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Savage Mistress
by Phoebe magus (pyramidfirequeen@yahoo.com)

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A girl on a journey to meet her father is forced by 
circumstances to make a detour and stops at a strange 
house. In the morning she is attack by a fierce Amazon 
warrior and forced into sexual intercourse. (FF, nc, 
rp, v, forced-lesbianism, mc)

***

The moon slithered high; but portentous clouds heavily 
impregnated with snow were hastening towards it. I 
studied these clouds as the carriage creaked its way 
towards the mountain path. Wrapped in my heavy blanket, 
I sat perfectly still with my eyes depressed, daring 
only now and then to shoot long glances around me.

I would feel grateful once I finished this godforsaken 
journey. The carriage creaked and rattled annoyingly 
and a deep sense of nostalgia settled heavily upon me. 
My mother couldn't come with me because she'd been 
obliged to tend my grandmother with pneumonia.

I was in the hands of stranger whom my mother did not 
fully trust. If he did try anything with me he'd feel 
my dagger pierced through his heart. I rested my head 
on a pillow and counted the days when I would meet my 
father, who was working in a mine somewhere in the 
mountains.

The safest route to the mine, where my father worked, 
was obstructed with a fallen log. It was imperative 
that I meet him because we were on the verge of losing 
our farm. I ordered the driver to take another route. 
He reluctantly acquiesced and decided the quickest 
route was through the forest deep in the mountains.

I did not like it but I had no choice in the matter for 
time was of the essence. For the first time in my life 
I was alone. I not free to be myself, or to voice my 
own feelings in front of this man.

We were entering an unknown province which the driver 
told me would save us many days ride. I did not like 
his suggestion nor did I enjoy the suspicious glint in 
his eyes as he uttered his words. This was the most 
remote area in the land and even trade was unknown to 
the people of this region.

For this reason all communication with the south had 
been cut off for centuries; the bridges that did exist 
over the abyss were nearly rotting away. This land, 
which was extensive and relatively uninhabited, was 
circled with unclimbable mountains, except for a bridge 
in the north, the region was completely isolated.

The mountain peaks, it was said, were the home of 
brutal mountain tribes, undomesticated barbarians, who 
killed every stranger they caught. Consequently, only 
the most audacious came here to mine gold and other 
precious metals. It was a good place to hide if you 
were a fugitive, because these lands were lawless.

There was a silent agreement with the barbarians of 
this land and with outsiders. The miners could exploit 
the ore in the mountain so long as they stayed to 
themselves and remained within their boundaries.

Amongst the natives of this region dwelt a strange 
tribe of Amazon women, who were said to be, and 
probably were, descended from the conquerors that 
appeared in the time of the Trojan War and of Sparta.

Their blood, it was said, remained pure and untainted 
of weaker strands of humans. Their regime was, on the 
whole, of a very despotic nature, and vested on the 
strength of the strongest warrior. It was said they 
only used men to reproduce and kept other women 
captives for their own personal entertainment.

They worshipped the Spirit of Mountain, and that 
believed in magic, ghosts and divinations. In my 
opinion they were nothing more than a bunch of inbred 
incestuous halfwits still living as savages.

However, these were simply legends and stories passed 
on from generation to generation. Nobody had actually 
seen these Amazon warriors. My only real concern was my 
driver and the end of this journey.

Though we rode several days, I do not recall seeing 
another soul during our entire crossing. It was night 
when we reached a house and the driver told me he had 
to replenish his horse or it would die. The same gleam 
in the driver's eye made me shiver more than the cold 
did.

Although I despised him I knew that the horse was a 
valuable commodity in this region; to let the horse die 
would prove fatal on both of us. I frowned angrily and 
stepped out of the carriage.

The diver looked apprehensive and anxious. I couldn't 
blame him, because something in my bones alerted me to 
danger. There was a sinister feeling around us that 
didn't feel right.

The lights from the windows fell upon some of the 
icicled trees that stood beneath us. The driver led me 
towards an open door, where we were greeted by another 
man. The brightness of the lights within flooded out 
over the head of the man who blocked our way. My body 
trembled more from fear than from the snow I trod upon.

