squirmed in the grip of a large, well dressed court official. She stood in the palace square, naked for all to see, her pubis shaved to expose the cleft of her sex. She tried to hold back tears, but thought she might break into a sob at any time now. A collar was fixed around her neck and sealed, and her wrists and ankles were cuffed. The teenage girl kept her eyes to the ground as she was lifted onto a wooden platform. All around her, wealthy nobles and Amazons stood around, admiring her youthful beauty, chattering among themselves. The merchant clapped her on the shoulder.

“Well, it's better than the executioner's block anyway, isn't it?” he said with a jovial laugh. He didn't care how nervous the poor princess seemed; he had other slaves to sell today. It was true Gwendolyn would not be executed for treason; Penelope had graciously forgiven her rebellion, but this was no small ordeal for someone like her to endure. She had forfeited her freedom, and she would have to serve the highest bidder here. She could never hold any semblance of authority after this.

The auctioneer cuffed Gwen's wrists to her collar, behind her neck. Her kicked her feet apart, and forced her to arch her back, sticking her chest out prominently.

“Behold, the beautiful princess,” the auctioneer called. “Young but spirited, with great potential. Suitable for domestic service, and would make a lovely pleasure slave. What am I bid?”

Tears welled in Gwen's eyes as the people shouted bids. Although she had not been broken in as a slave and hardly seemed resigned to her fate, there was much interest in the beautiful Queen's sister. Gwen had Penelope's radiant gold hair, porcelain skin and classically beautiful face, although her forehead and cheeks were a little broader, giving her a more youthful appearance. She was a very slender girl, but her hips and breasts were already nicely developed. And surely it would be prestigious to own a former Queen!

Gwendolyn squirmed a bit more, but the crowd only laughed and grew more excited. When she realized it was useless, she stopped, not wanting to put on any more of a show than she had to.

Finally, Gwen was sold to the Amazon Matriarch, Sheila, who commanded a great deal of wealth, and paid a hefty sum for Gwendolyn. The young princess—or former princess—was led down from the block and handed over to Sheila, who clipped a metal leash to Gwen's collar. Gwen's hands remained clasped behind her neck. Sheila led her away, commanding her to keep her head up and posture straight, emphasizing her commands with a swat on the bottom.

The auction continued, and the Amazons were eager to profit from the prisoners they had captured. The enslaved women waited nervously behind the block; stripped, shaved below the waist and collared, each wondering which man or woman would be their lot.

Sheila was staying in a sumptuously furnished room on the palace grounds. This guest room had a large, four post bed and a vanity drawer with a large mirror, not unlike Sheila's own room at Timberwood. The Matron led Gwen into her room and removed her leash, then had the young princess kneel on the edge of the bed, legs apart, to better examine her. Gwen trembled at her touch. The Matron was fiercely beautiful and radiated strength and authority. Her dark hair fell to her shoulders, framing her Mediterranean features and light bronze tan. Her eyes seemed to pierce through Gwen entirely. She was dressed in her customary leather jerkin, skirt and high boots.

Sheila brushed Gwen's hair back and fondled her breasts gently, sliding her hands over the princess's silken skin, and then felt her sex, eliciting a gasp from her new slave girl.

“You have great potential,” said the Matron. “You're going to be a stunning beauty some day soon.” Her voice was calm and certain. It had a soothing quality to it. Gwen couldn't suppress a shiver as Sheila touched her sex, and the Matron smiled at her. It was a sort of condescending look.

“Well, what do you want with me?” Gwen asked her defiantly.

“Interesting question,” said the Matron thoughtfully. “What does a young woman like you have to offer, h'm? What makes you think you're worthy to live under my roof and eat my food?” Her voice remained calm, and her expression was one of bemusement.

Gwen shrugged. “You can fuck me, if you want. I don't mind that you're a woman. I've done things like that before. You don't scare me.”

Sheila raised an eyebrow. “Are you trying to be smart with me?”

“I'm just saying, I was a slut,” said Gwendolyn. “I had many men, and women, when I was Queen. You're the next in line, I guess.”

Sheila laughed musically. “I'm sure you broke many hearts. Perhaps you should be punished.”

Gwen looked Sheila in the eye. “I'm not some little girl,” she said.

