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Princess Penelope and the Amazons

Part 3: Pippa

The next couple of days were much the same for Penelope. She was woken very early by Mala, and then had a fresh coat of soothing cream rubbed into the healing welts on her back. Once her Amazon was done with that, the blushing princess was marched naked back to the same dirty field, and spent the rest of the day carrying heavy rocks from one place to another under the watchful eye and threatening cane of her teenage supervisor.

Of course she was still frustrated with the pointless work. Even if the Amazons were trying to make sure she was obedient, then they could have come up with something more interesting for her to do. Worse, she had only to glance up and see the shaggy cows grazing in the other field to be reminded of the embarrassing nickname her temper had earned her. Seeing them chewing away made her blush every time.

Still, now that she knew she had to work and work hard to get out of this terrible situation, she found it far easier to force herself to keep going. By the end of each day, the pile of rocks she'd started with had shrunk a lot while the one she'd built herself got taller and taller. Even though her arms were aching and her body shivering under a sheen of glistening sweat after all the hard work, she found a strange satisfaction in that.

In the privacy of her own thoughts, she could admit that it was Mala who contributed most to her newfound enthusiasm for brute, menial labour. Every time her towering Amazon came by to deliver her a midday drink of water or to collect her at the end of the day, Penelope found herself waiting eagerly for her growing pile of rocks to be examined. Mala would turn and give her a dazzling smile, then pat her gently on the head while cooing words she knew were genuine praise.

It made her shiver in delight to feel that large, strong hand settle on her forehead. Even those brief touches had her whole body flushing with heat. She was left with stiff, pink nipples, an aching need between her thighs and a lingering desire for something much more. Her Amazon's approval felt like a drug, one she was growing very much addicted to.

Then there were the evenings, where she was led back into the camp panting with exhaustion. Mala would first wash her sweaty body with brush and bucket. She couldn't quite tell, but she was growing certain her Amazon was paying extra close attention to her butt, boobs and privates during these long baths. The brush seemed to linger in those soft, tender places rather longer than it needed to, leaving her wriggling and blushing furiously.

She usually found herself quite desperate to pee afterwards, and both nights her captor had led her back to that same dry patch of dirt and made her go the toilet right there. Of course it was still so embarrassing. She couldn't even look at Mala while she squatted in the dirt listening to pee gushing down from between her legs. Her Amazon didn't make it easy for her either, watching her the whole time with curious, dark eyes. Even worse, she found it all gave her a strange, naughty thrill that left her gasping with flutters in her belly.

Then she was put back in the tent, her legs tied together so she couldn't even lift herself from the furs. Mala would leave her there to relax for a while, but always return a little later with food and water. After a hard day's work, even the plain, salty porridge tasted delicious, and she ate every spoonful from her Amazon's hand with a smile on her face.

Bedtime became the one major disappointment of the day. She found herself longing to share a blanket with Mala like she had that one awful night after her idiotic escape attempt. It didn't matter whether they hugged or anything, she just wanted the comfort of sleeping nice and close to her captor's muscled body. Instead though, Mala just gently wrapped her up in her own furs, leaving her wrists and ankles tied, then retreated to the other side of the tent. It left her frustrated and restless every time.

It was late afternoon on the third day since her whipping, that she found herself bending over to lift the very last rock from what had once seemed such a large and imposing pile. It was a heavy one, and awkwardly shaped, so she had to rest it on her chest and waddle over to where the others waited. Her own pile was now almost as tall as she was, but she was determined this stone was going on the very top.

For the young princess who had drifted through life putting in the minimum of effort, it was a strange feeling. Sure, she could just drop the rock down by one corner and say she was finished, but she wanted to show Mala she could do this right. She was huffing and panting as she strained to lift the heavy rock up to its place on top of the haphazard pile. Her arms ached like they never had in her life, but at last she forced the large stone above her head and laid it gently over the others.

For a few anxious moments she stared at the pile, praying it wouldn't suddenly collapse. When it didn't move, she squealed in delight, clapping her hands in front of her chest. Done! She was done! The swell of satisfaction she felt made her smile like a madwoman. To think she'd be so happy about carrying some dirty rocks around!

Not sure what she should do now, she turned to find that mean teenager. The young Amazon was back in the other field again, watching the cows with her arms crossed over her chest. Penelope wondered if she should call out, but she was still quite afraid of her sadistic supervisor. Instead, she went and stood by her pile, bent over and panting hard.

The teenager glanced over a short while later. As soon as she saw the naked princess had stopped working, she bounded over, vaulting the fence with cat-like grace. Penelope stiffened at her tormentor's approach. She pointed awkwardly at the finished pile, hoping the mean Amazon would understand. The teenager glanced at the rocks, then at the empty patch of grass they'd been carried from. She looked at Penelope and smiled, the first time this bitch had ever seemed happy about anything.

\"Kana laya.\" The teenager said, satisfaction in her voice. \"Ishiri Mala nor masar.\" She slipped the cane into her belt and stepped forward, grabbing the naked princess by both wrists. The young princess flinched as her hands were dragged in front of her and neatly tied together again with a strip of dry leather. The teenager then turned and loped away down the field, leaving Penelope bound.

Penelope sighed, crouching down in the grass to rest her weary body. She supposed the young Amazon was just making sure she wouldn't untie her neck and try to escape again, but she didn't like being left alone like this with her hands tied together. It made her feel very vulnerable. Anyway, didn't that mean bitch realise she wasn't going to run away? She still couldn't believe how stupid she'd been to even try, with no clothes, no food and no plan.

No, she was safer right here, with Mala to protect her. She did wonder though, what was going to happen to her now. It all made her a little nervous, worrying if this pile of rocks was going to be enough to earn her better treatment. Would that awful old Amazon put her through even more? Had she shown she could be a good girl after all?

Her head flickered up as she saw Mala jogging across the field towards her. She leapt to her feet, her lips curling into a wide smile.

\"Laya, kudun.\" The towering woman waved a hand, pounding to an easy halt just inside the field. Penelope was shaking like a leaf as she watched her Amazon stride over to inspect her work. She knew she'd done all she could, but her nerves ran away from her anyway. What if Mala didn't think she was good enough? The thought of disappointing her Amazon made her heart ache. \"Kana laya.\" The towering woman straightened, gazing down at the naked princess with a satisfied grin. \"Kastar na laya dun.\"

Penelope blushed furiously as Mala reached out and rubbed her head like she was an obedient puppy. She preened and squirmed under her Amazon's massive hand, wanting to jump for joy. She'd done it!

Mala's hand dropped from her head, and she watched in delight as her Amazon pulled away the rope that kept her tied to the pole. A squeak of shock escaped her lips when the towering woman reached down suddenly and grabbed her by the waist. She was lifted up in her Amazon's strong hands before she could even squirm away. Her little body was handled so easily, like she weighed nothing. It made her head spin and her belly flutter.

Mala laid the blushing princess over one muscled shoulder, pinning Penelope's legs with her arm. The girl went limp, scarcely able to control the flood of feelings rushing through her young body. She slumped forward over her Amazon's rippling back, squeaking softly as each of the towering woman's large steps made her bounce and buck.

Penelope felt a hot thrill flood through her body as she was hauled into the camp like a sack. The Amazons were hard at work as usual, but most of them stopped in their labours to watch Mala carry in her pretty prize. The young princess was wriggling with shame. She was naked and quivering, her pale skin exposed to whichever woman happened to look up and see. It made her blush, it made her head so hot she could hardly think.

She was set down by the trough and washed briskly with the brush. Mala was all business this time, just scrubbing the naked princess up and down without her usual playful lingering. Penelope flinched away as the stiff bristles found one of the fading welts across her side. They were almost gone now. That cream worked wonders, but the skin was still a little tender.

\"Laya nun gar?\" Mala paused, her head cocked to one side and concern in her dark eyes. Penelope started, realising her Amazon must be asking if she was alright. She nodded vigorously. \"Kana laya.\" The towering woman smiled gently, and went back to brushing down her flank, much more carefully this time. Penelope felt like crying with relief. Mala cared about her! She couldn't believe how amazing that felt.

When her bath was done, she didn’t even have to ask permission to soothe her aching bladder. Mala just dragged her off with a tug on her neck to the usual spot and pointed at the familiar patch of dirt. Penelope blushed furiously wishing she could have her hands free to hide her blazing cheeks.

The young princess who’d once been waited on by an entire kingdom squatted in the dirt like an animal. She was past trying to hold back her urges, and let her bladder release. Pee gushed down onto the dry earth, splashing her thighs and legs. She could feel Mala’s curious gaze on her the whole time.

What exactly did her Amazon find so amusing about this? Penelope trembled with shame as water splashed over her feet, her blush spreading down her neck. She felt so small and disgusting next to Mala’s towering form, but at the same time she couldn’t deny the thrill her Amazon’s lingering stare woke within her.

As soon as she was done, she wiggled her butt and scrambled to her feet, stepping away from the puddle of pee. Mala gave her a thin smile, then tugged her back to the trough for a quick clean of her legs. The naked princess submitted to her Amazon’s attentions, too tired and embarrassed to do anything else.

When Mala was done, Penelope stood there drying in the afternoon sun. Little rivers of cold water dripped down her shivering body. She watched one sparkling dew-drop flow down her chest, sinking into the crevice between her boobs. Another twinkled on her pink nipple, like a little jewel decorating the stiff, throbbing nub. She shifted on her feet, longing to reach up with her bound hands and rub it between her fingers.

