The Maiden the Vixen and the Amazon
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Part 1 By: Dinomagick ([email protected]) Codes: [MF, M/F, wife, jungle, tribe, captive, cuckold, bd, nc, reluc, mc, intr, rom, preg+++] Description: “After winning the lottery on their wedding day, a newly-wed husband and wife decide to go to the Amazon to learn what it is like to live as the native tribes do. What they thought would be an epic adventure of discovery, turns into something much different than either of them could have possibly...
XXXecil by request: Enter the Amazon by: XXXecil Part 1: Rewritten Loyalties "Is she still at it?" Private Matthew Bellows asked the security officer, a Corporal, in the chair beside him, as both of the blond, crew-cut soldiers glared with unabashed delight at the image displayed in one of dozens of screens linking every security camera in the east wing of the lonely, black-budget bunker. One of the screens, on the...
It happened on the night of my tenth birthday. Not that anyone had acknowledged the occasion. My uncle, who had "taken care of me" since my mother's death the way a slaver "takes care" of his stock, certainly didn't give a damn about my feelings. I'll never know why, but I can see looking back on those days that he resented me in a way that went beyond simple callousness. Perhaps things were bad between him and my mother, and having me around was a constant reminder. It hardly matters now...
TranssexualAmazon A Short Story By Maryanne Peters I was born in Morocco into a Moroccan Jewish family. My family had been living in Morocco for many generations after my ancestors were driven from Spain by the Christians. I have always considered myself to be North African. My family were had been involved in growing flowers and I was brought up in a town called Migouna. I spoke Arabic and Berber as my native tongues, French, and I also spoke English. My mother had been educated at a...
Despite quitting the Justice League and retiring from being a superhero, everyone believed her to be Wonder Woman, yet she had so far avoided meeting Wonder Woman's people, the Amazons, worried they would realise she was an imposter. But no meeting can be put off forever.... (Note: This story is part of a series. If you haven't read the others then, at the very least, you should read WHATEVER HAPPENED TO WONDER WOMAN? before reading this one.) WHATEVER HAPPENED TO WONDER WOMAN:...
One The procession came through the city gates, greeted by throngsof people. First, the Standard bearers, on horseback, flags held high. Then,the officers, riding proud and victorious, swords slapping the leather of theirsaddles, armour wiped clean of dirt and blood. And behind them, four cavalry-menriding abreast: from the saddle of each, a tether. The tethers, in turn, converged upon an iron collar - lockedabout the neck of a woman, and it was she who the city had turned out tosee. She was no...
AMBROSE AND THE AMAZON CHAPTER ONE AMBROSE AND THE AMAZON CHAPTER ONEThe maitre'd's eyes opened as the hostess escorted the woman with her child into Tollozo's. My God, that's the tallest woman I've ever seen, Felix thought to himself. Tall, REAL tall, blonde and quite stacked...but her kid is in a classy suit...no that can't be a kid, he's balding...he's a fuckin' midget! Oh, yeah...that's Ambrose Gunn,I'm wearing his daddy's footwear right now. Rich little bastard! Felix breathed...
When the Amazons passed from history into legend, the world thought it had seen the last of them. It hadn't, as Chris Farren was about to discover... AMAZONS by BobH (c) 2013 -1- What was I doing here, I wondered as I was ushered into the office of the head of Olympus Images? I was a jock who wasn't good enough to make the leap from high school football to the pro leagues, and I had no illusions about my academic grades, which had been...
*Letters * mean they're stressed. LetTers mean their tone of voice is raised. _Letters _ mean they're accented but not stressed. Members.home.net/dow75stories Son of the Amazons 01) Now YOU Tell Me! Night of the Lunatic Moon By Ron Dow75 [email protected] Memorial Stadium cheered! And over the P.A., the student announcer cried, "He did it!! Alex Anderson broke the state pole vault record!! The only half-decathlete in the All-County meet has only...
This story begins at the bar on a Friday night, after a busy day at university after a nice hot spring day I wanted to spend some time with the boys chilling out and letting off some steam. A pretty common night as far as our chill outs went, drink some beer, talk shit, listen to the music. It wouldn't have ended as a usual night if it wasn't for what happened next. As we were sitting next to the entrance of the bar we had seen a couple of ladies stroll in. Amongst them was a woman who I had...
