Date: Tue, 12 May 2015 09:36:30 -0400
From: Selena Anders <selena9anders@gmail.com>
Subject: Concubine 2, with the Warriors

As far back as anyone can remember, the Queen has been chosen only from the
ranks of the Amazon warriors.  How could it not be so, when She must be
ready to defend her own land?  That is why around the palace the Amazon
guards think they are better than anyone else.  They push people around,
and as long as they don't go too far and make the Queen angry, they mostly
get away with it.

My 10th birthday came and went as I served the Queen almost weekly,
learning at first hand the subtle nuances of bringing her pleasure.  This
might not seem like much, but Her Majesty has almost 60 concubines to
choose from, so I was honoured hugely. My mother made sure I still had to
study and work, lest I become lazy or vain like some other girls.  That is
how I first became aware of Amazon interest in me.

I was on a ladder, cleaning the soot off the wall above a torch holder,
when a rough hand closed on the back of my thigh and slid under my skirt.
I almost dropped my cleaning rag as I looked down to see the cold grey eyes
of a woman in armour.  Like all Amazons, her hair was cropped short, and
there was a bit of cruelty in her smile.  "Mmmm, it's the littlest
concubine.  I hear you've been in sex training even longer than I've been
learning war."

"Maybe.  How long have you been an Amazon?" I answered.

"Three years, but I was only transferred to the Royal Guard a few days ago.
Don't give me a hard time, kid.  I'm supposed to bring you back to my squad
leader, and I don't want to give you any bruises.  So cum with me."  I
protested that my job was to clean the wall, and started to turn away from
her, but with one quick jerk on my knee she made me fall, and she caught me
easily in her arms.

I had never been to the quarters of the Amazons before, since my mother had
always volunteered me for other work.  It turned out that their wing of the
palace was much like the garden of the concubines.  But instead of a
bathing pool, there was a large sand pit, where powerful-looking naked
women were wrestling under the eyes of even tougher-looking combat
instructors.  My captor set me down on my feet, but there was nowhere to
run.  She spoke to me softly, "I'm going to take your skirt, and chain you
to this post so everyone can see you.  It's only for a few hours, so please
don't make me hurt you." I didn't resist as she chained my hands over my
head, leaving my nudity on full view to the wrestling warriors.


A particularly muscular woman came to stand by me.  "Hold!" her command
brought all training to a stop.  Every woman came to attention, facing her.
The big woman spoke again, "This afternoon there will be a contest among
the first and second year girls.  Your challenge is simple, to be the last
one to touch any of the stone wall around the sand pit.  All you have to do
to eliminate any rival is to make her touch the wall.  The winner will have
the honour of taking Her Majesty's youngest favoured concubine home to her
squad, for an evening of entertainment.  Look at her!  She looks too sweet
and innocent to know anything about the pleasures of women, but there has
to be some reason the Queen wants her so often.  So form a circle, shoulder
to shoulder, and begin on my call!"

For a moment all eyes were on me and I could feel their lust for my smaller
and softer body.  Then they obeyed orders, formed their circle, and moments
later their commander called, "Ready... Begin!"

There were about 35 girls in the pit to start, all around the ages of 16 to
18. Ten were just pushed against the wall within the first minute, and then
the rest got down to serious violence.  I winced as a blonde girl kicked
another on her nipple right in front of me.  The injured girl staggered to
her feet, only to be slammed into the side of the pit right in front of me.
I knew that women could be cruel, from the politics of the concubine harem,
but this physical violence was completely new to me.

The commander stayed standing beside me, looking on impassively.  I asked
her why these women all had such short hair.  She barely glanced at me,
"Any one of them could grab your longer hair, and kill you in an instant."
After that I kept quiet.  The contest lasted a less than half an hour, as
the blonde with the quick kick dragged her last unconscious rival and
touched her toe to the wall.

A huge cheer went up, and the blonde jumped out of the pit to claim me.  My
captor, a slightly younger girl with short dark curls who had been
eliminated in the first crush of the violence, came to unlock the shackles
that bound me.  It turned out that she was from the same squad as the
blonde.  The blonde roughly threw me over her shoulder and carried me off.