“Oh, but I think you are,” said the Matron. “You're my little girl, now. And little girls who sleep around get punished.”

Abruptly, Sheila took Gwen over her knee. Gwen squirmed. But could not do much with her hands still cuffed behind her neck. Sheila gave her a series of hard, almost vicious spanks on each cheek, reddening her creamy bottom and causing Gwen to cry out in pain. Gwen began to sob and pleaded for Sheila to stop.

“Hush, dear, or your punishment will be worse,” said Sheila, never raising her voice. She spanked Gwen until her ass was not only red but somewhat purple, as well, and tears were streaming down the princess's face. When she was satisfied that Gwen had learned a little humility, she set back on the bed, lifting her easily with her arms, back in her previous position.

“You should thank you Mistress for the punishment you receive from her,” said Sheila calmly.

Gwen looked at her angrily, her face red from sobbing. “Fine. Thank you, Mistress,” she finally said.

“That wasn't so hard now, was it?” said Sheila with a little laugh. “Really, you are making this much more difficult than it has to be. Are you going to be a good girl from now on?”

Chastised, Gwen nodded and said “Yes, Mistress.”

“Then it's time for a lesson,” said Sheila. She uncuffed Gwen's hands from her collar and bade her to stand in the center of the room. She taught Gwen all of the basic slave positions first, until Gwen could assume them on command, without hesitation. Sheila made her practice them over and over again, never seeming to grow bored.

“Can't we do something else?” asked Gwen impatiently.

“You must learn the basics, first,” said Sheila. “And one of the basics is that good little slave girls must speak to their Mistresses with respect.”

“But this is so boring,” complained Gwen.

“You complain too much for my liking,” said Sheila. “Remember, speaking is a privilege that I can take away when I please.” She took out a ball shaped gag with a pair of leather straps on either side from a chest by the bed. She held Gwen firmly and forced the ball into her mouth. Gwen noticed something unusual about it; it was a white, concave leather plate that covered her mouth and had ring on the front. The ball attached to the other side, that went into her mouth. It looked exactly like a large version of a child's pacifier, except for the straps that went around her cheeks and buckled behind her neck.

“Mmm...mmmm...” Gwen complained again, but Sheila silenced her with a smack on her sore bottom.

“That's better,” said the Matron. She led Gwen to her large, four-poster bed, and forcefully took the girl's wrists, tying her cuffs with a velvet rope to the posts as she lay down on her back. She did the same to Gwen's ankles, and soon the gagged young princess was splayed out helplessly for the Matriarch to admire. Sheila played with Gwen's perky breasts for a while, pinching her nipples hard enough to make her squeal. Satisfied that Gwen understood who was in command, she went back to her chest and took out something else—a riding crop, and a phallus. She sat down next to Gwen and flexed the riding crop over her captive, with a wicked gleam in her eye.

She snapped the crop on Gwen's sensitive bosom, holding the handle with one hand and pulling the end back with the other. Gwen gave out a series of sharp, high pitched squeals as the leather stung her sensitive skin. Sheila slapped the crop across her breasts again, hitting each one in turn and watching the flesh jiggle for her amusement. She hit Gwen between her legs, on the lips of her pussy, and the young princess moaned and winced. It hurt especially when Sheila tapped the crop on the inside of Gwen's thighs. The fair haired slave seemed to plead with her eyes fro Sheila to stop, but Sheila maintained her calm, bemused expression as she watched Gwen's reactions.

“I think you're becoming a bit excited, aren't you dear?” she taunted. It was true; Gwen had never been one for modesty or chastity, and Sheila's attentions had aroused her, the pain notwithstanding. Sheila felt the wetness between the new slave girl's legs and smiled. She then took the phallus and moistened it with her tongue, and plunged it into Gwen's sex. The gag stifled Gwen's moans as the hard phallus was pushed back and forth into her with one hand; in her other hand Sheila still held the crop and continued to torment Gwen with it, slapping her breasts and torso again. Gwen cried out from the back of her throat, half from pain and half from pleasure. She tossed her head side to side, her blonde hair waving against the bedsheets. She pulled against the ropes that looped through her wrist cuffs to no avail as Sheila fucked her and beat her simultaneously.