You are a young biologist working deep in the Amazon to collect new species of plants. However, dangerous unknown creatures prowl this jungle. Many of them would love to make you their meal, and others may have different ideas for you... The story begins on the next page. (Disclaimer: This story has elements of second person hypnosis. For those susceptible to text-based hypnosis, the inductions used in this story may induce trance or strong suggestions. Awakening and suggestion/trigger clearing...
Carolyn worked as a government Inspector and traveled quite a bit. She inspected hospitals, doctor’s offices to make sure their Radiology equipment worked properly. Carolyn had been bi-Sexual since college and even lived with an older woman for a year. She introduced her to the art of Sapphic lovemaking and she had pleasured many a women since then. Carolyn always had a thing for the large black athletic women. Carolyn was short, but athletic, she stood maybe 5 ‘4” with a nice body and medium...
Whore To An Amazon I was polishing some goblets when I heard the door to my shop open and Ilooked up. Striding into my store was an extraordinary sight, a lithe, strong,warrior woman, raven haired, dressed in buckskin, carrying a bow, the quiverhanging from her shoulder, and a short but lethal looking blade dangling nextto one of her well-muscled legs. We got occasional warriors stocking up in my shop in our little border townof Broken Wheel, but this was the first of the female variety. I...
Getting taken prisoner sucks. It involves endless manacled marching and cruel whipping whenever you stumble or falter. Being sold into slavery sucks. It involves standing naked under the hot sun, as Amazons mutter and joke to each other about you, while your throat dries out and a thin layer of dust cakes you. The start of being a slave wasn’t so bad. The dust of the markets was washed off. The welts that my whippings had left were poulticed. I was anointed with fragrant oils and...
I walked through the forest hunting deer. It was high-noon when I had picked up the tracks of a small herd. I lived on the forest edge and had been living in these woods for some time. So it was odd finding foot prints. I was armed with my bow, staff and a short sword. Following the tracks the foot prints went off to the east while the herd continued north. Listing to the forest it went completely silent. This was the first sigh that something was wrong. Stopping my keen ears picked up on the...
This is a story about a women I know, Saira. I know Saira, because my wife baby-sits her kids while she is at work. Saira is a very beautiful women. she wears burkha..She is about 5′ 8 tall with mid length curly black hair, steel blue eyes, fantastic smile and personality, and a voluptuous body. If I was to guess what her measurements would be, I would say they are 36C-30-40 I have a few myself. I fell in lust with Saira the first time I saw her, with her good looks and great personality it is...
"Space, the final frontier. These are the voyages of the starship 'Enterprise'. Its five year mission: The explore strange new worlds; to seek out new life, and new civilizations; to boldly go where no man has gone before!" Star Trek Amazon: The Prince of Amazonia Captain's Log, Stardate 4176.4. We are currently engaged in a search for the U.S.S. Redoubt, last seen a month ago on a cartographic mission outside of Federation space. Though we are near areas claimed by...
Chapter 1 It was during the full moon of the summer harvest. The ten chosen women gathered in the field of creation. Male and female warriors over sixteen summers stood guard. Spears and bows in hand. The elders, men, women, and children chanted softly beseeching the gods to grant a successful getting. This was the future of the tribe. The day the future warriors would be conceived. A good warrior must have the wisdom of the mature and the strength and fearlessness of the young. All the women...
“Wake up swine!” You hear a cruel female voice command as cold water drenches your face shocking you into consciousness. You try to wipe away the water, but your hands and ankles are firmly bound. Shaking your head and blinking your eyes you slowly begin to regain focus, coming out of a drugged like state. Your mind races trying to remember and process your surroundings. As a captain of a small company of soldiers you were sent to capture a local tribe that has been raiding your newly founded...
Thursday, August 13th, 2015. Asim’s house. Back in Riyadh, Asim and I fell back into our normal routine, almost like a married couple. He filled his calendar with appointments with other layabouts, discussing business deals that were far too much work to ever carry out or comparing their latest unearned trophies. I prepared to spend my days making numerous trips to supermarkets and dry cleaners, in between serving a largely ignored breakfast and a hastily scarfed, though not unappreciated...
Alistair's Beard, a Her TV story. Characters: Alistair/Cybill a 6' red-headed Scotsman, 175 lb 58 years when we first meet him but 28 in reminiscence Ingird, Alistair's present day wife, 2nd marriage. Iris and Amaryllis, his daughters, 5'10", both tall redheads, 31 and 28 years Prudence 5'10" brunette, slightly overweight 32 years Diana her lover, 5'11" slender brunette, athletic 34 years Henry/Harriet 5'8" mousy hair, 165 lb 33 years Joanna, his wife,...