Three other amazons fell in with the little party, and I was taken to
another part of the palace I had never been to, a prison cell.  Once again
I was shackled, but this time my bonds were made of soft leather.  My
wrists were tied up to the ceiling, but not so high that I was lifted off
my feet.  My ankles were tied to the ends of a stick, but not so far apart
as to be uncomfortable.  The three women who had accompanied us to the
large bare cell had been wearing the same sort of simple dress favoured by
the concubine slaves.  They shed these and surrounded me, their hard bodies
glistening with sweat.  Helpless, I found myself surrounded by 5 nude women
warriors.

They touched me.  They touched me all over, as gently as they knew how.
Their hands were rough from all that fighting practice, and one woman had a
crooked nose that might have been broken once.  But they were not cruel.
Together they moved round and round me, touching my body intimately,
everywhere.  It was like a circle dance, with me in the middle.

The oldest Amazon, who might have been almost 30, was completely bald
except for a strip of red fuzz from her forehead to her neck.  With amazing
gentleness she drew a finger across my lips, and I dared to let my lips
part to lick.  Slowly she slid her finger inside my mouth and I sucked on
it.  Five soft voices murmured around me, "Mmmm, she's so tiny."  "And so
soft."  "And so sweet smelling."  "And so wet in her sex!"

The warrior with the shock of red hair slid her finger in and out of my
mouth for several seconds, then drew a sharp wet finger nail down my chin,
my neck, between my barely-begun breasts, down my tummy to my
still-hairless slit.  I gasped as she suddenly thrust that finger up inside
my vagina, the flat of her hand gripping my small pubis like iron.  She
stood absolutely still, her gaze locked with mine.  And then I felt her
finger begin to move, exploring my narrow tunnel, searching for that
special place inside.  She knew she found it, when I moaned and closed my
eyes.

Suddenly the finger was snatched out of me, and I felt a slap on my face.
It wasn't hard enough to leave a bruise, but my eyes were wide open.  The
woman who had been playing with my sex glared at me, and slowly sucked my
youthful lubrication from her finger.  "Listen, slave." she had to remind
me of my station.  "We are not here for your pleasure.  You are here for
ours.  You will be released at first light tomorrow, unharmed.  But for now
you are ours.  You can refuse to do your job, but remember that one day one
of us may be Queen, and you can be certain that the rest of the guard will
be interested in our tale of this night.  Now tell us how you are going to
please us.  We really want to know."

I was frightened.  I had trained for years in how to sexually please the
Queen, but here were five strangers.  So I answered, "Ever since I can
remember, when I fell down and scraped a knee or skinned an elbow, my
mother kissed it better.  She often licked my little injury, and that made
it feel better.  You all have many scrapes from your fight just now, and
many places on your bodies are bleeding.  Would it please you for me to
lick your wounds?"

This suggestion was greeted with great approval.  One dark-skinned beauty
had a nasty gash on her shoulder muscle, that everyone agreed was the worst
injury among them.  The Amazons dragged over a wood bench that was
apparently usually used as a sleeping plank for prisoners.  The one with
the shoulder injury sat as my hands and feet were freed.  I sat beside her
and turned, almost as if to kiss her lips, but instead my tongue sought her
right shoulder.  She tasted salty with sweat, and there was the metallic
taste of blood.  There was a bit of grit, from the wrestling pit floor, and
this I tried to clean away with my tongue.

I moved to straddle the bench, in order to face this woman, then resumed
licking her shoulder.  To steady myself, my arms wrapped as far as they
could around her, and almost by accident my right cupped her breast.  My
dark beauty moaned as my tongue moved up to her neck, and shuddered as I
breathed lightly in her ear.  My hand on her breast began to pinch her
nipple, while my left hand massaged the muscles of her back.  "Look.  Nio's
really enjoying this." the older guard commented, and the other women
murmured agreement as they watched.

My tongue returned to the shoulder wound, and my left hand continued to
massage Nio's back.  But in front, Nio's hand captured my wrist and drew my
hand lower.  It was not hard to figure out what she wanted, and willingly
my right hand began to explore her sex.  Her pubic hair was thick and
coarse, with fluid flowing out like a spring from a thorn thicket.  Boldly
I thrust my fingers through the rough tangle, and was met by a lump the
size of a large grape.  I had never encountered anything like this in a
woman's sex before, and so I gave it a gentle experimental pinch.
"YAAAGGGHH!" Nio's scream filled the little cell as her body went rigid.
The whites of her eyes seemed almost to pop out of her lovely face.  I
would have snatched my hand away, but she still held me tightly by the
wrist.  There was nothing I could do but continue to fondle what I realized
was the largest clitoris I had ever encountered.  Nio's rigid body started
shaking, more and more violently until suddenly she thrust my hand away.