After a few minutes of this unusual agony, Gwen's chest heaved and she wailed through her gag, her eyes shut tight as her intense orgasm reached its peak. The pain had made her senses sharper, and her climax was unusually intense. As her breathing subsided Sheila put the phallus and crop aside, and unfastened the ropes that bound the princess. She always found slaves to be more pliable after their first orgasm. She took the quivering Gwen by the arm and led her to the center of the room.

“You're going to have to learn some obedience,” she said, “So we're going to play a little game. If you please me, I may allow you climax again. Understand?”

Gwen, less defiant now, nodded. Once again, Sheila went to her chest. Gwen was beginning to seriously dislike that chest by now. Sheila ordered Gwen into a standing position with her hands behind her neck and her feet about a shoulder's width apart. From her chest Sheila produced a pair of small metal clamps attached to small chains.

“Nnhhh...nnnnnhhh...” Gwen moaned when the clamps were placed on her nipples. There were heavy lead weights on the ends of the chain, and they stretched her tender parts painfully. Sheila put a finger on Gwen's gag.

“Hush, dear,” she said. “I'm going to count to six, and you will hold your position until I say you can relax. Remain still as I count, and I may be pleased.”

Gwen winced and held her eyes shut tightly as Sheila calmly counted. Her nipples, pinched and stretched, screamed in pain to her. When Sheila finished counting, she took the weights in her hands and held them there, relieving the pressure from her poor slave girl. She looked Gwen squarely in the eye, as though daring her to rebel. Gwen looked down; she knew Sheila was much stronger than she was, and that there was no place she could run to even if she wanted to. There was nothing to do but wait out this torment.

“Again,” Sheila commanded, and she let the weights drop and counted again. Gwen squealed, and a tear ran down her cheek, but she held her position, her hands remaining clasped behind her neck.

Sheila seemed to be the slowest counter in the world, she thought. The princess heaved a sigh of relief as Sheila took the weights into her hands again.

“One more time,” said the Matron. Gwen let out a high pitched, pleading kind of wail but Sheila ignored her, and let the weights down. It took all Gwen's effort not to move her hands. She sobbed a little and her thighs quivered, until at last the clamps were entirely removed. Even then, there was another sharp pain as the blood suddenly rushed back into the pinched nipples. Gwen held her breasts and rubbed them as Sheila put the clamps away.

“Not bad for your first time,” she said. “You're better than I thought. I'll give you a reward.”

Gwen meekly allowed Sheila to take her to the far wall, where a lady's lacing bar hung from the ceiling. Sometimes Gwen had held onto one of these, arms over her head, while a servant laced her corset behind her. Now she felt particularly helpless as Sheila fixed her wrist cuffs to the ends of the bar above her. Then she took out yet another implement from her chest—a metal hook, about the size of her hand, hanging from a thick rope. The end of the hook was rounded and not very sharp, but it looked menacing as Sheila let it dangle from the rope and lubricated it with an oil. Gwen gulped at the sight of it.

“Do you know what this is for?” asked the Matron with a sly smile. Gwen shook her head. Sheila tossed the rope over the lacing bar so that the hook dangled behind the bound princess. Sheila spread Gwen's legs apart and put the end of the hook into Gwen's ass, eliciting a brief, sharp cry as the cold metal end poked into her. Sheila pulled the rope over the bar until the hook tightened and pulled Gwen's hips just a little bit upward. Gwen didn't know how to react to the metal intruder pulling inside her anus; as Sheila tightened the rope the hook went even further in. Sheila tied the rope to the ring on Gwen's collar, securing the hook in place inside her. Then, the Matriarch produced the phallus she had used before.

“Ready, dear?” she asked. Gwen nodded slightly, without a sound this time; moving her head meant pulling the hook further into her ass. She closed her eyes tight as Sheila worked the phallus into her sex again; this time it slid in easily. Each time Gwen moved her head the metal hook thrust a little into her anus; the sensation was odd but rather pleasurable, she thought. She now felt exciting sensations from two areas of her body. Sheila knelt and put her head between Gwen's legs, rubbing her slave's clit with the tip of her tongue. Gwen moaned as an intense feeling of pleasure was concentrated on such a small area. When she climaxed, she thought it might have been the most intense orgasm she had ever had.

Sheila removed the hook and released Gwen, ordering her to kneel on the floor. After Sheila had put away her implements of torment and pleasure, she stood over the young princess with her hands on her hips.