Mala was leaning against the trough, holding the rope round Penelope's neck in one massive hand. She seemed content to wait and stare as her charge dried off, stare a lot in fact. The naked princess flushed and wriggled, feeling the weight of those dark eyes drifting up and down her body. The towering Amazon smiled thinly and lent forward, her gaze hungry. Penelope felt like a hunted fawn, scarlet-cheeked and helpless. She wondered what the massive tiger staring down at her so ravenously would do to her once she was caught. The thought sent a strange thrill through her whole body.

Unfortunately, she was left disappointed once again. As soon as her hair was mostly dry, Mala stepped forward, giving the rope a gentle tug. Penelope followed along after her Amazon, wondering where she was being taken now. She wished she could ask, she wished Mala could understand her. If only she was smart enough to pick up the language.

Penelope was led to another tent, larger than the one she shared with her Amazon. Mala paused just outside, a serious look on her olive-skinned face. As the naked princess watched nervously, she glanced back and raised a finger to her own lips.

\"Koro Oma dar na ran.\" She growled, her eyes narrowing. \"Na ran, tara.\" Penelope nodded frantically, understanding that much at least. She had to keep quiet. Her lips pursed shut, determined this time to keep any disobedient tantrums firmly inside this time. Mala seemed satisfied, and lent back toward the tent. \"Lo hurrian, Oma.\" She called out. Then she ducked inside, pulling the naked princess along with her.

Penelope glanced over the tent, her gaze widening. There sitting cross-legged on a colourful carpet, was the old Amazon bitch who'd made her a cow in the first place. She bristled, anger flaring up inside her like a wildfire. Before she could say anything, Mala yanked her forward. She was dragged in front of her Amazon and felt two huge hands settle on her shoulders, holding her in place.

\"Lara jahan dur?\" The old Amazon sneered. The matriarch, Harriet had called her. As if the title gave her any rights to act so mean.

\"Yahan, Oma.\" Mala replied quickly. \"Kala jun yul.\" The silver-haired old bitch clicked her teeth, her dark eyes flickering to Penelope. She rose to her feet and stepped forward like a stalking panther. Penelope froze, what remained of her temper withering away. The matriarch wasn't quite as tall as Mala, but she still towered over the naked little princess, her dark eyes narrowed and cold as they glared down.

\"Oshin da.\" The older woman nodded, her lip curled. She reached out a hand towards Penelope. The naked princess gasped in shock. The last thing she wanted was this mean Amazon touching her. She tried to wriggle away, but the hands on her shoulder kept her pinned.

\"Kin matar, tara.\" Mala breathed in her ear, soft and soothing. Penelope shivered, but kept still. Mala wanted this? That made it easier to let happen. The old Amazon's big hand found her shoulder, tracing up and down her slender arm. She whimpered softly into her pursed lips.

\"Kiri maka tan.\" The matriarch growled, sounding unimpressed. She squeezed a little sliver of soft, pale flesh on Penelope's upper arm, making the princess gasp.

\"Polis tara dar kiri.\" Mala snapped. Penelope felt a little thrill at the obvious annoyance in her Amazon's rough voice. This old bitch must have said something mean and Mala was defending her. She straightened, forcing herself to calm down despite the matriarch's hand shifting down towards her chest. If her Amazon was here to protect her, she could be a little stronger too.

\"Ori lakarsha nin.\" The old woman murmured. Her big hand slipped under one of Penelope's boobs and she lifted the weight between her fingers, rubbing at the soft, snow-white flesh. Penelope shivered again as the caresses sent little tingles through her body. Her nipple stiffened, going itchy and hard, and a flush of heat bloomed in her belly. No, she shook her head, her stomach twisting up inside her. She didn't want this. It was fine if her body got hot and bothered when Mala touched her, but not this mean bitch. The matriarch smiled thinly and let her boob go, watching in obvious amusement as the pale flesh bounced and jiggled back into place on her chest. \"Oshin rin tara.\" The old Amazon glanced back up at Mala. \"Dar kiri, mana sar.\"

\"Kana drun, Oma.\" Mala replied, a note of relief in her rough words. \"Harri kar nos mashin, don.\"

\"Dar.\" The matriach nodded. She glanced over her shoulder. \"Harri kara!\" There was a rustling noise, and the pile of furs at the back of the tent shifted. Penelope watched in shock as Harriet slipped out from underneath them, totally naked. The blankets fell from her skin, and the watching princess blushed furiously. Even if she didn't like the slave-girl much, Penelope had to admit Harriet was very beautiful. She was slender and tall, her slight curves perfect for her svelte, toned body. Again, the blushing princess found herself wondering if her own boobs and butt were too big.

\"Kallisas.\" Harriet stepped up to the matriarch's side, bowing her head low. Penelope watched in shock as the old Amazon laid a big, possessive hand on the slave-girl's flank, squeezing tightly. She suddenly remembered what Harriet had said to her after her whipping. Back then, the slave-girl had explained that one of her jobs was to please the matriarch. The naked princess blushed even hotter. This was what they meant? Like, in a sexy way?!

\"Laya na mana. Kirr Mala dun tara.\" The matriarch smiled at Harriet, her big hand brushing up and down the girl's side. Penelope shivered again at the obvious affection in the mean Amazon's eyes. For an older woman, the matriarch was in stunning shape, her body a wall of hard muscle almost as imposing as Mala's. Her bronzed face was only a little wrinkled and her short, silver hair was thick and full. Still, she had to be way over double her slave girl's age.

\"The matriarch has decided you are Mala's slave-girl now.\" Harriet explained, leaning in towards the old Amazon's caressing hand. She smiled, obviously enjoying the attention. \"You must do as she says and work for the good of the tribe.\"

\"Oh, um, okay.\" Penelope stammered, struggling to catch up. Her brain was still fixated on the embarrassing realisation that the girl in front of her was a sex slave. She couldn't help but imagine what the matriarch did to Harriet when they were in bed together. How did two women even manage anything like that? She knew from her Mother’s halting attempts to explain sex that it involved a man putting his hard thing inside her, but girls couldn't do that, could they?

\"Jiri mashin sor tara, Harri. Kara diris.\" Mala growled above Penelope, and suddenly one of her Amazon's massive hands was patting her on the head. Harriet winced, but nodded obediently. Then she glanced back at the naked princess, discomfort in her eyes.

\"Mistress Mala also wants me to teach you the Amazon language.\" She continued. \"From tomorrow, we will be spending our mornings together practising.\" She stared expectantly at Penelope.

\"Thank you, Harriet.\" The blushing princess breathed. She blinked a few times, still struggling to pull her mind out of the gutter. Learn the language? That would be nice, but why did this mean girl have to be the one to teach her?

\"Mala gar don.\" The matriarch reached out and slapped Mala on the shoulder, an affectionate gleam in her eyes. \"Kar oshin tara.\" Penelope heard her Amazon chuckle roughly above her and the hand on her head rubbed at her hair. She smiled at the nice feeling.

\"Kir da, tara.\" Mala gave the rope round her neck a gentle tug. The naked princess turned to follow as her towering Amazon ducked back out of the tent. She heard a rustling sound behind her and glanced back. The matriarch had turned on Harriet and had a muscled arm round her slave-girl's waist. As Penelope watched in stunned surprise, the old Amazon pulled the shorter woman into her body and lent down, pressing her lips against Harriet's. It was lingering, hungry kiss, one the slave-girl was responding to, leaning up on her tip-toes to meet the matriarch's embrace.

Another pull on Penelope's neck dragged her away, and she stumbled out into the camp with her cheeks flushed red-hot. That was definitely something she shouldn't have seen. She shivered again, her mind filled with how the matriarch had pulled Harriet so fiercely into the kiss. Then the way the slave-girl had melted into the stronger woman's arms, letting her do as she pleased. Penelope's head spun. She was used to the chaste, prim kisses her parents had shared when they weren't fighting. She hadn't imagined anyone could kiss with such hunger, let alone two women.

Her cheeks were still blazing when Mala led her to the centre of the camp. There were a few wooden stools and carpets laid out on the ground there. An Amazon sat to one side, staring into the distance. She had a thin knife in her hand was whittling away at a wooden stick.

\"Kria, lo hurrian.\" Mala waved a hand to the sitting woman as she approached. The other Amazon glanced up, smiling, but didn't reply. Penelope nervously peeked out from behind Mala's back, not sure how to feel about even more people seeing her naked like this.

She was pulled forward despite her hesitation. Mala sat down on one of the stools and gently guided her round in front. Penelope shivered as her Amazon's hand settled on her shoulder and pushed her down, until she was kneeling between the towering woman's legs. Mala grabbed the rope round her neck and slowly eased it apart, pulling the length away. The young princess gasped with relief as her neck was freed.

Mala didn’t stop there either. The Amazon grabbed Penelope by an arm and lifted her bound wrists together. Then she slipped the leather strap away, letting the naked princess move her hands apart. Penelope smiled to herself. She was free. Mala didn’t need to say anything. She understood what this meant. Because of all her hard work her Amazon was willing to trust her without bindings.

“Kria das nurin tara gar?” Mala waved a hand at the sitting Amazon.

“Dar, Mala.” She replied, rising from her stool. Penelope watched curiously as the Amazon turned and strode away, wondering what was happening now. Mala’s hand settled on her head, patting her gently. She glanced back at her Amazon with a shy little smile.

Mala smiled back and the hand on her head slipped down to cup her cheek. Long, callused fingers traced over her soft skin, moving down towards her plump, pink lips. As she felt her Amazon's fingers slip over her mouth, Penelope had a funny urge to suck on them, like she was a baby. She blushed again at the thought, the familiar flush of blood leaving her cheeks hot and pink. Mala raised her other hand and pointed at herself.