NOTICE: The author cannot accept contributions to this story from other authors at this time. I thank those who have expressed such an interest, and am flattered by your wish to involve yourself in the story. Thank you for your understanding. The Sapphire Eagles, Queen Lianee's elite forces, believed that they were taking on a regiment all but broken. They believed your forces harried and exhausted, cut off from re-supply and on the brink of desertion. It took time, effort, and some well-paid...
Before I start my story, let me tell you a little bit about myself. I've never been married and I live alone. A few years ago I bought a small cottage on a lake and converted it into a full time residence. I'm self employed as small engine tech, I repair small engines at my house. I built a heated building to do it in. It keeps me busy. During winter I snow plow when I can. I try to live a boring, quiet life. I have one weakness though, bad girls. They are drawn to me like metal to a magnet. My...
HardcoreThe following totally fictitious writings of M Coolham are intended for thesole readership of those of LEGAL AGE. The ADULT ONLY material contained withinis also for personal use only where local standards permit scenes of violence,torture and sex. Please do not read further if any of these subjects offend,or if you are not of legal age. This is a work of fiction. The author does not condone violence of any sort. The following is for your sole enjoyment and your cooperation in not usingthe...
Monday, July 13th. Gatwick Airport. What the hell was wrong with me!? Why had I worked so hard to get here? How did I not realise that pretty much the last thing I ever want is to be away from my family, particularly my little boy? Why the fuck was I going to a country where I’d be practically illiterate, dependant on the good will of the very people I was going to spy on to speak English with me! And how in the world was I going to be a spy when I had a sodding Wikipedia page and an IMDB...
The glow in my genitals which had been slowly growing finally reached its peak and that wonderful pulsing of my penis throbbed out a small amount of man juice. Being in my 70s, I didn’t shoot too much anymore which made cleanup easier but didn’t give my partner as much of a thrill feeling it spraying on her insides. I removed my mouth from her nearest breast and gave her a long and tender kiss. She was on her back and I was on my side with my legs under hers. After about 10 minutes of...
The last time I was at Hamad I had been escorted off the plane soon after landing. This was much better. For some reason we didn’t use a jetway to get into the terminal building, so I was treated to a blast of the familiar heat of Doha. It felt strangely comforting, for some reason. It’s not quite the same as the heat of Los Angeles, or Las Vegas. Maybe it was because we were so near the sea. For the first few seconds it felt a bit like a warm hug. Isn’t that odd? An airport bus drove us to...
I suppose it’s only normal that you take on the English accent to which you are most often exposed. In my case it started when BBC 1 and 2 were made available on the Dutch cable network. I loved almost every show they put on and that shaped my theretofore rather unremarkable Dutsj Ekssent. Well, Lexy grew up watching shows and films like Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Beverly Hills 90210, Clueless, The Twilight Saga and related TV trash. Not every character on those shows speaks Valley Girl, but...
Clair, Dee and the Visit Clair hurried to Dee's home, feeling anxious. He had been told to arrive before ten. He has been ordered to be smooth and hairless, wearing his sexiest lingerie under his drab, male clothes. He was very keen to ensure that he prepared exactly right and had spent ages with depilatories, razors, lotions, creams and perfumes to ensure that his skin was as glossy and fragrant as he could possibly get it. He had managed to avoid too much onanism, saving himself for...
“Clair why can’t I have a piece of ass” was such a simple question. It started an unexpected chain of events, it is all the chaos theory. Clair is my beautiful, alienated older sister. Clair is a classic sociopath with few human emotions or feelings. She is a promiscuous slut because she gets pleasure from sex. Now Clair was not your run of the mill High School Cheer Leader slut, she has some class and is slutty with a few selected guys. Clair is a classic California Girl, blonde, slender,...
Saturday June 27th, 2015. Dallas Road, Ealing. “Good morning.” “You’re up early?” said Kelly, who I found scooping yoghurt into a bowl of muesli when I sauntered into the kitchen. She’d spent the night at my house, in her own room. “Are you kidding? It’s five minutes past eight! I’ve been staring at the ceiling for half an hour, trying to get back to sleep.” “Well, give it another go. Or give me ten minutes and I’ll come and wear you out.” “Cheeky cow,” I muttered, as I filled the tea...