“Are you going to behave yourself from now on?” she asked.

Gwen nodded humbly.

“If I remove your gag, are you going to complain again?” Gwen shook her head. Sheila reached around Gwen's neck and unbuckled the pacifier/gag.

“Thank you, Mistress,” said Gwen.

“Show me your gratitude,” said Sheila imperiously. Knowing what she was meant to do, Gwen lowered her head with some embarrassment and kissed the tips of Sheila's boots as the Matron stood looking down at her. Gwen wasn't so sure she wanted to rebel anymore. Raised in soft luxury as she had been, she had never felt anything as intense as what Sheila had just put her through. She wanted to feel more. And there was something about Sheila's demeanor—something about her confidence and the way she commanded so easily—that made Gwen instinctively want to obey her. She found herself wanting to please this woman, who stood over her like a black haired goddess, looking at her intently. The Matron's gaze frightened Gwen but it also excited her.

“Your attitude seems to have improved,” said Sheila with satisfaction. “Now, let's get you something appropriate to wear.” Gwen wondered what kind of clothing she would be allowed by Sheila; although the slave girls here in Avalonia covered their sex, they did not cover much else. Sheila laid out some sheer, silk garments on the bed and told Gwen to put them on. There was a frilly white panty with lace ruffles that looked overly feminine; it was brief and Gwen had to tie strings on either side to wear it around her waist. There were white stockings and a garter belt that she also put on, and a lace chemise that was entirely transparent. The latter was short and left Gwen's navel bare, and there was frilly lace trim around the hem and sleeves. Gwen blushed when she saw herself in this girlish, revealing outfit.

“Don't you look sweet,” said Sheila.

“Do I have to wear this? I look like a little girl,” said Gwen with a blush.

“You are my little girl,” said Sheila. “Now I'll do your hair.” Gwen had to sit patiently on Sheila's lap in front of the mirror, while the Matron arranged her flowing blonde hair into a pair of braided pigtails. Sheila fixed ribbons around the ends of them. Gwen saw that she looked absolutely nothing like a queen now; she looked like an exaggeratedly feminine young woman with an overly stern mother. Her age was undisguised, but with her smallish stature the effect was striking. She turned to Sheila.

“Why?” she asked.

“Oh, I've always wanted a girl of my own,” said the Matron. “We Amazons don't raise our daughters in such a frivolous fashion, and I want to see what it's like. And you, young lady, have forfeited your rights as an adult. You'll obey me from now on, like a good girl, with no more rebellious nonsense.”

“Fine—I mean, yes Mistress,” said Gwen, still blushing. People would see her like this, she thought suddenly; it was terribly humiliating. Gwen then turned and put her arm around Sheila, and realized she felt a certain affection for her, especially after of the intense pleasure she had experienced.

“Mistress, may I...” she looked up at Sheila shyly.

“Yes, dear?” Sheila asked, playing with Gwen's braids.

“May I lick your pussy?” she asked. She wanted Sheila to take pleasure from her; to gain her affections.

“Now, what makes you think you're worthy to lick my pussy, h'm?” asked Sheila with amusement. She put a finger under Gwen's chin and lifted her head to meet her gaze. Gwen had trouble looking Sheila right in the eye; she was a formidable woman. “Maybe later, if you're good. For now, you're going to spend time with your new playmates.”

Sheila rose from the chair and went to the door, leaving the room for a moment. Gwen relaxed but was a little sad to see her go. When she returned, two tall young women entered with her. They were twins, Gwen saw, and slaves like she was now, collared and cuffed. They wore only leather g-strings around their waists. They seemed happy and eager to be here.

“This is Amanda,” said Sheila, gesturing to one of the women, “And this is Jessica.” She nodded to the other. “They've earned some amusement today, and you will entertain them. Enjoy yourselves, girls.”

“We will,” said one of the twins—Gwen couldn't remember which was which.

“Oh, she's adorable,” said the other when she saw Gwendolyn, who blushed even redder than before. Sheila left the room and shut the door.

One twin took Gwen from behind and reached under her shirt to feel her breasts. The other ran her hands between Gwen's legs.

“Be careful with her clothes,” the woman behind her said.

