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I Married an Amazon

by Enkidu



Chapter 2 (MF)



Uncertain on whether to ring or pound thanks to the punch it had
received, my skull continued to do both. My arms and legs still
ached from being tied for hours on end, I couldn't recognize
anything around me and I was pretty sure I might be late for work
today - and every day afterwards. To confuse things further, my
mugger... kidnapper, no, rapist... wife? Her lovely smiling young
visage beamed innocently down at me as though she hadn't just
knocked me unconscious, lugged me to parts unknown and ridden my
parts unknown like her own personal sex toy. She rolled off me in
silence and leaned her head on one elbow, caressing my chest with
her free hand, squinting the loveliest pair of green eyes a bit
against the dawn as she evaluated every curvature up to my chin,
cheekbones and hair.
A minute or two passed as one plan after another flew through my
head. Should I just grab my pants and make a run for it? And then
what, catch the 9 a.m. bus at the corner of no-roads and
whereverthehell I was? Threaten to call the cops on her? Maybe my
cellphone was still in my pants' pocket but this area didn't
exactly look like it got four-bar signal strength. Beg for mercy
and freedom? Her beatific expression betrayed no trace of guilt.
Overpow- hell, I couldn't even finish that thought without
remembering being hoisted over her shoulder. Do I tell her it's
been real but I'm not a one-woman man? Was she even serious about
the "husband" line? That last bit seemed the most relevant, what
with her vaginal fluids drying on my softened prick, but before I
could formulate a cogent inquiry, one of the voices from earlier
startled me from close over my shoulder.
"Larks say the sun's up and flying. Are you ready to move on,
Sitalit?"
I scrambled into a sitting position, planting my hands before me
to cover up my genitals. Three strange, tall, muscular women
stood between us and the forest's edge. Two of them shared my
captor Sitalit's light skin, curly reddish hair and green eyes.
The third appeared African, soft brown skin with a prominent
forehead sloping to a wild mass of crinkly hair. All three wore
loincloths hanging down to mid-thigh but were bare from the waist
up. All three looked fixedly at their fellow, ignoring me.
Sitalit stood and pulled me upright beside her by one arm, facing
me toward the other women and ignoring my attempt to cover
myself. I caught my breath feeling one of her hands reach down to
grab my testicles, my soft dick spilling over her fingers on
display. Goddamnit, I thought, should've run before she literally
had me by the balls.
"I've captured a mate and he must come with me."
"We do not know your mate" the tallest woman answered.
"He's not a Deer" the shortest one added.
"But he can walk with us under your care" the black woman
concluded. All three still stared pointedly away from me.
"He's named..." Sitalit trailed off, apparently only now
realizing she hadn't bothered to ask my name before draining my
balls. The tallest woman gave an exasperated sigh and massaged
her forehead. The shortest, slimmest one's eyes lit up as she
failed to suppress a long snigger.
"What's your name?" my `wife' whispered urgently, her left hand
still clutching my ball sack.
"Adam." I stared at the ground, defeated by the whole ludicrous
situation.
"He's named Adam" she declared raising her head defiantly, yet
failing to maintain any dignity. All three of the other women
were now smirking and the short one finally broke down into
guffaws of laughter, leading the other two into it.
"Oh, Sitai, oh, oh, sister, wait until they hear of this! Wait
until we get back, ahahahaha!"
A sideways glance revealed Sitalit was blushing up to her ears.
Her hand dropped away from my genitals and she fidgeted
nervously, knowing that obviously the others would not let her
live the event down anytime soon. Yeah, well, serves her right.
Hearing the laughter die down and feeling a shadow pass over me I
looked up... straight into a pair of perfectly rounded breasts
the size of my head. A deep feminine voice announced herself from
above them.
"I'm Lakshanit, your woman's mother." I jerked my gaze upwards to
a sterner, more mature version of Sitalit's graceful, elongated
features. If Sitalit was a head taller than me at (I guessed)
somewhat over two meters, her mother towered over even her. She
shook her head, sending her mane of reddish curls swaying behind
her shoulderblades and raised a long, muscular palm to caress my
cheek.