\"Mala.\" She said. Then she flipped her hand and pointed at Penelope. It took the blushing princess a moment to get her thoughts in order and realise what her Amazon wanted. Her name.

\"Penelope.\" She breathed. \"My name is Penelope.\"

\"Penlope?\" Mala repeated, stumbling over the word with a thick accent.

\"No, Penelope.\" The naked princess giggled. It was funny seeing this massive woman struggle to pronounce her name.

\"Ja kar dar, tor tara.\" Mala shook her head, lips curling thoughtfully. \"Pippa.\" She said at last, pointing again at the kneeling princess.

\"Pippa?\" Penelope frowned, confused. \"What does that mean?\"

\"Pippa.\" The tall Amazon repeated, jabbing a finger at her face again. \"Kar dur Pippa.\" The young princess stiffened as she understood. Mala was going to call her Pippa from now on. Why though? Her name wasn't that hard, was it? The Amazons should just learn how to say it properly. She pouted in annoyance and shook her head. Mala scowled at her and reached down over her chest. Penelope squealed in pain as her Amazon's fingers found her tender, stiff nipple and squeezed it rather hard. \"Pippa.\" Mala growled, pointing at her face with the other hand.

\"Okay, okay, Pippa!\" Penelope nodded frantically, tears welling up in her eyes at the pain from her nipple. She gasped in relief when her Amazon let her go. Her hands flew to her poor boob and she rubbed the aching nub. Why was Mala being so mean over a stupid name?

She glanced down, a hoarse sob of frustration escaping her lips. Hadn't she done well? She'd moved all those dirty, stupid rocks for Mala, and this was all it had earned her? More pain and more bullying from the woman she'd wanted so badly to impress.

\"Dar kana, Pippa.\" The Amazon murmured behind her. She felt a huge hand in her hair, rubbing gently at the long, blonde strands. Penelope pouted furiously, refusing to be won over by small gestures. Then Mala's other hand appeared in front of her face, holding a small wooden hairbrush that was dwarfed by her massive palm. \"Ishin tar kan lohin?\" Penelope gasped in shock as her Amazon shook the little brush while stroking her hair with the other hand. For once, it was clear what she was asking.

\"Yes, please.\" The naked princess nodded. Her hair had gotten rather straggly and tangled over these past few days. What with everything else going on, she'd hardly noticed. That was really rather strange. She usually took so much pride in how good it looked, refusing to even step outside her room unless her hair was perfect. Once she'd screamed at one of the chambermaids for three hours straight because the stupid girl had managed to cut it wrong.

Mala patted her again on the head, then grabbed a bunch of hair in her fingers, pulling the bristles through to straighten it. She was very thorough, slowly brushing out each soft strand in turn. Penelope closed her eyes, relaxing into the feeling of the brush pulling through her hair.

This felt quite different to when the chambermaids did it. They were always so careful and hesitant, knowing that one wrong move or errant tug would make the princess furious with them. Mala wasn't like that, not at all. She did as she wanted, guiding Penelope's head from side to side with her big hands as she brushed. There were a few snagged knots that stung a little as the brush pulled through them, but the young princess kept her mouth shut. Losing her temper with Mala was the last thing she wanted. It wouldn't do her any good beyond another hard spanking on her tender butt.

\"Oshin Pippa.\" Mala said at last, letting the hairbrush drop. She gave Penelope another firm pat on the head. The naked princess smiled to herself, reaching up to run a finger through her soft, brushed locks. They looked so much better now, smooth and silky like burnished gold. The pain in her abused nipple was already gone too. Okay fine, if Mala wanted to call her by that silly name then she supposed she didn't mind. She was far too mature to be bothered over small things like that. \"Kria, das nunin gar?\" Mala asked suddenly, glancing up.

\"Das vishiri, Mala.\" The Amazon who'd left earlier stepped back into view, her dark eyes moving slowly over Penelope. The naked princess blushed faintly as her naked body was once again examined like a piece of meat. Was she ever going to get used to this?

The olive-skinned woman stepped forward, and Mala rose out of the chair to meet her. Penelope watched curiously as her Amazon was handed a leather strap and little folded piece of white cloth. Mala turned, holding them out towards her, and the naked princess gasped in shock. These were the same collar and clothing Harriet had worn. The clothing of an Amazon's slave-girl.

\"Un darat.\" Mala beckoned her over with a hand. Penelope rose awkwardly to her feet, her gaze fixed on the small leather collar. This was what she had worked for, wasn't it? To be Mala's slave-girl rather than the cow put to work in the fields. So why did she feel so afraid? She shuffled forward, her hands working over each other in front of her belly.

She stood in front of her Amazon, staring anxiously at the tall woman's muscled stomach. Mala lent over and she felt the leather collar slip round her neck, pulled tight to fasten behind her back. She swallowed, the band shifting on her soft throat. It wasn't uncomfortable, not exactly, but she found it hard to focus on anything but the slight pressure of the leather on her delicate skin.

Then came the skirt. Mala slipped it round her thighs and tied it tight over her hips. It was thin and airy, and the young princess was very aware she was totally bare underneath. At least she was wearing something now, she told herself firmly.

Mala stepped back, her dark eyes moving slowly up and down Penelope's body. The blushing princess glanced away, her hands nervously pulling at the hem of the skirt. It was strange. She felt a lot more naked with this little scrap of fabric on. She couldn't help but worry a sudden gust of wind would expose her butt or privates even though they'd been in plain view just a few moments ago.

\"Kana Pippa, das ushiri.\" Mala clapped her hands, grinning with obvious excitement. Penelope felt a little thrill in turn, and couldn't help but shyly smile back at her Amazon. The tall woman held out a finger and twirled it round, giving the young princess an expectant look. It took Penelope a moment to understand, but when she did her fiery blush returned with a vengeance.

Her ears hot, she did a little spin on her heel. The skirt flowed round her hips, and she squealed in shock as it fluttered up way more than she was comfortable with. Her hands flew down to fix the thin fabric in place before it exposed her butt. There was a low, rough chuckle of delight from Mala. Penelope smiled faintly, enjoying the sound of her Amazon's laughter even if it was directed at her.

Mala turned and beckoned her to follow, dark eyes still shining. The young princess padded after her Amazon, fiddling with her skirt as she walked. Where to now? She really needed those language lessons from Harriet. Even just enough to ask Mala what was going on.

Penelope was led to the other side of the camp and gasped in surprise at what she saw in front of her. There was a campfire blazing away in a pit with a large iron pot settled over the flames on a metal grill. A middle-aged woman stood over it, stirring the stew inside with a long spoon.

She was tall too, almost as tall as the Amazons, but her skin was much darker than theirs, so brown it almost looked black. Her curly hair was cut very close to her head. Around her dark neck she wore the same leather collar as Penelope did. Only she had a long white dress instead of just a skirt. Another slave, so how come she was allowed more clothes? Was it just because she was older? The young princess frowned at the obvious unfairness.

\"Pippa, jun kin Yurin.\" Mala pointed at the ground just beside the cooking slave. Penelope nodded, hoping she understood. She stepped past her Amazon, meaning to stand where she'd been told. Then a gust of wind swept past, and she squealed in shock as her skirt flew up above her hips. Smack! Smack! Something large and hard cracked twice across her naked butt before she could fight the skirt back down. She jumped and squeaked, her hands flying back to cup her jiggling cheeks.

Her gaze flew up to find Mala's face, terrified the spanking meant she'd done something wrong again. Instead of anger, her Amazon was grinning down at her with amusement. That big flat palm still hovered threateningly down below Penelope's waist. It flickered forward, making the young princess jump, only to pause barely an inch from her vulnerable butt. Mala smirked, obviously enjoying her shock.

Penelope pouted, rubbing her stinging butt. Was Mala just teasing her? Well, it was an awful way to toy with someone. She squeezed her plump cheeks between her fingers, trying to ease the pain a little. The hot stinging seemed to sink deep into her quivering flesh, sending little tingles up into her belly as she rubbed it away.

She started forward when Mala clicked her teeth, desperate to escape before her Amazon got any more of those naughty ideas. Her shuffling steps took her to the side of the pot, and she stood there awkwardly. Her fingers fluttered by her sides, longing to reach back again and soothe her butt.

Why had Mala done that to her? It was so mean. Worse, she'd been smiling like it was funny. It wasn't funny to slap someone's butt! The young princess pouted again. It almost seemed like the towering woman enjoyed spanking her. Would she do it again, even if Penelope wasn't naughty or anything? The thought of her big, strong Amazon bending her over one knee for no reason at all made her blush again. She shook her head, trying to push the fantasy away before she got all confused again and started thinking that was something she wanted.

Desperate to distract herself, she glanced at the other slave still bent over the cooking pot. The dark-skinned woman hadn't even looked up since she'd approached, still stirring away at the boiling stew like it was the most important thing in the world. Penelope stared into the pot. The stew wouldn't usually have looked very appetising to her refined tastes. It was thick and brown, with bits of meat and vegetables floating in it. After days of eating only porridge though, the smell alone made her stomach rumble.

\"Lo hurrian Yurin.\" She jumped in shock as Mala spoke just behind her. When had her Amazon crept up on her like that? The dark-skinned slave glanced up from her stew, her gaze flickering over Penelope. \"Koro Pippa dun tara ga reha.\" Mala continued, waving a hand at the pot.

\"Yahan, Mala.\" The slave-woman didn't look very happy, but she nodded all the same.