“She's just like a doll, isn't she?” the girl with one hand between Gwen's legs pinched her cheek lightly. They took her to the bed and demanded that she pleasure them both, and Gwen had little choice but to oblige. They tickled her endlessly as she put her tongue into each girl's pussy, and Gwen giggled uncontrollably. They spent much of the evening relaxing together and playing frivolous, sexually-charged games, and the twins couldn't seem to stop patting Gwen's head and cuddling her the whole time. Even as she was brought to orgasm again and again, Gwen felt more innocent than she ever had before. This wasn't so bad, she thought, as she rested between the two twins who held her their arms, and her lace panty was soon soaked with her own juices.

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The next morning, Eleanor awoke as her cell door opened with a creak. Once again, she saw Dawn enter.

“Good morning, beauty,” said the teenage Amazon with a cheerful smile.

Eleanor looked at her warily. “You've come to torment me again?”

Dawn looked hurt. “I thought you enjoyed our time together the other night. I certainly did.”

“You took advantage of me,” said Eleanor.

“Well, you belong to me now,” said Dawn with a shrug.

“And if I resist, you'll have me killed,” said Eleanor.

“But you don't want to resist, do you?” asked Dawn, who sat next to Eleanor on her cot and put an arm around her. She kissed the older woman on the lips again. Eleanor seemed to want to return it, but she pulled her head away.

“Stop it...please,” said the queen mother. “Go away.”

“You're not in a position to tell me what to do,” chided Dawn. “Besides, you really do seem to want it.” She kissed Eleanor affectionately on the cheek.

“I will admit nothing to you,” the woman said.

Dawn kissed Eleanor again, longer and more passionately. Eleanor did not resist this time. Dawn ran a finger seductively down the woman's chest, between her bare breasts. “We can enjoy each other's company every night from now on, if you're good,” she said.

Dawn put her hand on Eleanor's sex, massaging the clit and opening her labia gently. She put a finger inside and felt Eleanor's moisture gather. She suckled Eleanor's ample breasts, taking the nipple between her lips. Eleanor, her wrists still bound to her elbows behind her, was helpless to resist, and felt the desire of the previous night quickly well inside her again.

“Beg me,” said Dawn with a smile that to Eleanor seemed very cruel. “Beg me to make you come.”

“Please, don't stop again,” pleaded Eleanor.

“Beg me for it, and I'll consider,” teased Dawn.

“Please let me come, girl. Don't torment me so!”

“You have to use my name.”

“Dawn, lovely Dawn, please let me come,” said Eleanor sincerely. “I'll make it worth your while, just please...oh...ooohhh...ooooohh...” Eleanor tossed her head back and closed hr eyes in a sweet reverie. It was possibly the most intense climax she had ever enjoyed, heightened by the humiliation and frustration Dawn had put her through.

“Thank you, dear...you're a sweet girl...” Eleanor moaned softly.

“Would you like to climax again?” dawn asked her. “If you want another, I will give it.”

“Perhaps...” Eleanor eyed her warily. “What must I do for you this time?”

“You must first bend over my knee.”

“I am a grown woman, I--” Eleanor protested.

“Do it,” said Dawn forcefully. “Do you want me to leave you alone again?”

Tearfully, Eleanor shook her head. “Must you humiliate me like this?”

“I will if I want, whenever I want to,” said Dawn casually.

Indignantly, Eleanor bent herself over the teenagers lap. She tried to hide her shame as Dawn ran her hand over her firm bottom and pinched the fading welts of the previous evening.

“Now count out for me, like before,” Dawn ordered her.

“Is this truly necess—OW!” Dawn's hand slapped Eleanor's ass with a powerful blow.

“Count.”

“One,” Eleanor sobbed.

“Oww! three...Ouch! four...Aahh! five—please st—OWW!...six,” Eleanor's sobs became harder to control. Dawn continued to spank her, repeating a blow if Eleanor failed to count for her.

“You're not being very enthusiastic,” Dawn chided her.

“I am not your slave,” said Eleanor indignantly. “I don't have to submit to this!”

“Why don't you get up?”

“You will hurt me.”

“I promise I won't,” said Dawn. “If you hate this so much, you can get up. But you won't get another climax today.”

Eleanor looked up at her miserably. “As you wish, then.”