"My but my daughter's caught herself a pretty one." I started to
protest said claim but she pressed a powerful, decisive finger
against my lips. "No time for your questions now. I know you must
want to ask many things but we have to start on our way back. The
trip will take days with you in tow. Men are always afraid when
first taken by one of our sisters, but all learn to love our
ways." Her eyes glinted. "For now, listen to your woman."
With that, she leaned in to give me a light peck on the lips,
turned and walked off, leaving me staring slack-jawed at the sway
of her breasts as she moved and the sides of her curvy, muscular
buttocks sticking out beside the rear half of her loincloth. A
hand turned my head for another quick peck from the black girl.
"I'm Carina" and with that she simply followed the other.
Finally, the only one slightly shorter than me and apparently the
youngest bounced up before me.
"I'm her sister, Atmafit" and giving me no chance to reply she
grabbed my head with both hands and pulled me in to crush her
lips against mine in a much less chaste, sloppy kiss. "Mmmwah!
Woop-woop-woop!" She dashed away as Sitalit took a few menacing
strides after her.
"Atmai, you little rat, if I catch you!"
"You'll forget my name before you do!" The young girl shrieked
with laughter disappearing into the brush at the forest's edge.
Fuming, Sitalit kicked some dirt over the ashes of their fire and
gathered up my things while I looked around for anything like an
escape and finally concluded my best bet was to stick with them
until some opportunity arose. I knew little about navigating any
space wilder than a public park with a concessions stand and had
no idea how far we were from any towns. I cleared my throat.
"What did you mean by another world?"
"What?" Sitalit answered absentmindedly, picking up my cotton
briefs and turning them curiously in her hands.
"Before. You said this was another world, or where you, ah, found
me, was another world. Did you mean that metaphorically, like,
the decadent world of civilization or something?"
"What?" She cocked her head quizzically, then shrugged, sending
her perky, rounded tits bobbing slightly. "It's just another
world where things are different and there are both men and
women. It's like the talking. Over there you talk one way, with
those words you're trying to say now that don't make sense, and
once you're here you can talk right, like we're talking now,
because things work otherwise. Mother and the other mothers can
explain it better than I can. I'm just glad I was picked to
cross. I know a lot of them didn't think I could do it, but here
you are and you're perfect!"
She sauntered over and hugged me to her, pressing her stiff
nipples against my chest. The prevalence of so much naked flesh
and the memories of her riding me earlier were having a
predictable effect. Looking down, she caressed my half-hard cock
and licked her lips, then kissed me.
"Too bad we don't have time for more fucking. Here, I want to see
you wear your pouch again."
She handed me my briefs and bent down to scrutinize my crotch as
I pulled them on, smiling widely at the resulting bulge.
"It's like I can see your man-parts but not see it at the same
time. It's so appealing." She gave it a pat and sighed then
pulled me to her for another kiss. This time I reciprocated,
getting quite turned on despite myself.
"Mother will be angry if we're too slow though."
The prospect of seeing the giantess angry proved as unappealing
as any cold shower. We gathered up my clothes and a couple of
objects which Sitalit tied to the belt of her loincloth and
headed out of the trees into full sunlight. Desperately, I took
stock of my surroundings. My hopes sank. Temperate scrubland as
far as the eye could see, and from the gently sloping hillock on
which the forest was located one could see all the way to the
horizon in three out of four cardinal directions. No buildings in
sight, no roads, power lines, noise of cars or any other sign of
civilization. Nothing resembling contrails in the sky, but quite
a few birds. A couple of deer loped off into the trees. How long
had I been unconscious? My stubble was about the same length it
had been before getting knocked out. I didn't feel as if time had
passed. Yet still... there was no way, no way we could have
traveled so far from the city, nowhere within a couple hours'
drive that could house such a gigantic expanse of untouched
nature. Maybe this was some rich cult with access to its own
private jet? I thought about pinching myself but Sitalit had
already pinched my nipples pretty hard while fucking me. Then
there were the women themselves, the natural way they wore their
almost complete nudity, their direct, confident manner of
speaking... they were either completely insane, all four of them,
or honest. Or both, or maybe neither. Another world, huh?