In the moment of silence that followed Nio's orgasm, I could only lick
again from her shoulder up her neck, and take her earlobe between my teeth.
I gently sucked it as she relaxed.  The voice of the older guard was tinged
with irony as she commented, "I think Nio's shoulder feels better now, but
Kip has a bit of a scrape on the back of her thigh..."

Nio stood, and seemed to be about to move away, when she abruptly turned
and grabbed my head, tilting it back so I was looking up into her fierce
face.  Then she kissed me hard, her tongue jabbing into my mouth.  Again my
training came to aid me, as it is possible my tongue is the only muscle I
have that is stronger than an Amazon's.  In a brief duel of tongues, I
forced hers back and invaded her mouth until she released my head and
backed away with a new look almost of respect in her eyes.

They helped me stand, and the woman named Kip took her place on the bench,
lying face down with her legs draped over opposite sides.  She did indeed
have a scrape at the top of her left thigh, just where it met her hard
buttock.  I knelt at her left side and bent over to kiss the wound, again
beginning to lick away some grains of sand that were sticking there.  My
nose was thrusting into the crack of her ass, smelling woman-sweat.  Almost
without thinking, my right hand began to caress the insides of her thighs.

Slowly, between the licking and touching, the smell of arousal began to
rise, and my fingertips started to tease the lips of her sex.  She started
humping up from the hard bench, and I slid my hand under her vulva, my
thumb penetrating her cunt as the rest of my hand gripped her mound.
"Harder!" Kip moaned and I started to thumb-fuck her quick and hard.  My
tongue moved from her thigh to wet her anal opening.  "Urrrgh!  Harder, you
little bitch!" she demanded, so I withdrew my thumb from her vagina, and
replaced it with three fingers.  My well-lubricated thumb entered her ass
easily and I fucked her hard with short fast strokes.  Kip yelled and
convulsed as I brought her to her climax, and kept on fucking her hard
until the oldest of the Amazons reached between her legs to seize my wrist.
"That's enough." she said, and indeed Kip did not get up from the bench
right away.

The older Amazon kept her grip on my wrist and raised my hand in the air.
"Make a fist." she ordered, and I obeyed.  Then she looked at the blonde
who had won me in the sand pit.  "Do you think you can take her?" she
asked.

The blonde grinned, "Just watch me."  Then she threw herself down on the
bench, lying along it with her legs spread wide.

"No preliminaries.  Just do it." the older one ordered.  For a moment I was
unsure of what she wanted, as all the women stared at me in anticipation of
what they expected me to do.  Then understanding came, and I knelt down
beside the blonde's hip.  With my left hand I spread the inner lips of the
blonde's pretty pink pussy, and gazed at the dark tunnel that was exposed.
Tucking my thumb under my index finger, I brought my hand to her glistening
wet entrance.

"Just do it." my blonde repeated her elder's instructions.  "Ahhhggghhh!"
she grunted as I shoved my fist hard, spreading her and filling her and
watching my hand, then my wrist, disappear into the soft warmth.  For a
moment I just paused, amazed that my hand was inside the lusty Amazon's
cunt.  I felt her vaginal walls trying to contract, clenching against my
hand then relaxing.  Slowly I started to withdraw until I could see my
wrist, then I plunged back in again.

With the lips of her pussy spread wide, my blonde's clit was completely
exposed, and my other hand moved to play with it as I began to pick up
speed, fist fucking her harder.  She started to yell and kick, and the
other women grabbed her wrists and ankles so she wouldn't be able to hurt
me.  I pinched her clit hard, and her thrashing grew more violent.  Her
face was so red I thought it might explode, but I didn't have permission to
stop.  I don't know how long I kept fucking my blonde before her last
scream filled the little cell.

Slowly I withdrew my hand from the stretched but satisfied pussy, and
opened my fingers.  Even inside my fist the fuck fluids coated the palm of
my hand.  The women who were gathered around seized my arm and began to
lick my hand clean.  The rest of the night passed with more kinds of rough
sex than I had ever dreamed possible, as each woman tried to show how much
abuse her pussy could take.  But still they were careful with me, and the
next day they returned me unhurt but exhausted to my room in the harem.