I signed another document and followed Miles into a cavernous space, which was rather dark. Two men in lab coats scurried away. Miles waited until they were gone and then flipped a switch on the wall near the door. Bright lights in the ceiling clacked on and unveiled a turning plateau with a car under a black tarp. I could see the tyres, but not much else. Miles and Hugo shot each other a look and grinned. “Carstairs! Your new vehicle! Feel free to do the honours.” I stepped onto the...
I woke up around eight in the morning, an hour later than I’m used to. I walked to the other side of the house, to Asim’s bedroom, and heard snoring. That was good. I had a quick yet annoying shower and took some time to spruce myself up. I’m not one of those men who are completely hopeless when they’re single, but what with Mel being a professional make-up artist and hairstylist, amongst many other talents, I rarely needed to groom myself nowadays. But now I was spending time shaving around...
It was about ten minutes to showtime. I’d be at the mosque in three minutes or so, although K-T would drop me off at the mall entrance and then proceed to another destination. We were making good time, because although some traffic kept moving, many cars just pulled to the side of the road wherever there was space near a mosque. Sometimes cars were abandoned in the middle of the road, blocking each other in. The police never made a fuss: after all, everyone was supposed to be praying. Men...
Still Monday July 7th, 2015. A government building somewhere in London. (smiled.oddly.hosts) I was made to sit alone in a room for about ten minutes, so ordered by a man who clearly had no intention of getting me a cup of tea. And I did ask, twice. He was a bit shorter than me, but also a bit wider. Instead of a suit he wore something that was supposed to give him a military look but made me think of a fisherman: a brown shirt, brown carpenter pants, army boots. He was ginger, but his hair...
“Crank up the A.C, sweetheart. Let me get some water ... Oooaaahhh...” “Sweetheart? Again?” “Yes. I suddenly cared for you in the wilderness, in the land of great drought. And especially for that bag with bottled water. Let’s get a move on. You drive.” “Destination?” “The most expensive hotel in Al Hofuf. Unless you can find one with a charger?” “I cannot execute that search. We will reach Al Hofuf in two hours.” “Okay. Then I’ll do a search and you drive. Stop at the next empty rest...
Blair's Britain "Damn, where's my bra?" For those of you who don't think there's anything odd about this question perhaps I should explain. I am a heterosexual married man yet here I am typing out my story in stilettos, stockings, satin knickers and suspenders, a satin bra and a slip writing my story. I would never have thought this possible 10 years ago when "Things Can Only get Better" blared through the speakers and a triumphant Tony and Cherie drove to Downing Street. I...
I'm in the middle of the Amazon forest, engaged in a quest to find an ancient temple which,according to my studies,should be in the middle of the jungle. The journey so far has gone well, without major problems due to inhospitable fauna or animals, when we reach the mouth of a river. I look at my map and I turn to the guide indicating the direction in which I want to go,but the man looks at me with wide eyes, shaking his head. I ask, "What, you can't go there? " He looks at me horrified and...
FetishChris really didn’t know when he first became fascinated with spanking. Spanking; certainly not the craziness of his mother chasing him around the kitchen with the dreaded “wooden spoon” in an attempt to land a glancing blow over something silly. No, a spanking as an adult that was formal over the knee spanking was what he was always curious about. If he had to guess, it was from the books he read and the movies and television that he saw growing up, as there seemed to be a lot of it going on...
SpankingIt all started out as a mild sexual tease. John's birthday was coming up and I wanted to give him something special. I had told him plenty of erotic tales of my childhood, but I figured I could add a little visual detail, something that would add flavor for him. I like to lie in bed next to him and stroke him off while I tell him the details of things that happened long ago. The more realism I can give him, the more it feels like he is a fly on the wall, watching it happen. There was one...
If you’re anything like me (but maybe you got lucky and you’re not) you’ll know this feeling: there will be something on the news that makes you explode with rage. Say, some idiot gets behind the wheel, drunk as a skunk, kills three people who were just standing at a bus shelter minding their own Instagram and then he sues the bus company for placing the shelter near a pub. That sort of thing. Or a Belgian man locks up some girls in his basement and starves a couple of them to death before he...
They waited until her heart stopped pumping blood, which took about twenty seconds or so. Then the pressure got too low, and the trickle stopped. Two men dressed more like medics than soldiers came out of the main building with a stretcher. They wore gloves and aprons. Hurriedly they placed the body on the stretcher. The executioner helpfully placed the bag with the head above the neck, but only after he was done wiping down the blade and carefully sliding it back into its sheath. The Imam...