Stepping on a twig brought me cursing out of my reverie.
"Argh. Fucking damnit cocksucker sonovabitch. Ummm, Sitalit.
Hey!"
"Yes?"
"I won't be able to travel far with just one shoe."
"What happened to your other one?"
"You dragged it off my foot when you were dragging me along the
ground!" I screamed, exasperated more and more at her innocence
than just her attack on me. This whole day would be a lot less
confusing if she didn't treat kidnapping me as a part of daily
life.
"Oh. I'm sorry. Here. Let me see your foot. Aren't these shoes?"
She tugged at my sock, now covered in dust and leaf litter.
"No, they're for wearing inside shoes."
"Inside shoes go your feet, silly. This cloth is so soft,
though... and so are your feet." She had me take off my sock then
looped it around her belt for safekeeping, placing her palm along
the sole of my foot to take its measure. She unslung the knife
which had so terrified me earlier and now shone coppery in the
sunlight, and cut off a foot-sized piece of her loincloth. My
anger subsided as I watched her work, mesmerized by the precision
of her movements. Eyes intent on her knifework, slouched over
with her nipples pointing at the ground and her soft, wavy hair
draping over her shoulders, this was the first time I'd had the
freedom to observe her while she wasn't intent on me and god
damn, the girl was beautiful. Her sunburned shoulders and arms
rippled with hints of sleek, powerful musculature. Where she
rested her elbow on her hip, the bone found just barely enough
padding to sink into and the leather rectangle of her only
garment draped between two of the most inviting pillars of muscle
I'd ever laid eyes on, toned and firmed by endless trekking up
and down this barren landscape no doubt.
If she noticed me staring she gave no sign. Poking little holes
into the leather, she ran the laces which only hours ago had
bound my limbs through them as sandal straps. The result was a
leather sole which wrapped halfway around my foot, poorly fitted
but good enough to save my skin for the time being. The entire
operation only took her a couple of minutes. She looked up and
handed me the result, grinning a bit proudly at my bemused
expression.
"I may forget things and mess up now and then but I'm quick.
Sorry, Adam. I'm sorry this is all going so badly. I'm sorry I
hit you and lost your shoe and you know... the name thing..." She
rose and we set off after the other three.
"But you're not sorry about, hmmm, capturing me?"
"Of course not." She shook her head emphatically. "How else would
you get here?"
Well, that sure shut me up. We walked for a long time in silence.
Birds fluttered off at our passing, locusts and butterflies
filled the heating air and once, a hare the size of a Labrador
poked its head up out of the grass, twitched its nose in
annoyance then scampered off. Aside from the fauna I could still
see no signs of life - excepting the three ambling figures we
followed in the distance. Sitalit set a brisk pace, gliding
effortlessly over the shapeless terrain and through the brush and
before long I, unaccustomed to walking any further than across a
parking lot and hampered by wearing a different shoe on each
foot, began to tire.
Lagging behind a few paces, I found new strength in following the
sway and roll of Sitalit's feminine hips, the dance and slap of
the brown leather sheet across her buttocks, the smooth, precise
bending and elongation of her sleek, muscular legs. I hadn't even
noticed before that the back of her left leg was covered by a
large tattoo of a doe staring back at me, waving playfully with
each flex of her thigh. Before I escaped, I promised myself to
hit that just one more time. She glanced sideways back at me, the
rounded cones of her breasts glistening with a bit of sweat in
the growing heat. A much smaller tattoo, a strange complex
abstract mark, stood out above her right elbow.
"Are you tired already?"
"Yes." I admitted, panting.
"We'll stop for water in the next forest. Can you last until
then?"
"Where is it?"
She turned and pointed to a wide band of trees two hills away.
Dismayed but also having regained some trace of my masculine
pride, I nodded and kept trudging through the grass. Sitalit
strolled casually ahead of me, picking our path. A thought
occurred.