\"Yurin.\" Mala reached across Penelope to point at the dark-skinned woman. \"Yurin kar dur.\"

\"Yurin.\" The princess repeated, figuring her Amazon was trying to tell her the other slave's name. The dark-skinned woman frowned at her, then went back to stirring her stew. Penelope glanced down, unsure how she'd managed to upset this bitch when they hadn't even spoken a word to each other.

She looked around, trying to distract herself. It seemed like this was where the Amazons took their meals. There was a long wooden table laid out a small distance from the cooking pot, with a lot of low stools set up around it. On top, someone had laid out a lot of clay jugs and cups.

Suddenly Penelope heard a loud ringing noise from behind her, and she glanced back to see Yurin was banging her spoon against the side of the pot. Mala strode forward and sat down at the table. The young princess froze as more Amazons appeared from the camp. They were chatting to each other lightly in their language, smiling and laughing. All the women she'd seen so far were here, the mean one who'd bullied her, the rude one who'd ignored her, even the sadistic teenager strode in from behind one of the tents, without her cane this time.

There were around twenty of the tall olive-skinned women in all. The whole tribe, Penelope realised with a start. There was even a young one she hadn't seen before, a child of only around eight or nine with long black hair tied into two braids. The princess blushed as she realised the little girl was already as tall as she was.

The Amazons all sat around the table, leaving one chair empty at the head. Sure enough, the old matriarch emerged and sat there, smiling warmly as she gazed down the table at the rest of the tribe. Harriet was nowhere to be seen. Penelope shivered awkwardly, remembering that hungry kiss. She wouldn't be surprised if they'd made love afterwards, however two women were supposed to do that.

\"Ga mal Oma, tara!\" She almost jumped out of her skin as Yurin suddenly barked at her. Her head turned wildly and she saw the dark-skinned slave was holding out a clay bowl filled with steaming hot stew. The young princess took it frantically, then froze like a deer, her eyes wide with confusion. Scoffing in disgust, Yurin pointed at the table.

Penelope stumbled forward. She didn't understand. What was she supposed to be doing with this food? Eating it? No, surely not. There wasn't even a space for her left at the table. She felt a few expectant stares settle on her face, and a shiver of panic ran down her spine. Suddenly the collar felt like it was strangling her, and she had to fight the urge to throw the bowl and run away screaming.

Then it hit her, and she couldn't believe how stupid she'd been. Of course, the Amazons wanted her to serve them! Penelope scurried forward, glancing down the empty table. Who was she supposed to give this to?

Her frantic gaze found Mala and she darted over to her Amazon, desperate for the comfort of certainty. She quickly put the bowl down on the table in front of the towering woman and stepped back, folding her hands over her belly the way the servants back home did it.

The table went quiet, the sound of laughter and talking dying away. Penelope froze, sensing something was wrong. She suddenly realised every single Amazon was staring at her in blank confusion. Her hands started twitching, and she felt an icicle of panic pressing against her naked back.

Then the matriarch started laughing, bucking on her stool. Her low, powerful voice filled the air, echoing round the camp.

\"Mala, kana tara dun kilni Oma.\" The old Amazon barked between chuckles, hitting the table with a big hand. It suddenly felt like every single other Amazon was laughing too. Penelope froze, staring in blank confusion. What was going on here? She couldn't help but feel like she was being made fun of again, but she was so confused she couldn't even get angry. Then a big olive-skinned hand reached up and flicked her hard on the nose. She squeaked in shock, her frantic gaze finding her Amazon.

\"Pippa.\" Mala was frowning, but there was a playful glint in her dark eyes. \"Ga na Oma diri.\" She pointed at the bowl in front of her, then down the table at the old Amazon still chuckling away. Penelope gasped, understanding at last. She'd been supposed to take the food to the matriarch first!

She grabbed the bowl like it was a poisonous snake. Her hands were shaking as she carried it over to the head of the table. She felt so embarrassed at the silly mistake. Now every single Amazon was staring at her, waiting for her to do something else stupid. Tears stung in her eyes. It wasn't her fault. How was she supposed to know that?

The young princess placed the food in front of the matriarch, her cheeks burning hot. She waited for a moment, expecting more cruel laughter. Instead the old Amazon just clicked her teeth and pointed back towards the pot. Yurin was waiting there with two more bowls in her hands and a scowl on her dark-skinned face

Penelope scurried over. The slave-woman scoffed and shoved the bowls in her face. Her heart sunk even further as she took them, one in each hand. Could she do nothing right? She was a princess! Her whole life she'd been told how amazing and smart she was. Only somehow now it turned out she couldn't even serve food without messing up.

Her lips were trembling as she served the pair of bowls to the two Amazons closest to the matriarch. Both of them ignored her, chatting to each other instead. When she turned back to Yurin there were two more waiting for her, and the dark-skinned slave's scowl had turned thunderous. The young princess trembled. Now she'd managed to make someone else mad at her.

She scurried back to the table, holding the pair of bowls. Mala was one of the next two women sitting there. She couldn't even look at her Amazon's face as she served the bowls of stew, too afraid of the disappointment she knew she'd see there. As she turned to hurry away, a large hand grabbed her by the waist. She jumped in shock, her anxious gaze flickering back to Mala. The tall woman was staring at her, only there wasn't any anger in those dark eyes. Instead, her Amazon looked almost sympathetic.

\"Kana tara.\" Mala purred softly, rubbing at the naked skin of Penelope's flank. \"Lahan ga nirin.\" She gave a small smile, and the young princess gasped in shock at the warm feelings it sent flooding through her. Her Amazon had noticed how upset she'd been! Then tried to calm her down! She smiled shyly back, staring limply up at Mala's gorgeous face.

The towering woman pointed at the pot with her other hand, and Penelope understood. She was supposed to keep going. It felt much easier now that she knew Mala wasn't disappointed in her. She turned to leave, only to jump and squeak as the hand on her side slipped under her skirt to pinch her hard on the butt.

Her shocked gaze flickered back to her Amazon. Mala was smirking at her, showing teeth. Smack! That big hand darted away and slapped her hard across one tender butt cheek. She rolled up onto her heels as the soft mound squashed into her hips, squealing in pain. There were a few low chuckles from some of the other women at her high-pitched outburst. Her Amazon pointed vigorously at the pot, clicking her teeth.

Penelope darted away, her poor butt stinging and the laughter of the Amazons ringing in her ears. This was so unfair! Mala pinched her butt, then spanked her when it made her hesitate! Was she just supposed to ignore when her Amazon touched her like that?

Blushing furiously, she went back to her task. She scurried between the pot and the table, handing out bowls of steaming stew. All the while, her thoughts kept going back to the way she'd been handled in front of the whole tribe. How could her Amazon be so shameless? Was she just some toy, to be groped and spanked whenever Mala wanted? And why did that thought give her a naughty thrill? She didn't like this! She didn't!

She was hardly concentrating when she came to the final pair of Amazons. It was only when one of them poked her hard in the ribs that she glanced up, scowling at the culprit. The colour flooded from her cheeks as she found herself staring into the cold, grinning features of the Amazon who'd been so mean to her on her first day. The bitch had flicked her on the nose, laughed at her and compared her boobs to a cow's udders. Penelope bristled, realising suddenly that it was this bully's fault the matriarch had even decided she was a farmyard animal.

\"Hurrian, laya.\" The bitch sneered. The young princess shook her head vigorously. She wasn't to be called that awful word anymore. \"Mala kar dun tara rin.\" The mean Amazon continued, her voice a low, dangerous drawl that sent shivers down Penelope's spine. \"Ka tani.\"

The princess was frozen at the sheer menace in the tall woman's eyes. She'd never been looked at this way before. Why was the Amazon so angry at her? She didn't understand, and that only made it all so much scarier. The bully lent in, her gaze drifting hungrily down Penelope's body. Her hand moved from the table, and the young princess felt a cold chill as she realised this mean Amazon was going to reach for her.

\"Pippa, un darat!\" Mala's voice boomed across the table, shocking her enough that she leapt back. The bully tossed her hair and turned back to her bowl of stew, leaving Penelope standing there with a cold chill running down her spine. What was that? She'd been sure for a moment that the bitch had wanted to touch her, but why? \"Un darat!\" Mala barked, sounding rather angrier.

Penelope squeaked in shock and scurried back to her Amazon. The towering woman was scowling now, her dark eyes narrowed. As soon as Penelope was close enough, Mala reached out and grabbed her by an ear. The princess gasped in pain as she was dragged up to her Amazon's side.

Mala forced her right up against one leg then pulled her down by the ear. Penelope collapsed to her knees, tears in her eyes. Her Amazon's hand slipped down to her chin and yanked her head up until she was staring up at the taller woman's scowling face.

\"Ma Pippa.\" Mala growled. \"Kurin un darat.\" She pointed vigorously at the spot Penelope was kneeling on. The princess froze in place, realising she was being told to stay put. With a scoff, Mala went back to her food. Penelope watched miserably, her heart aching the way it always seemed to now when she knew her Amazon was disappointed in her.

She knelt there for a little while, her hands working over each other in her lap. Why was she even feeling this way? She'd never much cared what anyone thought of her but now barely a hint of her Amazon's anger sent her tumbling into misery. What had Mala done to her to make her feel this way? She couldn't think of anything. In fact, her Amazon had been quite kind, except when she'd been naughty and deserved punishment.

A large, olive-skinned hand appeared suddenly in front of her face. She flinched back, almost expecting a slap. Instead though, Mala was holding a little scrap of meat between her fingers, right in front of Penelope's face. It smelled so good. Her stomach rumbling, the young princess didn't even think. She just lent forward and took the morsel between her lips. A little shiver of delight ran down her spine at how amazing it tasted. Just a scrap of beef in some spicy sauce, but somehow it seemed better than all the lovingly crafted meals she'd enjoyed back at the palace.