Entering the house, I stood close against the wall, as 
the men negotiated with each other. They shook on their 
arrangement and it was agreed that we spend the night 
here. My only safety seemed to be in keeping next to 
the wall as the man escorted me to my chambers.

The man who owned the house was pale and appeared to be 
undressing me with his eyes. I was insulted by it and I 
scornfully glared into his eyes, attempting to show him 
no fear.

I locked the door behind me and lay in the corner of 
the bed. The night passed uneventful, until I was 
awoken by some loud shouting noises and heavy 
footsteps. Instinctively, I went on my hands and knees, 
crawling under the bed for safety, and cuddled myself 
in the dark corner.

From my hiding place I held my dagger firmly in my hand 
and peered out. I heard hefty footsteps near by and 
shuddering with fear. I heard loud voices pleading and 
then there were some bloodcurdling screams.

I covered my mouth to stifle a cry. Then the steps were 
quickened and the voices became excited. The sounds 
came nearer and nearer. The bedroom door was bashed 
down and a person with large boots entered the room.

Suddenly the driver's decapitated head fell onto the 
floor and glared directly at me. I held my breath and 
watched this person rip open closet doors and 
overturning large trunks. The curtains were thrown open 
and the room was filled with light. It was dawn already 
and the sun was golden.

What caused this barbarian to crouch and look under the 
bed I do not know; I remember a nasty laughter and 
being dragged out, though I resisted by kicking and 
scratching wildly. In spite of myself, I was pulled up 
and held in the air by the largest woman I had ever 
seen.

Facing my assailant with a dagger, I struck up her 
arms, and with the butt end I hit her hard so that she 
reeled back. The woman on regaining her bearings was 
mostly amazed at how a tiny thing like me could put 
this unfathomable fight.

I attempted to run but she grabbed me by my hair and I 
cried aloud; shaking my head all the time until I felt 
the cold blade of a sword pressed against my neck. I 
felt this savage gnaw off one of my thick braids with 
her blade and laugh.

The woman forcefully threw me to the floor. There was a 
strange look in her eyes that made my heart palpitate.

She did not speak to me, but her glittering flint blue 
eyes were fastened upon me. She took long steps around 
the room. I attempted to get up and run, but she 
ferociously kicked me in the gut.

I gasped for air and I felt her boot on my chest 
restraining me down.

She was tall; her face was fierce and brutal! Her 
muscular face was a mask of power and authority. One 
revealing characteristic of her face was a scar. She 
wore animal skins and a sword hanged by her hip.

She attempted to squeeze my breast but I slapped her 
hard. She grinned amused, still observing me and tried 
again. When I reacted she slapped me for my defiance 
and I saw stars.

My heart thumped faster, I dug my fingernails into my 
palms and my pulse was pounding erratically in my 
throat.

Then she picked me up and threw me onto the bed, 
savagely ripping my gown to pieces. I felt outraged and 
my cheeks crimsoned with fury. The savage watched me 
with fascination as I attempted to cover my nudity.

My eyes widened horrified at the sight between her 
legs! This savage held a massive black phallus between 
her legs made, I think, from polished wood.

There was a brutal look in her eyes as she picked up a 
flask and marched towards me. My mouth dropped open in 
speechless amazement as I only realised that this woman 
were planning to ravish me.

I fumed obscenities at my forced exposure, but suddenly 
she squeezed my cheeks open and force-fed me a strange 
liquid. I spat it out on her face. With a snarl curled 
on the corner of her mouth she whacked me on the head 
with for forehead. I saw stars and I discovered myself 
drinking more of this liquid.

"Drink more!" She forced another load down my throat. 
"Drink!"

I thought I was going to drown from the liquid. 
Suddenly she grabbed each of my ankles and spread my 
legs as wide as possible. I felt myself become more 
submissive and compliant. The drink must have been a 
narcotic.

"That's better!" The leader sucked my lobe. "You'll 
learn to enjoy this!"

There was a look of confused horror in my eyes at the 
prospect of this lewd woman possessing. She reached out 
tentatively and pinched one of my stiffening nipples 
with her forefinger and thumb.

A strange feeling of delight shot out through my body 
and I smiled involuntarily. I actually enjoyed that and 
there was a strange tingly feeling between my legs. My 
nipple plucked out quivering. Her finger flicked across 
my stiff nipple again, moving circular motions over the 
bumpy plumped surface of my pink areola.