"How old are you?"
This gave her pause. I saw her count off on her fingers
thoughtfully before answering.
"Ten and five more and two more again. I passed my seventeenth
winter."
I stopped dead in my tracks. I'd been beaten over the head,
mounted and mastered by jailbait. Jailbait that stretched over
two meters in height and was in better shape than most panthers,
but still... a seventeen year old who could barely handle basic
arithmetic. The utter eeriness of that realization would've had
me cracking up if I weren't rapidly becoming exhausted. She
apparently misinterpreted my surprise.
"Don't worry. I've learned a bit about pleasing a man and I'm
sure I'll learn the rest. I'm quick, remember?" She twirled,
licking her lips and tweaking one of her little dark nipples at
me, while somehow never breaking her stride. Yeah. Definitely had
to hit that again before giving them all the slip. She didn't
bother asking how old I was. Our concerns, as I'd noted with the
whole "kidnapping" angle, did not quite coincide. After another
few hundred paces she twisted around again to ask:
"Were you already claimed, over there on that other world? I
would have fought her for you if I'd had the time, you know. The
women there looked so small and frail, I would've proven my worth
easily." She clapped loudly and slapped her palms down on her
thighs combatively, giving a scary little yelp. "You don't carry
any woman's mark but not all clans mark their men the same way.
Or did your women not even mark their husbands?"
"Err, no, I wasn't marked. I mean I wasn't claimed." By which I
meant on most Friday nights I didn't even bother thinking about
dates anymore, but decided Sitalit didn't need to know that. "And
no, if you mean with ink, we don't mark each other. Husbands and
wives each carry a plain metal ring on their finger." I pointed
to my empty ring finger to illustrate and she nodded gravely at
this. I finally realized that I'd somehow already accepted her
`other world' non-explanation. It was the only thing that made
sense, or made nonsense which was somehow still better than no
sense at all.
The shortest girl, Atmafit, was waiting for us at the tree line,
twirling her curly hair in her hands and smiling at our approach.
Must've been even younger than Sitalit. Though still pushing
grenadier height, her long, skinny limbs and lack of rounding to
her form, plus her barely budding A-cup breasts and daintier
facial features put her somewhere in her early teens. The same
small tattoo adorned her right arm as Sitalit's. She handed us
each a water-skin. I gulped greedily, having lost much of my
water to soak my t-shirt in sweat. The girl cocked her head
curiously at me.
"Why are you so covered up in summer?"
"I asked him that. They all were, over there. The women too."
Sitalit answered for me.
"Weird. Mother says she's tired of carrying your things so hurry
up. You know?"
"I know." They nodded sagely at each other and I felt as though I
were missing some subtext.
"What's that?" Atmafit pointed to my dirty sock on her sister's
belt.
"It's a shoe they wear inside their shoes."
"Weird" the youngster repeated, shaking her head.
"He has a pouch too, for his man-bits, inside the larger cloth."
"Show me!" The young girl exclaimed, apparently fully expecting
me to drop my pants for her. Sitalit clucked her tongue.
"Not now, fawn. First you tell us we need to hurry, now this?"
"I'm not a fawn and it won't take no time" Atmafit pouted.
"You are still a fawn until you learn not to bother the men with
asking so many favors. Now get away, tell mother we'll catch you
soon." She attempted to swat her behind but the skinny girl
twisted sinuously out of the way, snatched at her belt and ran
off, waving my sock in the air.
"First you lose his name, now his shoe! I'm telling mother,
haha!"
Sitalit looked ready to chase after her then simply huffed and
rolled her eyes like any other teenage girl exasperated by her
bratty kid sister's antics.
"She's four winters younger than me, you know? Always pushing
me."
Thirteen years old and almost as tall as my five-foot-ten.