\"Thank you.\" She whispered as soon as she had swallowed it down. She wished she knew how to say that so her Amazon understood. Mala glanced down at her, dark lips curled into a thin smile. She wiggled her fingers in front of Penelope's face. There were a few droplets of dark brown sauce on her skin. The young princess understood, and didn't hesitate.

She lent in again and poked out her little pink tongue. It fluttered delicately over her Amazon's fingers, finding each tasty drop of sauce. Somehow the spicy flavour seemed even better now. Mala wiggled her fingers again, and Penelope smiled to herself, craning her neck to reach the last few scraps. It was only when the young princess was finished, and she lent back onto her haunches, that it suddenly occurred to her what she'd just done.

Her cheeks flooded with heat. She could hardy believe it. Penelope, the proud, beautiful princess everyone in the Kingdom looked up to, had just licked food from an Amazon's finger like some obedient dog. What the Hell had she been thinking? She frowned to herself.

\"Kana, Pippa.\" Mala purred above her, sounding very satisfied. Her heart felt like it skipped a beat. Another piece of delicious meat appeared in front of her face and again she lent forward, plucking the food with her lips like the pet she very much felt like.

Her cheeks were burning as she chewed away at the table scraps, but she couldn't help herself. It felt like she was in some weird trance, where she could do nothing but obey her Amazon's every whim. Her tongue was out before she could even think, flickering over the olive skin of the woman who'd done this to her.

When she'd finished licking Mala's fingers clean for a second time, the tall woman patted her on the head, then gestured down the table. Penelope glanced up and saw her Amazon was pointing at the mean bully who'd poked her. She frowned, her gaze flickering back to Mala's face. The tall woman was scowling slightly and shook her head.

\"Kiri.\" She grunted, sounding sour as she jabbed her finger towards the bully. \"Kar dur tar mahan.\" Then she raised a finger to her lips, shaking her head again as she did so. Penelope nodded, thinking she understood. Her Amazon was telling her to stay away from that mean bitch, whose name seemed to be Kiri. The young princess had already been planning to do exactly that.

She didn't know what she'd done to make that bully so mad at her, or the matriarch, or Yurin for that matter. Why did everyone here seem to get angry at her so easily? She pouted, annoyed at the unfairness. At least she had Mala on her side, even if every other bitch in this village seemed to hate her.

Another warm shiver ran through her body as she thought about how her Amazon had protected her. The memories of her stupid little escape attempt had gone rather dim, but she could still feel the way Mala's big muscled arms had wrapped around her, shielding her from the rain and the cold. Maybe it didn't really matter that she was doing silly things like licking food from her Amazon's hand. It was only a little embarrassing after all, and it seemed to make Mala happy.

She didn't hesitate at all when another scrap of beef appeared in front of her.plucking it tenderly from her Amazon's fingers. This time when she licked Mala's hand clean she decided she needed to try harder. Even if she couldn't talk to her Amazon, she could show how grateful she was by being as gentle and thorough as she could.

Her tongue was lingering, tasting her Amazon's olive skin as it fluttered over those big, warm fingers. She took one between her plump lips and let her tongue wrap around it. Her blazing cheeks sucked in, and she felt the finger twitching in her mouth.

When she glanced up, the finger still between her lips, she saw Mala was glaring down at her. Only there wasn't any anger in her dark eyes. Instead each of them burned and glimmered in the light of the fire, the shadow of something hungry lurking within. Penelope shivered, the ravenous look sending warm flutters down her spine. There was a pop as her Amazon's fingers slipped from between her lips, little sparkling lines of saliva joining them for a few brief moments.

\"Oma, mahan to rishi.\" Mala glanced at the matriarch, her voice even rougher than usual. \"Tara nishi kala.\"

\"Mala kan dahana.\" The old Amazon smiled slightly. \"Kar tara mana lihin.\" There were a few rough chuckles from some of the other women. Penelope blushed faintly, wondering if they were laughing at her again.

She squealed in shock when her Amazon rose from the table, towering above her like a mountain. Mala lent over before she could even think and grabbed her hard under her arms. She was lifted up and slung over her Amazon's shoulder, one muscled arm pinning her there.

The other Amazons were staring at her and she blushed furiously. Most of the olive-skinned women were smiling wryly, including the matriarch. Before she could even squeak in protest, Mala strode away, the young princess bouncing on her shoulder.

Penelope was carried like a sack back to the tent she shared with her Amazon. Her blush hadn't faded in the slightest as Mala ducked inside. In fact, it seemed to have gone even hotter, spreading down to her neck and ears. The young princess could feel a strange, restless anticipation that made her want to twitch on her Amazon's shoulder. She knew something big was about to happen to her, but she wasn't sure what yet.

Mala laid her down gently on her little pile of furs and she squirmed up onto her knees, her big blue eyes fluttering up. She found her Amazon's face, lip trembling nervously. She was anxious, yes, but excited too, in a way that made her shift and squirm on the furs. Her belly was fluttering like a whole swarm of butterflies had made their home in her stomach.

\"Oshin Pippa.\" Mala growled, staring down at her. She shivered again as her Amazon crouched in front of her and sat on the other pile of blankets. \"Kala hana durin.\" The tall woman reached up to mime undoing the fur strap over her boobs, then pointed at Penelope. The young princess blushed even hotter, understanding.

She shuffled forward, reaching up with a trembling hand. Her fingers found the leather strips holding the scrap of clothing in place. She gently worked each of them open, then moved round to her Amazon's other side and did the same. The fur strap fell away in her hands, revealing her Amazon's boobs. Penelope felt her mouth go dry as her limp gaze drifted over those two tight mounds of perfect, olive flesh. Each chocolate-covered nipple was very hard and stiff.

Mala pointed next at her leather sandals. The princess obeyed, slipping each from her Amazon's massive feet and laying them to one side. She stared raptly up the towering woman's long, muscled legs, admiring every muscled curve. Her fingers twitched, and she felt a strange urge to run her hands up and down Mala's perfect calves.

\"Uni gahan kurin, Pippa.\" Penelope swallowed anxiously as she saw her Amazon gesturing at the little scrap of fur wrapped round her hips. If that was taken off too, Mala was going to be totally naked. The young princess reached out. She wanted that, she wanted to see all of her Amazon's body, but it scared her a little too. The tension in the air was making her skin tingle. Her body felt hot, like she had a fever.

Her trembling fingers found the seam where the fur was tied together on Mala's muscled hip. She shivered as she touched her Amazon's warm, olive skin, then again when she pulled the scrap of clothing apart and dropped it on the ground. Her gaze flickered between those two muscled thighs before she could even think to stop it and she found herself staring at her Amazon's sex.

It was different to her own, that was the first thought that filtered through her dazed mind. Mala's lower lips were very dark and full, hugging the thin slit between them. There was a trimmed patch of wiry black hair above it. Penelope could see little glistening drops of dewy liquid clinging to the plump flesh. Her own got that way too, when she was playing with herself in bed at night. Except hers was pink and smooth, the lips all tucked inside. Mala's looked so much prettier, like a flower in bloom. Her mouth hung open, her tongue dry. She couldn't look away.

Mala's hand found her cheek, and she shivered as her Amazon lifted her head. They were staring at each other now, those hungry, dark eyes boring into her own. Mala reached forward, not even looking away, and deftly untied the little white skirt round Penelope's hips. The young princess gasped as it was torn away and tossed to one side. Her plump thighs were ghostly-white in the half-light of the tent.

They were both naked, she realised with a sudden, dizzying shock. They were both naked and in bed together. That could only mean one thing. Mala was going to have sex with her. The thought made her head spin and her belly flutter. Her own sex was hot and achy, and her fingers twitched with longing.

Mala smiled at her, a hungry smile, filled with possibilities. Then Penelope's mind went white as her Amazon lent in and pressed her into a ravenous kiss. Her first kiss. Mala's mouth was hungry, not giving her a moment to think. It forced its way into her own, crushing her soft, plump lips. Her eyes fluttered closed as two muscled arms wrapped around her slender shoulders, hands holding her tightly, tugging her forward into the kiss.

Suddenly, she was sitting in her Amazon's lap, her plump, quivering butt settled against hard, muscled thighs. She wasn't even sure how she'd got here, only that it felt amazing. Everywhere Mala's hot skin pressed against her own. Lips crushing into hers, arms wrapped round her tight and fierce, her short, stubby legs dangling against her Amazon's side. Penelope had never felt smaller or more helpless, but that only made her more excited.

Mala's lips forced her own open. She stiffened in shock as she felt her Amazon's tongue slip into her mouth. Only it felt good, so good. She'd never have imagined someone licking her inside like this could turn her legs to jelly. Even Mala's tongue was so dominant and fierce. It found her own and pressed it down against the bottom of her mouth. She shivered as she felt her Amazon's tongue wrap round hers.

The kiss broke with a wet popping sound, Mala's teeth closing round Penelope's plump lower lip. The young princess gasped as her tender flesh was nibbled on, but even that sent tingles of desire down between her legs. She was panting hard when her Amazon drew away, trembling with longing for whatever this was to continue.

Mala stared down at her, dark eyes hooded with ravenous desire. The thought that she could wake such hunger in this strong, beautiful woman made Penelope shiver with delight.

The young princess squealed in shock as she was suddenly tossed onto her back, landing in a heap in the soft furs. Mala was on top of her before she could even think to squirm away, that huge, muscled body settled over her own. A large hand found one of her boobs and squeezed hard, crushing the tender pale flesh between hard fingers. She moaned softly, the sharp shock of pain mixing in with heat flooding through her young body until she wasn't even sure she could tell them apart.