"What did you do to me?!" I felt my head was 
inebriated.

"Shut up!" She slapped me on the face. "Keep those legs 
open!"

I felt my womanhood liquefy in a flood of steamy 
juices. Picking up the pace, she unkindly placed her 
palms over my expanded nipples and rubbed them in a 
rotating motion, feeling my huge swollen buds bend and 
spring erect, stiffer than ever.

Tremors shot through my body and my face contorted into 
a strange expression. My full lips parted in a long, 
low groan; my eyes flickered oddly as she amused 
herself by teasing my nipples with confident, 
inquisitive care.

Suddenly she straddled my womanhood with her face. She 
placed her arms under my legs, dashing forward. My 
womanhood was wide open next to her chin. I was 
tremendously She was a little mortified by that, but 
she didn't allow me to protest.

Before I knew it, the savage had taken one of my round 
soft buttocks checks in each of her large hands and 
pulled me forward onto her mouth. Her tongue began 
caressing my slit, focusing special attention to my 
clit.

"Savage!" I shouted at her. "I hate this!"

But I was lying! My womanhood was pulsating almost 
devastatingly. I stared as this wild woman's long pink 
tongue beginning to lap at an incredible speed at my 
cavern. She lifted my legs high and a cry of tormented 
delight befell my mouth as my body squirmed and writhed 
on the bed.

I instantly felt the excitement begin to build. "This 
is not right! I am being ravished! I cannot enjoy 
this!" I thought to myself. All my feelings of 
mortification and fear were being pushed aside by other 
sensations. The woman's tongue felt large on her 
womanhood, and her breath was warm on my smooth mound. 
I was enjoying the sensation, even when she explored 
into my maidenhood, pushing her tongue deeper into me.

The woman's tongue penetrated deeply inside my moist, 
velvety lubricated pink vagina lips. She grabbed my 
rear cheeks, pulling me firmer onto her face; she began 
licking in earnest as soon as her lips touched the 
mound.

I trembled violently as I saw this fantastic sexual 
deviation taking place right in front of me.

The throbbing in my own cavern grew more intense; the 
juices seeped down my thighs and I couldn't help 
myself. My entire body was on fire with stimulated 
sensuality; my skin tingled; my vagina was on heat; my 
breasts rose and fell heavily; and my nipples were 
stiff and aching.

She held onto my buttocks, her hands felt enormous, and 
she used her hold to pull me wedged onto her mouth. My 
slit opened for her, and she pressed up her nose 
against my smooth mound.

"More …" she mumbled between each stroke. "Give me more 
…"

My womanhood started to get wetter and I began to feel 
a strange sensation emanate from me. The savage woman 
was licking voraciously at my pink-mouthed slit. I 
couldn't help myself and my body began to react; I 
jerked upwards; my hips were grinding and undulating as 
her tongue rubbed against and across my clitoris.

She pulled my body harder onto her face, pushing 
forcefully with her tongue into me. I could feel that 
long pick tongue sliding back and forth over my 
ravished maidenhood, causing me to jolt and thump with 
every sensation cantered in my moist eager slit.

I heard her moan and whimper as she pressed her nose 
tighter against my juice covered maidenhood, her tongue 
licking, lapping faster and faster as the fluids 
streamed out of it.

I bucked with a feral animalistic passion I had never 
known before. My face contorted on the bed as this 
savage's incredible lapping brought me to a thunderous 
climax.

My hips were soaring up and down on her face now. I 
gave into the debauchery of her lovemaking which filled 
my body. The muscle walls of my vagina trembled and 
rippled, clenching and relaxing with nerve prickling 
spasms. 

She did not stop her lapping in me and my womanhood 
kept on pulsing on the savage woman's mouth. That drink 
she'd given me was still flowing in my veins and 
keeping me aroused. She gave me more of the drink and I 
felt as if I were going to explode with desire.

"You satisfy me!" She hissed in my ear. "You're so soft 
and tender!"

The savage woman leaned up and kissed me fervently. She 
held herself over me with an arm, and used the other to 
lift my legs over her shoulders. My thighs were opened 
far apart. Then she reached down to guide her massive 
phallus into my sex hole. The tip of her phallus found 
my opening, and she used her hand to manoeuvre it 
around my lips, lubricating it with my juices.