Whatever they were putting in the water here, it was damn good
stuff. I'd been hoping for a rest but we set off as soon as I'd
caught my breath, out through the trees and back into the
sunlight, passing through hillier terrain sparsely dotted with
the odd lone tree. I began to fall behind Sitalit. Ten paces,
twenty... soon she was disappearing over each new ridge and
outcropping, striding briskly ahead on those shapely stilts she
called legs. At first I almost panicked and called for her to
slow down. Then it hit me that this would likely be my best
chance to evade them. If we reached whatever they wanted us to
reach there would likely be more of them to watch me. Now or
never, old boy.
I waited maybe another half an hour until her head dipped below a
sizeable hilltop and broke downhill at a right angle to our path.
Crossing the little valley, I ducked behind a stand of trees, cut
across a little dried streambed and began to climb again in a
breathless sprint, hoping to reach the top of the next ridge and
get my bearings before she realized I was no longer following
her. Maybe I could spot a road or a town or some kind of signs of
technology or... or Sitalit sitting calmly on a rock at the top
of the ridge with her chin in one hand, sweating profusely and
taking deep breaths but fixing me with her triumphantly sparkling
eyes. I collapsed at her feet.
"You!" I panted. "You... set... me... up!"
"You're smart." She reached down to brush my hair off my
forehead. "Don't worry, I'm not angry with you for trying. The
mothers say all men try to run at first, at least once. It's good
to let you work it out on your own that women, real women, are
faster and stronger than you. Took you long enough to decide on
going through with it, though."
I broke into laughter - not a chuckle or a well-meaning haw-haw,
but maniacal, cathartic streams of laughter while rolling on the
grass until tears streamed from my eyes and my chest hurt. When I
calmed down, Sitalit was kneeling by my side, gripping my hand
with a worried expression.
"Sh sh sh. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry if this has gone all wrong, if
I scared you -"
"Wrong!?" I exclaimed "Yes, it's all wrong! Grabbing people away
from their homes is wrong, whether you punch them or not! Forcing
yourself on them is wrong! Jumping through a solid wall into
another dimension is wrong! This whole damn world with no
power-lines or cars or underwear is wrong, wrong, wrong, so
wrong!" I began to laugh again, more tensely than desperately,
with less of a nervous breakdown overtone. At last I held out my
hand and she pulled me up. Whatever the girl was doing, clearly
she wasn't doing it out of malice. She was acting on whatever
insane rules her own tribal unit laid out, like mine tied nooses
around our necks and isolated ourselves in cubicles all day long
drinking coffee. We sat in silence for a while with our backs to
the rock.
The sun had gone behind clouds and a soft breeze rolled through
the long dry grasses and rustled through the trees all over the
landscape as I finally allowed myself to take in the beauty of my
new surroundings. Sitalit lay her head on my shoulder and I
wrapped an arm around her waist. She felt warm and malleable and
strong and solid at the same time.
"Is there any way back? Will you tell me that?"
"There isn't. None that I know of" she answered softly. "I don't
know much about it, but the crossings to the other worlds open to
a different one each time, and only for one night, for one woman
only to bring back one man only. It was already closed by the
time you woke up. It's how it's always been, they say. You go
through and everything is strange and the speech is all different
and there's no time to talk anyway, only time to prove yourself,
to hunt down a mate of your liking and cross back. I wouldn't
give you up even if any of your women came to take you back,
anyway."
I let that sink in. Not just the bit about her not even imagining
that I wouldn't be possessed by some woman or another, but the
rest of it. It was done. The cubicle farm, my apartment, the cute
girl at the bookstore I kept trying to intend to try to maybe ask
out, all gone. I rarely spoke to my family anymore, so at least
they weren't depending on me. I wondered how the police case
would read. They'd find one shoe, plus a perplexing primitive net
and whatever else Sitalit had dropped while she was there. The
dogs would chase our scent to the concrete wall of a bridge
support and that would be that. I fished around in my pocket,
finding my keys had dropped out at some point, in some dimension
or another, and turned on my cellphone. The battery was still
good for a few hours. No signal. No kidding. I watched the
familiar electronic display, maybe the only one of its kind on
the planet now, and turned it off. The chime was almost drowned
out by the buzzing of insects, birdsong and a rising wind.