Her Amazon was kissing her again, nibbling at her lips, then forcing them wide open to slip an agile tongue inside. The hand on her boob found her stiff, throbbing nipple. She squeaked into the kiss as hard fingers rubbed at her aching pink nub. Sparks crackled down into her chest. Her boobs ached and throbbed, a wild need matched only by the fire between her legs. She was squirming and bucking like a trapped animal beneath the weight of her Amazon, lost in a sea of hot lust.

\"Oshin Pippa.\" Mala growled softly as she broke the kiss. Her voice was hot and rough. Penelope stared limply up into her Amazon's face, her long lashes fluttering. The hand on her boobs was slipping lower, skating over the soft flesh of her belly. The young princess raised her hips to meet it, her legs shivering with hot longing.

Hard, callused fingers tingled over her thighs, leaving lines of fire in their wake. They teased above the aching need in her sex, drifting close enough to make her sigh with delight, only to draw away at that last delicious moment. Penelope moaned in hungry disappointment. She wanted Mala to touch her.

“Please.” She gasped, her voice hot and panting. “More, please, Mala.” Her Amazon just smiled thinly down at her and did it again, letting those gorgeous wonderful fingers drift up her thigh, but darting away before they could give her what she needed so badly.

Penelope squirmed under the weight of Mala’s muscled body. She’d never wanted anything this much in her entire life. Why wasn’t her Amazon touching her? Letting her lust guide her, she reached up a trembling hand and laid it gently against the bulging muscle of Mala’s shoulder.

Her body quivered at the delicious feeling of that hot, olive flesh, and she ran her hand over the rippling curves. Scarcely even thinking, she rubbed down her Amazon’s chest until she found the soft curves of those two perfect boobs. Mala hissed between clenched teeth as Penelope’s tiny fingers brushed over her stiff nipple.

The naked princess squealed in delight at her Amazon’s response. Suddenly that huge hand was covering her aching sex. Two long, hard fingers rubbed at either side, spreading her open The hot need swelled to something almost painful, pressing against the trembling flesh of her belly.

Penelope felt like she understood, even through the haze of lust. If she was good and touched Mala back, her Amazon would give her what she needed so badly. She reached up her other hand and found Mala's boobs. Her fingers cupped both soft mounds of olive flesh and she heard her Amazon growl with hot need above her. The sound sent naughty flutters through her whole body.

The fingers on her sex spread her wide, and she gasped as she felt a third slip inside her, teasing at her sensitive flesh. Mala was very gentle, but the blushing princess knew there was nothing she could do to stop her Amazon using her as she pleased. The probing finger circled round, making her moan in trembling delight. Nothing in her young life had ever felt like this before.

Mala was amazing at this. Even Penelope, who'd only ever felt her own fumbling fingers down there could tell as much. Her Amazon seemed to find every single sensitive spot inside her sex, making her writhe and squirm in hot lust. Those two dark eyes watched her in hungry amusement, reading her reactions and using them against her, until she could feel nothing but the aching, swelling pleasure between her legs.

There was a slight pain inside her Mala's finger found her maidenhead. Penelope felt her eyes water and stared limply up at her Amazon's gorgeous face. Mala smiled back in wolfish delight. Then the towering woman lent in very close to her ear, until she could feel warm breaths tickling against her skin.

\"Kana pippa, jihan dar lahani.\" Mala breathed, voice rough with hot, lustful delight. The young princess didn't understand a word of course, but she felt like she could at least tell a little of what her Amazon was thinking. Mala was very pleased she was still a virgin, for whatever reason. Men liked that, she knew, liked to be a woman's first. It seemed Amazons were the same.

The finger inside her drew back without breaking her hymen and Penelope moaned in disappointment, wriggling under Mala's muscled body. Then two replaced it, stretching out her tight sex to force their way inside her. It hurt a tiny bit, but even the pain only excited the blushing princess even more. Mala worked the pair of fingers in and out, harder than before, but still not deep enough to take her virginity. They twisted and turned inside her, milking even more pleasure out of her throbbing sex.

Penelope heard a distant squeaking sound, like a very high-pitched mouse. It took her a moment to realise the noise was coming from her own mouth. Her sex felt like it was going to explode. She felt her aching flesh squeeze Mala's fingers even tighter, like her body didn't want to let her gorgeous, wonderful Amazon go for even an instant. Then Mala's thumb darted down and rubbed against the aching, sensitive nub nestled inside her sex. Penelope's eyes bulged. She never touched herself there, it was too always too much. A loud, mewling noise escaped her lips. Pleasure exploded inside her, white-hot and hungry.

Her body bucked up, pressing hard against her Amazon's muscled flesh. The pressure inside her burst, sending lava flooding through her body. Her muscles were shaking, her legs trembling so much her thighs started to ache. She screamed out as waves of pleasure utterly overwhelmed her, leaving nothing but a bucking, writhing body consumed by blissful release.

It took a few long, languid minutes for Penelope to recover. Mala's fingers gently rubbed her sex the whole time. Never enough to hurt her terribly sensitive flesh, but still sending little crackling aftershocks up into her belly that made her shiver. Her mind came back to her slowly, like a fog lifting from her brain.

The young princess blinked blearily. Her body felt exhausted, like the orgasm had taken everything from her. She swallowed, feeling how dry her throat suddenly was. From the screaming? She blushed faintly, wondering how loud she'd been.

Her lashes fluttered, and her limp gaze found her Amazon's face. Mala was still lying over her, warm body pressed against her own. The tall woman had a very satisfied smile on her face, and her dark eyes shone with warm amusement.

Penelope smiled back tiredly. Her thoughts were still rather slow and muffled, taking a long time to make their way around her head, but she knew one thing. No-one in her life had ever made her feel that good before. She gazed up into Mala's face through a warm haze. In that moment, she'd never seen anyone more beautiful and amazing.

\"Thank you.\" She whispered, her voice quivering. The warmth and gratitude she felt towards her Amazon brought tears to her eyes.

\"Pippa dar kana tara.\" Mala murmured, her voice a low growl. \"Kan darat iri sunil.\" The young princess squeaked in shock as her Amazon rose, slipping off her body with the feral grace of a panther. Before Penelope could even think, Mala had grabbed her by the waist and flipped her on to her belly. The naked princess gasped as she felt the now-familiar touch of rope against the skin of her ankles. Her feet were tied together, then both her arms were eased behind her and joined at the wrist by another tight knot.

Penelope frowned, testing the slack in the ropes and finding none. Why was Mala tying her up? She'd been good, hadn't she? Or maybe she hadn't. Her eyes stung with fresh tears at the sudden, awful thought. Had she managed to upset her Amazon somehow?

Mala gave her no answers. Instead, the towering woman took a fresh length of rope and grabbed the sniffling princess by a handful of hair. Penelope gasped as her head was yanked up and tied tightly to the knot round her wrists. The same was done to her legs as well, leaving her utterly helpless. She wriggled a little from side to side, her knees bent up over her butt. It did nothing. She couldn't even roll onto her side.

The young princess whimpered softly, confused and heartsick. One minute Mala made her feel so good, leaving her warm and happy and closer to her Amazon then she'd ever been before. The next she was trussed up like a pig. She wanted to be hugged and kissed and held close, not left wriggling on the floor.

\"Kin matar, Pippa.\" Mala purred above her. She flinched as a big, hot hand settled on her back, rubbing up and down her pale skin. Penelope trembled in her bonds. There was something very soothing in the long caresses. She felt like her Amazon was trying to tell her she wasn't in trouble after all.

Mala moved round in front of the bound princess, kneeling on the furs. She towered above Penelope, seeming even larger and more imposing now. The young princess found her gaze drifting over the rippling muscles of her Amazon's taut belly. Mala was just so strong. Penelope had never seen such a perfectly toned body, each glistening line of muscle caught out in the sheen of sweat covering her olive skin.

As Penelope watched in anxious confusion, her Amazon slowly spread her thighs wide. The bound princess swallowed nervously. She was staring now at Mala's sex, and even she could tell the towering woman was very aroused. A glistening sheen clung to the plump, swollen skin and there was a sweet scent tickling at Penelope's nostrils. The young princess frowned in confusion. What was she supposed to do? She wanted to please Mala, but how? Her hands were tied, so she couldn't touch her Amazon the way she'd been touched. Not that she could ever be as good at that as Mala had been.

The towering woman moved forward, shuffling on her knees. At the same time, she reached down and grabbed the bound princess by her hair. Penelope gasped as her head was lifted up, craning her neck. Before she could even wonder what her Amazon was doing, Mala shoved her face right between warm muscled thighs.

She squealed in shock, only to find her open mouth pressed right against her Amazon's plump sex. Confused and frantic, she tried to pull away, but Mala's hand on the back of her head just forced her back. She spluttered helplessly, tears in her eyes and her nostrils filled with her Amazon's scent. What did Mala want? She didn't understand.

The tall woman scoffed above her, and suddenly her head was yanked back up. She found herself staring limply up at Mala's face, and her heart ached at the impatient scowl she saw there. Why? What had she done wrong now?

\"Pippa ma, lahan iri sunil.\" Mala growled, waving a hand between her legs. Penelope just stared back with huge confused eyes. The towering Amazon's gaze narrowed slightly and she scoffed. As the young princess watched, Mala pointed sharply between her own legs and then moved her hand up to her lips, making a triangle with her long fingers. She opened her mouth and licked her own hand, hard and fast, then gestured to the confused Penelope.