Slowly she pushed her artificial member into me; I felt 
my maidenhood-lips shift aside to make way for the 
invading limb. Leaning more weight on her large 
phallus, she slid another fraction of an inch into me 
and I began to sob. I was weeping softly, having 
overcome the initial pain of my first penetration.

"Stop crying like a little girl!" She exclaimed 
annoyed. "The pain will be quick and then you'll feel 
pleasure."

"No!" I begged her. "Please, I don't want to do this …"

"This must happen!" She was overwhelmed with lust to 
have pity on me. "This is my initiation!"

She positioned her stiff member a little deeper into my 
slit and shoved little harder. My opening pushed inward 
with the head of her phallus giving way as she forced 
it hard into me. I cried out, but she paid me no 
attention.

"Please don't!" I beat on her shoulders. "It's too big 
for me!"

She used all of her considerable weight to push her 
erection into me. On her first thrust she was able to 
press half of her phallus into my snugly stretched 
maidenhood. The edges of my vagina-lips were getting 
red from being stretched by her pole.

"You're going to rip me apart!" I yelled at the top of 
my lungs. "It's too … too … big! Stop! Ahhhhhhhh!"

She craned her head down, looking at where her phallus 
to entering my petite body. I glanced down too, and saw 
that her penis was larger than I would have liked it to 
be for my virginity.

"She's going to kill me with it," was all I could think 
and I became rigid.

She felt me tensing, but nothing was going to stop her 
phallus from sliding all the way inside of me. My 
opening was tight around the head of her penis and my 
womanhood felt hot. It seemed that my anxiety 
encouraged her further. She pushed further up into my 
hole and I got even tighter.

"You're a screamer!" She held my head with a thrilled 
expression. "I hope you do that all the time! I'm going 
in now! Damn you're tight, but I'll fix that! You'll 
see!"

Her phallus pushed in deeper in an unstoppable 
landslide to destroy my virginity. She rammed her hips 
forward and my hymen was torn open, allowing her 
erection to heave up all the way into my slit.

I screamed!

"Yessssss!" She roared victoriously. "Scream louder 
bitch! SCREAM YOUR HEAD OFF! I WANT TO HEAR YOU 
SCREAM!!!"

My back arched, and my hands went to her waist trying 
to push her off of me, but she had me pinned securely 
onto the bed. My beating was futile because it could 
not prevent her from cramming my womanhood with her 
phallus. Her full weight hit me as her hips slammed me 
into the bed. It was then that I knew she had pushed 
all the way into my body.

She rested her weight, sensing the skirmish movements 
of my womanhood around on her phallus. She didn't move 
for a full minute. She gave her hips some new-fangled 
thrusts, taking notice to the way I cried out with each 
one.

"THAT'S IT BABY!" She grunted.

My initial tenderness abated, and then she started to 
pull out of me. The rubbing of her phallus did not hurt 
as much. Then she thrust it back in again, and the jolt 
of feeling her artificial member inside me caused me to 
involuntarily cry out. She would not stop her thrust no 
matter how often I cried out. The phallus inside me 
felt large, and probably wasn't as large as that, but 
it was my first time.

I felt how it pushed up into my womanhood and inflated 
me as it hit my cervix. After a few thrusts, the savage 
woman stopped impelling into me. She trembled with 
excitement as she looked down to see her phallus 
completely stuffed into me.

"It's completely in!" She grinned with satisfaction. "I 
did it!"

I sucked in my teeth when I felt her penis slide back 
into my hot, wet, slippery hole. The feeling of her 
rigid member moving in and out of me, grinding her 
pelvis against my tender clitoris, had me jerk up 
wildly. I tilted my head upwards, in an attempt to see 
her face, but she was oblivious to my feelings.

"This is better than what the others told me it would 
be!" She laughed with delight. "I know you like this! 
Scream some more!"

She went right to work on me. She recoiled back in me, 
thrusting her extremity, and increased her speed as she 
lifted my legs higher for a deeper penetration. I 
clamped down on her rod with my muscles and she rode me 
faster and faster. Her phallus swinging in circles, she 
grabbed my hips, and pounce me into the mattress!