"What is that?" Sitalit asked curiously, poking a finger at the
smooth hard plastic case.
"Probably the most useless thing in the world. It doesn't
matter." I put it back in my pocket. Simultaneously, we leaned
into each other and kissed. I was suddenly reminded of my
resolution to `hit that' again before escaping. Well, the escape
was a bust but maybe the first part of that plan could still be
salvaged.
"Mmm" Sitalit moaned into my mouth, feeling a hand cupping her
breast "I was hoping you wouldn't fight me this time."
"What about slowing down the others?"
"I'll just say it took me longer to chase you down. We still have
to be quick, though."
She rose, looming above me for a second with her curly red hair
blowing in the breeze, stiffened dark rubbery nipples cutting the
air between us, her shining green eyes intent on mine, an alien,
statuesque embodiment of feminine health and vigor. As soon as I
had my shirt off she snatched it from me impatiently and tossed
it aside. One hand pushed me flat on my back once more while the
other undid the string of her loincloth, letting it fall away. An
untamed, wiry triangle of rust-colored pubes rose from between
her tapering thighs to her taut, flat belly. Grinning at my fixed
gaze, the teenager stepped over my supine form and spread her
legs proudly to display a pair of moist, dark, engorged outer
labia encircling a heavenly pink center. She dropped down,
planting her knees on my sides with a soft thud.
Not waiting for her to figure out the fly on my khakis, I lifted
my hips slightly and slipped them down past my knees along with
my underwear. As soon as my erection sprang into view her hips
dove down on mine, engulfing me almost painfully fast, my skin
protesting a bit at the tight rasping of her half-moistened cunt.
She paused, catching her breath as she rested her glutes on my
balls. Slight contractions twisted deliciously along my length.
Her firm, youthful breasts flushed with excitement in my grip,
pressing the swelling nipples like acorns into my palms. I hissed
in amazement. This girl. Even her tits were toned and vital and
dynamic.
With an encouraging moan, Sitalit began rocking her hips and
leaned in to run her tongue along the lines of my neck muscles
leaving wet fiery lines, each cooling just in time to contrast
with the next, alternating sides, descending into wet full-lipped
kisses along my collarbones and back up my shoulders.
"Ah!" I inhaled sharply.
Sitalit merely gave an amused throaty chuckle but did not release
her teeth's grasp on my right shoulder. Surprising even myself, I
reacted by driving my hips up against her thrusts, swelling
inside her from the rush of the sensation. After a few moments
she straightened back up and set to slapping her pelvis quickly
against mine. A trickle of warm fluid now bathed my balls and my
pubes were matted with her juices. This time I exploded first
with my hands gripping the twin flexing steel of her buttocks,
ramming up into her desperately. For a fleeting moment the
thought that no-one in this world had probably heard of birth
control floated near to awareness but it was submerged again in
the thrill of feeling my semen flood up into this ferocious young
creature riding my cock as though it was her whole world.
For her part, Sitalit soon orgasmed with the same abandon with
which she'd attacked my privates, laughing as a stream of
nonsense escaped her lips and her thighs crushed hotly against my
pubic bones. Her elongated form tightened up in a crouch around
me with her ropy, muscular arms wrapped around my head, pressing
my face securely into her cleavage while she settled off her
climax.
"Mmmm. Your breath. Your breath on my chest feels so good. We
need to hurry, though. Come on."
She hopped up, flushed and sweaty, tossed her wild hair back and
re-wrapped the two sheets of her loincloth back around her hips,
paying no mind to the fluids adorning her inner thighs. I wiped
myself off a little bit with spit and a couple of leaves before
pulling my underwear and pants back up from around my ankles. I
reached for my t-shirt but Sitalit casually strode past me and
grabbed it before I could reach it. She sniffed it with a smile
and ran her fingers along the fabric.
"You don't need this. Hot day. I want to see your chest and back
and stomach while we walk. It's that way" she pointed into the
distance without leaving room for argument. We set off with her
twirling my shirt around her finger like a trophy, sometimes
walking beside me, sometimes following me, but never more than a
couple of steps away.