It took the bound princess a couple of seconds to understand, but when she did, her blush went volcanic. Mala wanted her to lick, down there? She glanced back down at her Amazon’s waiting sex, still glistening with obvious arousal. Her belly fluttered at the sight, and she imagined burying her face there and licking away like a dog.

No! She thrust the fantasy aside with all her strength. That wasn’t proper! Two women touching each other was one thing, but to use her mouth, the mouth of a princess like that, it just wasn’t right! She shook her head frantically.

Mala clicked her teeth, anger flashing through those dark eyes. Smack! Before Penelope could even wriggle away the towering Amazon reached over her body and slapped her hard across the thigh. Smack! Smack! The young princess squealed in pain as two more hard spanks cracked across her naked butt.

“Lahan iri sunil.” Mala repeated, pointing again between her thighs. Desperate to spare herself more pain, Penelope nodded. There was no point fighting it. Mala would just punish her more, and tied up like this she couldn’t do anything to stop it. Her sex ached and tingled at that strangely delicious thought. She was so confused.

Mala growled softly and thrust the princess back down to her sex. Penelope couldn’t help it this time. She stuck out her little pink tongue and gave the plump, glistening flesh a tentative lick. Her whole body shook with a hot thrill as she tasted her Amazon for the first time. The flavour was salty, but sweet enough. More than that, just the act of licking Mala down here felt so good it made her whole body hot with lust. She moved her agile little tongue up and down, tasting more and more.

Penelope told herself she was only doing this to spare her poor burning butt more pain, but the truth was she doubted she would have stopped for anything. When she heard Mala purr with pleasure above her, it made her squirm in her bonds with happiness. After that explosive climax just now she’d thought herself finished for a long time, but now her sex was back to aching and throbbing with need each time she licked her Amazon.

Mala’s hard thighs shook on either side of her head, toned muscles bulging. Sensing her Amazon was close, the blushing princess licked even faster, pressing her head forward eagerly to find more of the delicious taste of her lover’s arousal.

The towering woman was breathing hard and fast, her chest heaving. Then she let out a low growl and suddenly her thighs snapped shut around Penelope’s head. The young princess gasped in shock as she was crushed even tighter into her Amazon’s sex. She couldn’t move, she should have been terrified. Instead she just kept licking away even more frantically.

Mala’s climax came moments later. Penelope felt the hot flesh of her Amazon’s sex convulse around her tongue and heard a low snarl of pleasure from above her. She spluttered in shock as warm liquid gushed over her face, drenching her lips and chin.

Hard thighs trembled around her head and the towering woman above her panted and gasped. Finally, Mala released the young princess, spreading her legs wide once again. Penelope gasped in relief. Her neck was sore, her tongue was aching, and it felt like her whole face was covered in the juices of her lover’s climax.

Mala moved above her, slipping round to one side. Penelope moaned softly as she felt large hands pull away the ropes trussing her hair up. Her arms and legs were still tied, but at least she could stretch them out again.Then Mala rolled her on to one side and lay down behind her and a muscled arm wrapped round her heaving chest. The young princess was pulled back, hugged tightly against her Amazon’s muscled body.

She was smiling suddenly, filled fit to bursting with happiness. They were lying together. Her lover was embracing her, just like all those books and poems had promised would happen. Of course she was still tied up, and they were in a tent rather than a perfumed palace chamber, but none of that seemed to matter anymore. Even the fact that Mala was a woman and not the handsome prince she’d once dreamt of couldn’t dent her happiness.

Mala’s big hand stroked up and down her belly, and she could feel her Amazon’s warm breaths tickling against her ear. The young princess wriggled back, letting her naked body press even tighter against her lover’s hot muscles. Mala growled roughly in her ear, only it was a low sound of cat-like pleasure instead of anger.

Her smile widened as she felt her Amazon’s massive hand skate up to her boobs. Mala took one of the soft, pale mounds between her fingers and squeezed, moulding the quivering flesh in her grip.

Penelope moaned in pleasure. She felt her sex pulse and tingle as Mala’s groping hand explored her chest. Her fingers twitched behind her, and she longed to reach down there and give herself some relief. How could she already be so needy after the best orgasm she’d ever experienced in her life?

Her butt wriggled back and she pressed it against her lover’s thighs. The plump flesh of her cheeks squashed against hard muscle, a delicious feeling that made her moan and buck.

“Juni Pippa.” Mala chuckled, the low, rough sound sending shivers down her spine. The blushing princess felt her lover’s teeth nibble at her ear and moaned again as white-hot pleasure seared across her naked skin.

It seemed like everything Mala did to her, every way her Amazon touched her, just made her even hotter and naughtier. She couldn’t help it at all. She was like a toy in her lover’s grasp, moved this way and that no matter what she thought about it.

Mala lay there for a while, hand caressing up and down Penelope’s body in a way that slowly grew even bolder and more possessive. The young princess was utterly helpless as her lover’s caresses seared across her naked skin.

First, her Amazon groped both her boobs hard, squeezing them tight enough it just began to hurt, then easing away to a soft caress that left her gasping for more. Then that wonderful hand slipped lower, teasing down towards her aching sex, before slipping aside to grope at her soft, plump thighs.

Again her Amazon seemed content to only tease her, and she soon found herself wriggling and gasping with longing for those lingering touches to slip just a little lower between her legs. Soon she was moaning and panting, her nipples so hard they had started to ache.

She squealed in disappointment when Mala’s hand withdrew, and again when her lover rolled her away onto her belly, leaving her wriggling in the furs. She turned her head, her longing gaze finding her Amazon kneeling beside her.

The young princess watched in disappointment as Mala dressed herself back in those scraps of dark fur, covering her gorgeous boobs and sex with the ugly garments. Penelope felt her plump lips curl into a pout. Did that mean they were finished? Even though she was still tied up and still aching between her legs.

She moaned loudly, tugging at her bonds. Mala lowered her head and stared down at the blushing princess with a wicked smile.

Smack! Penelope bucked, squealing in shock, as a large hand slammed into her exposed butt. Smack! Smack! More spanks, each hard enough to squash her cheeks into her thighs. The mounds of pale flesh sprang back as Mala’s hand withdrew, jiggling and burning hot. Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

Penelope moaned, the heat of each savage slap sinking deep into her tender flesh. It hurt a lot, enough to bring tears to her eyes and make her plump lips tremble. At the same time the hot pain seemed to pool in her belly, joining the aching arousal tingling in her sex. Smack! Smack!

Her eyes bulged, the whimper that emerged from her mouth sounding more hungry than pained. She found herself bucking up in her tight bonds, presenting her stinging butt for more of her lover’s painful attentions. Smack! Smack! Mala obliged, landing two more hard slaps on each cheek. Penelope wiggled her stinging butt from side to side, still unsure if she was trying to escape the hard spanks or wanting them even more.

Smack! One last slap, the hardest yet, landed across her quivering butt cheeks. Her hips slammed down into the furs below her and she squealed in pleasure as her throbbing sex rubbed against the blankets. She was ready for more, her quivering flesh presented for her lover’s hand to torment, but Mala had stopped. Without the stinging spanks to distract her, Penelope found herself blushing furiously. What the Hell had just happened to her?

Mala’s hand settled over her butt, callused fingers digging into her plump flesh. The naked princess squeaked, burying her blushing face into the furs below her. Mala’s groping caresses were soothing on her stinging skin, but she couldn’t help feel ashamed at how she was behaving.

That spanking had been entirely unfair. She’d done nothing wrong, but her Amazon had seemed to find it fun to slap her butt. Worse, she’d enjoyed it too. The burning pain in her tortured butt was still so thrilling in a way that should have disturbed her. Instead of screaming or losing her temper, she was rubbing her sex against the furs underneath her like a horny animal.

She squealed in shock when Mala seized her shoulder and rolled her back onto her side. The tall Amazon lent over her with a wolfish smile, dark eyes gleaming.

“Junil Pippa, kar ma oshin ishiri.” Mala purred, lingering over each word with hot satisfaction. Penelope stared up at her lover’s gorgeous face. She couldn’t help but smile as warm happiness filled her fit to bursting, even knowing this woman had just spanked her like a naughty child.

Then Mala rose to her feet, leaving the bound princess lying there. Penelope could do nothing but watch in shock as her lover strode away out the tent. Her heart ached, and fresh tears stung in her eyes. Why was Mala leaving her? They’d just shared the most wonderful experience of her young life, and now her lover was just walking away?

Her heart ached at the unfairness of it. She wanted Mala to lie with her again and hold her close. She wanted another kiss that would turn her mind white. What gave her lover the right to leave her here like nothing had happened between them?

She sobbed wetly, laying her head against the furs. A rather large part of her frustrations centred around the lingering ache between her legs. She wiggled from side to side, trying to get her thighs to rub together and soothe it, but the rope round her ankles made it impossible to find the right position.

The delicious smell of her lover’s orgasm filled her nostrils with every breath, juices slowly drying on the skin of her mouth and chin. Her tongue poked free of her lips, and her mind was filled with visions of Mala’s gorgeous sex.

It was only then, lying there in frustration and misery, that she realised what had just happened. She’d had sex, with another woman! That one thought sent her mind reeling. She wasn’t a virgin anymore, no matter that Mala had spared her hymen. How was she supposed to get married now? Worse still, she’d enjoyed it more than anything ever in her life. She’d submitted utterly to her lover’s attentions, even letting herself get spanked again without a peep of protest.

What kind of girl was she? Women weren’t supposed to love other women. Screwing her eyes shut, she tried desperately to conjure her usual fantasies of handsome knights and princes. Her aching sex protested, and she could only summon more visions of Mala’s gorgeous body. This was wrong, she tried to tell herself. Only her needy body seemed to think it was so, so right.