She rose up on her elbows and channelled my hips with 
her member, ploughing my womanhood like a procreating 
bull on heat! She humped her pelvis into meet my 
thrusts. I adored this rough sex! I moaned and 
whimpered with delight!

She thumped harder and faster into me, making me pant 
and gasp as she pummelled me. I was no longer in the 
realm of pain, but I entered another reality 
altogether.

My only thought was to climax and give in to this 
savage joy and delight. I wanted the moment of utter, 
blinding bliss. Her erection sliding in and out made my 
small unused cavity puckered open and closed with every 
thrust.

I watched through lust hazy eyes as the savage woman 
continued to pound me at the same rapid pace. I 
wriggled madly with my creamy womanhood, shoving back 
with hard motivating movements to meet those 
incessantly rapid motions.

Her hips bobbed that stiff member in and out of my 
cavern. Every time her hips came down, the head of that 
artificial phallus went splashing up into my womb. My 
sticky juices flowed from my contracting womanhood, 
greasing her phallus with my warm wet cream.

She was like an animal, a lusty satyric animal, without 
a single thought other than mating with me! My petite 
body was jerking to each slam of her hips. She didn't 
hold back, but pounded me with her full weight, 
feverishly loving the way it drove my body into the 
mattress. My legs outstretched wide and undulated on 
either side of her thrusting thighs.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh! This is fantastic! I could do this 
forever!" She muttered.

Soft moans of concentrated ecstasy slipped from my 
mouth as I got closer and closer to climaxing. Her 
phallus jammed in even deeper, opening the elastic soft 
walls my cavern, spreading my leg to take that huge 
member in as deep as I could.

A sharp feral scream hung in the air as I bucked and 
jerked, my back arching, my body stiffening with hard 
unsteady spasms as my orgasm began to build up inside 
my. I lost complete control over my emotions as this 
savage woman impaled her member madly inside of me, 
burying it right to the hilt.

She filled my womanhood with extreme sensations until 
then unknown to me. Never in my life had I ever been 
this sexually excited. The perspiration dripped off my 
body as my climax drew closer.

I cried out and dug my nails into her back and that set 
her off! She climaxed and ground her phallus into the 
bed and her womanhood spurted from within her! My brain 
echoed with bells knocking in my mind. Powerful 
seizures of orgasmic craze shook my abused body.

She howled with an orgasm of her own! She slammed in me 
as hard as she could, attempt to push all of her 
phallus deeper into me. Her bristly pubic hair ground 
down on my lips, rubbing them red. She kept pounding 
me, harder and harder as is she never wanted this to 
end!

I went delirious with my own pleasure, feeling myself 
fall over the edge of ecstasy. She collapsed on my and 
wedged her body into mine. I was pinned under her 
weight, but I didn't care. My own orgasm was 
intensified by feeling of her last grinding movements 
on my clitoris. 

She was on me heaving heavily, rubbing her sweaty head 
upon my breasts. She opened her mouth and nibbled on my 
nipple, sucking at it. Never had I been so completely 
dominated and controlled! She moaned out in joy, still 
grinding into me and holding tightly on my shoulders.

Slowly, the savage woman's senses returned to her. Her 
phallus still wedged inside of me. She held on to my 
shoulders and rolled herself over onto her side keeping 
me tight up against her body and leaving her phallus 
wedged deeply in my womanhood.

"You're a good pleasure woman!" She finally pulled out 
of me. "Here! I know civilised girls like you like 
these things!"

She put a golden necklace around my neck. I was too 
exhausted to admire its beauty and I closed my eyes. 
She kept on talking about how she would take me to her 
home and make me her lover. She forced fed me more of 
that drink, which, she explained, was to keep me 
receptive for sex and keep thoughts of escaping away 
from my mind.

She promised me to give me more golden trinkets as soon 
as we arrived to her tribe. She wrapped my limp, passed 
out, body in a blanket and put me on the back of her 
stallion.

The last image I saw was the house on flames and my 
riding away. She set fire to the house so that all 
would think everybody had perished in the flames. 
Nobody would be looking for me now. I was a prisoner to 
this savage woman who was going to use me for her own 
satisfaction.

"I hope you scream again!" She clicked her heels. "That 
made me hot!"

I fainted and only dreamed that one day I might escape.

The End

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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