Dawn continued to ten, repeating a blow if Eleanor failed to count for her.

“Are you happy now, you wicked little girl?” asked Eleanor when it was finished.

“Oh, be honest,” said Dawn. “You liked that.” She teased Eleanor's sex with the hand that had spanked her, and fondled the woman's breast with her other hand. Once again, Eleanor's sex was wet.

“I...I don't know,” Eleanor sobbed.

“I think you do.”

“Believe whatever you want,” said Eleanor, standing up. Despite her nudity, her bound arms, and her sexual desperation, she maintained a remarkable dignity. “You gave your word, and I have submitted to your humiliations. You will not torment me, or make me plead again this time.”

“Of course,” said Dawn with a smile. “And after you climax, you will give me your oath.”

Eleanor looked at Dawn curiously now, examining the teenage girl's toned figure and pretty face. “You're a stubborn one, aren't you. I admit you're a lovely young woman, Dawn, and your offer is not without it's...shall I say, temptations. I just...don't know if I can accept.”

Dawn paused in thought, and an idea came to her.

“Come here, Elly,” she said, and she took Eleanor by the arm and led her to a wall of the dungeon, where two wooden beams were laid in the shape of an X. There were cuffs at each of the four ends. Dawn unbound Eleanor's wrists and raised the woman's arms over her head, to the manacles on the x beam. Eleanor struggled, but Dawn was much stronger, and soon Eleanor's wrists and ankles were spread apart, bound to the beam. She strained frightfully against her bonds, but it was useless.

“Please!” she cried. “You promised...”

“That I would pleasure you,” said Dawn. “I know.” She chose a flogger from among the instruments of punishment hanging from the near wall. “And I will.”

She snapped the flogger against Eleanor's torso, across her breasts, and under her legs. She did not hit her particularly hard, but Eleanor seemed very frightened.

“Please, stop!” she begged.

“I'm hardly hurting you,” said Dawn.

“I can't bear this.” Eleanor closed her tearful eyes and tried to bury her face against her raised arm. She began to breathe harder. Her bosom heaved as Dawn continued to flog her.

“Because you enjoy it?” asked Dawn.

Eleanor paused a long time before answering. Dawn flogged each of her breasts in succession. “Yes,” Eleanor finally moaned.

“You like it when I do this?” Dawn snapped the flogger between Eleanor's legs repeatedly.

A deep feeling of shame, but also desire, welled up from deep inside Eleanor.

“Yes,” she said.

“Then relax, and let me pleasure you,” said Dawn.

Eleanor burst into tears. “Please Dawn, this is so...” In spite of herself, Eleanor felt the pleasure mount as Dawn struck her pussy with the flogger again and again. Her breathing became more and more ragged, until at last she tossed her head back and let out a fierce, primal wail as a powerful orgasm shuddered through her. It was violent in its intensity, and Eleanor had never felt anything like it before. She closed her eyes as her breathing subsided. Dawn walked up to her and caressed her cheek lovingly.

“Swear to obey me, and you can have more,” said Dawn. “Otherwise, my knife meets your throat. That's what I have to do.”

“You leave me little choice,” said Eleanor through her dying sobs.

“You don't need choices; that's what got you in this mess. I'll make your decisions for you.”

“You could do whatever you wanted to me if I submitted to you,” said Eleanor warily.

“I can and I will,” said Dawn, “But you're also under my protection. I'll swear so right now if it will make you feel safer. So what will it be?”

Dawn put her hand on the handle of her knife.

Eleanor looked at her nervously, and said, “Very well. I promise to obey you, Dawn. You have my word.”

Dawn smiled widely and kissed each of Eleanor's breasts. “Good choice.”

Eleanor looked dejected. “Are you finished with me now?”

“Oh, we've just started, beauty,” said Dawn sweetly. “Now, as I promised...”

Dawn unbound Eleanor and led her out of the dungeon. She led the older woman to the apartments Penelope had furnished her with. Eleanor kept her eyes down and her expression neutral, seemingly unconcerned for whoever might see her walking around in nothing but her garters and stockings. She made nor resistance as Dawn led her to her bed, pulled her in close and embraced her passionately. Eleanor returned Dawn's embrace, and they made love languidly for some time. Eleanor tried to think of nothing except the pleasure Dawn made her feel.

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