In the end, after lying there for what felt like a long while in confusion and misery, she decided none of it mattered. She was Mala’s slave, she had to do as her Amazon said or else she’d get punished. The stinging skin of her butt was reminder enough of that. If Mala wanted her to lick down there she had to do it, no matter how wrong it might be.

At least that set her frantic mind to rest, but she still had to deal with the frustrations of her body. When was Mala coming back? Would her Amazon touch her sex again? She hoped so. Wriggling against the ropes, she let out a soft little sigh that trembled with needy lust.

There was a rustling at the door of the tent, and she stiffened in her bonds. Her heart leapt as she saw her lover’s face duck inside. Mala smiled, showing perfect white teeth. She was holding two clay bowls in her massive hands. Penelope’s limp gaze followed her Amazon’s gorgeous body with rapt attention, as the towering woman stepped over and knelt in front of her. The bowl full of water was held out to her, and the naked princess opened her mouth obediently.

It seemed she was still going to be fed and watered like a farm animal, no matter that she’d worked her way out of that lowly position. Not that she minded, she was far too happy with her lover’s return to let little things like this bother her. Besides, she blushed round a mouthful of cold water, there was something rather naughty and thrilling in being treated this way.

The porridge was next, and she was delighted to discover that Mala had mixed honey into the thick oats this time. It tingled on her tongue, more delicious than all the cakes and pastries she’d once loved so much. Even if her Amazon couldn’t say as much, she knew the sweet treat just had to be a reward for her good behaviour today. The thought made her stare in tearful gratitude up at her lover, wishing she had the words to say how she was feeling.

Mala just patted her gently on the head, then scooped up another spoonful towards her waiting lips. She ate greedily, letting the warm mixture soothe her aching belly. Tied she might be, collared, naked and spanked, but Penelope felt like she’d never been happier in her young life.

When the bowl was finished, Mala set it to one side. The towering Amazon knelt there for a moment, staring down at the blushing princess trussed up in rope. Then she smiled, that same wolfish smile that sent naughty shivers down Penelope’s spine.

Mala grabbed the naked princess by one shoulder and flipped her over. Penelope gasped in relief when she felt the ropes round her wrists get untied. Her first shameful urge was to thrust her hands down between her legs and soothe her aching sex, but her lover gave her no such opportunity. Her wrists were pulled round to her front and tied together with the same length of rope. She tested the knot, more out of habit than any genuine desire to escape. It was looser than before, but still gave no hope of pulling free.

“Juni Pippa, lahan iri sunil.” Penelope glanced up at her lover’s throaty growl. She squirmed in delight. Mala was stripping off again, slipping those ugly furs off her gorgeous body. When the towering Amazon had set them both aside, she raised a hand back to her lips and licked it, with a significant glance at the bound princess.

Penelope blushed, realising what that meant. Mala wanted more of her tongue. The thought made her wriggle in shame and anticipation. Her lover reached down and flipped her onto her back, leaving her squirming helplessly on the furs.

Penelope gasped in shock as her Amazon moved over her helpless body and squatted down. Mala’s legs bent and the young princess realised her lover was about to sit on her. She couldn’t even turn her head before her Amazon settled on top of her face. Her mouth was right against Mala’s dripping sex. For a moment, Penelope was too stunned to even move, lying like a lump under her lover. Then Mala grunted sourly and put more weight on to her face, squashing her nose and mouth into warm olive skin. Understanding, Penelope stuck out her tongue and started licking away.

A groan of pleasure was her reward. She couldn’t see anything but felt her lover’s weight shift over her face. Two warm hands settled on her belly, rubbing and squeezing at the soft flesh. Penelope moaned in delight, then kept licking, desperate to earn more of her lover’s sweet attentions.

Soon she was tasting the same sweet flavour of her Amazon’s arousal. This position should have been so uncomfortable, tied up and crushed under her lover’s weight, with Mala’s muscled butt just inches above her face. Instead she found herself frantically focused on pleasing her insatiable Amazon, forcing her tired tongue over the plump folds of her lover’s gorgeous sex.

Mala was grunting and huffing, hips bucking above the naked princess. Penelope felt two massive hands find her boobs and bucked her chest up, presenting her large chest to her lover. Fingers teased and rubbed at her tender flesh, tweaking her aching nipples before spreading wide to squeeze the two soft mounds tightly.

Penelope winced at the sharp shock of pain, but tried to keep her focus on pleasing her lover. She’d learnt her massive boobs weren’t good for much, they just weighed her down and made everything so much more difficult. Women like Mala and Harriet looked so much better with their smaller curves. If her lover enjoyed squeezing her fat sacks like this, at least that was one point in their favour.

The pain was getting difficult to bear. As Mala got closer to climax, she let more of her weight settle on Penelope’s face and her groping hands grew less and less gentle. The young princess knew she had to keep licking, to get her lover to orgasm as quickly as she could so that Mala would be happy and get off her. Tears came to her eyes as her lover pinched and twisted a nipple, hard enough to yank her boob upward.

At last, Penelope heard a loud growl of hot pleasure from her Amazon. As liquid gushed from the throbbing sex pressed against her mouth, the young princess squealed in pain. Mala had both her boobs now in two massive hands and was squeezing so tight she felt like her poor flesh was being crushed.

She gasped in relief when her Amazon slipped off her face, leaving her dripping wet with salty tears and sweet juices. Those two cruel hands released her boobs, and she glanced down. Despite a few lingering aches, the two soft mounds looked okay, with just a few red spots where Mala’s fingernails had dug into her flesh.

The young princess winced at the sight, wondering why her lover had treated her this way. Had she been naughty again somehow? She turned her head, her tearful gaze finding her Amazon’s face. Mala was smiling down at her with the cool satisfaction of a sated predator. Penelope shivered in her bonds, knowing she’d been the meal that had so pleased this massive tiger.

Penelope was flipped again onto her side by a massive hand and squeaked in protest. Instead of more pain, she felt her lover lie down behind her and drag her back into that muscled body. Mala grabbed a blanket and pulled it over them both. Again, the young princess found herself a pale little burden wrapped in one muscled arm, her tiny body dwarfed.

This time she was too scared of being hurt again to enjoy the feeling, and she shivered like a leaf in her Amazon’s tight embrace. She felt Mala’s mouth against her ear, hot breaths tickling against her skin.

“Kana Pippa.” The towering woman breathed. “Tara gar mahanas diris.” Her hand moved as she spoke, brushing up and down Penelope’s belly. The young princess winced as those long caresses moved over her boobs, but her lover was very gentle this time, soothing her aching skin with skilled fingers.

Soon the pain was gone, and with it that brief moment of fear Penelope had struggled with. She let herself relax into her Amazon’s embrace, enjoying the feeling of that warm hand exploring her naked body. Okay, Mala had hurt her a little, but it hadn’t been so bad. She’d enjoyed the spanking before, hadn’t she? That had seemed so different though, so much more intimate and naughty compared to the cold feeling of her Amazon’s hands twisting and squeezing her tender boobs.

Maybe her lover had just gotten confused and thought she liked being hurt. She’d have to explain herself as soon as she was able to. It would be embarrassing to admit that being spanked like a naughty child excited her so much, but she had to tell her Amazon somehow. Even now the thought of a massive hand cracking across her butt sent little tingles down into her belly, waking the insistent, needy ache in her dripping sex.

She bucked her hips eagerly when her lover’s hand strayed down there, expecting she was finally going to be pleased in turn. Instead, Mala just patted her gently on the naked thighs, then wrapped her up tight in that muscled arm. She paused in confusion, listening to her lover’s hot breaths against her ear. They were very deep and regular now, and she realised with a start that her Amazon had fallen asleep.

The young princess scowled, wriggling her bound wrists. She’d given her lover two nice orgasms and only got one in return. That wasn’t fair! Stupid Mala! Well, she supposed hers had been a really amazing one. Neither of the ones she’d managed to give Mala had seemed quite that explosive.

The young princess blushed and shivered at the memory. She couldn’t ever have imagined her body could feel that way, like she was losing sight of who she even was in the waves of pleasure. Just the thought made the aching in her sex grow even more insistent.

Sighing to herself, she squirmed back, letting her naked body press tight against her lover’s. Even the feeling of her plump butt against Mala’s thighs made her want to squirm. She screwed her eyes tightly shut, trying to ignore the delicious sensations tingling up from her lower body.

With the aching between her legs to distract her, and lingering memories of her lover’s skilful touch, it took a rather long time for the blushing princess to calm down enough to sleep. When she did, she slipped away into a long, delicious dream of a wedding night in her palace bedroom, with her gorgeous Amazon as her groom. The delightful things her fierce lover did to her made her smile even in slumber. It was all going to be better now, she knew that much.

Author’s Note: This chapter took me a while to be satisfied with, so apologies for the longish delay in posting it. Thanks for all the reviews Penelope’s adventures have received so far, I really appreciate knowing that people are enjoying reading my work!

I know the sex scenes here ended up rather long, but I really enjoyed writing them and I hope you like reading them too. I wanted there to be a sense that this was something both Mala and Penelope had been wanting for a long time, so when it did happen it ended up quite explosive.

The other development I tried to explore in this chapter was Penelope latching onto Mala as her one source of comfort in a rather naïve way and potentially developing feelings despite her situation. She’s not supposed to be very smart or worldly. Let me know how successful I was in getting that across!

Moving on to the next chapter Penelope does start to learn the Amazon language so things should get a lot clearer. I wanted to leave it a little uncertain what Mala’s real intentions are but more will be revealed in time.

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