There were also some messages. One was from Mr. Constable, the MI6 officer at the embassy. He told me they had analysed the recording, but that I’d have to come to the embassy to read the transcript. By appointment. But not on Thursdays. Another message was a transcript of a text message from Asim, which contained an invitation to join him on his next visit to Dubai. It seemed he was in the mood to catch a movie, and Dubai had cinemas. Well, two. The third message consisted of a somewhat...
Sunday, 30/8/2015. Saudi Royal palace. My day started slowly, with breakfast being served without any extra items. I called on Anaïs with an eye on a cheeky kiss or a bit of a fondle, but was told by a rather indignant Malaysian chef who caught me looking around in her kitchen that she had been seconded to another palace for the next few days, to help prepare for yet another banquet. He then demanded to know how I knew her and what my business was with her, but I just told him I was acting...
"Here we are, my dear. In you go," she murmurs in warm honey, holding the door open, so Claire can go before. As they walk to the center of the small store, a diminutive woman with spiky gray hair and piercing black eyes comes out from the back room."Good morning, Ruth, how are you today?"Very well, Kathryn. What are we in need of?Kathryn takes Claire by the shoulders and moves her between them, facing Ruth. She runs her crisp red nails down the girl's arms, straightening them to her...
LesbianClaire's Place Synopsis: "Claire's Place!" The sign read across the top. Below it read: "Home cooking, and honey, if you leave here hungry, it's your fault." A cute sign on the side of a road hardly used since the new freeway. A perfect sort of road for a slow trip on a bicycle, and a perfect place to stop if you're hungry and Carl stopped. Starting off again, however, was going to be a lot harder. Players: Claire and Carla Simms; Sheriff Emmit Baker; Susan Day; Old Doc...
It was another boring Saturday for Betty. No matter the day, it was the same scene. There was her husband sitting on the couch watching one sport or another, while she kept herself busy with common household chores. Unfortunately for her, this is what life was like after marrying young and so many years had passed.Today's exciting chore was laundry.As she opened up the drying machine and hastily removed the warm clothes into the laundry basket in her hand, she could hear the game announcers...
Some time shortly after the night with the two girls wearing nothing but oil we were invited over to Sue and Jake's place for a barbecue on a Friday night in a late Indian summer. Melanie donned a pretty summer dress with a button-through front and white, stiletto-heeled, strapped sandals and we went over around seven o'clock. Jake greeted us at the front door and led us through the house to the back yard, apologizing en route for the fact that Sue had been delayed at work but would be joining...
Group SexI was met by Kelly in the hallway. “Hi,” she said, leaning in for a kiss. A chaste one, on the cheek. More than enough for me, thanks. Although admittedly I’d have been disappointed with less than that. “Hello, gorgeous. I think you might have come at an awkward...” “Oh, I know. I was summoned. Caroline has been here all afternoon. She even had a lie down, because of a headache. Mel and Kate know everything.” It was ominously quiet on the other side of the door that led to the living...
Caroline summoned me to my office on Friday. My ticket for travelling the next Monday had just been arranged. I was actually discussing something with Daphne, which always takes a while, but Alice, her secretary, was quite clear: I was to report to the fourth flour at once. “Sorry about that, but I think you got the gist of it. Winston will certainly be able to flesh out the code. It will give you a chance to hang out together.” “I still want to know why you’re leaving,” said Daphne, trying...
As meetings go, I’ve had worse. I had no particular reason to doubt John Stein, but you never know what Americans are really up to. The Saudi government is only one of many undemocratic regimes they support to the hilt. They’re also not particularly interested in bringing people to justice. Generally all they need is a set of coordinates, a license plate number or the exact time their target will be driving past a hospital or day care centre. I was fairly sure a couple of terrorist attacks in...
I woke up at nine, which was fine except a bit too late to attend the buffet in the main building. Never mind: I called the kitchen again and ordered breakfast. It would take a while to reach me, but as long as I didn’t order any hot items that was fine. Yoghurt, a bun and some jam would do me. I selected a suit and showed up just in time for my daily session with Alexandra. Technically this was the start of a new week, although neither I nor Alexandra got any days off. It was crunch time...
I went over the call with Kate in my head, slightly upset at the fact I had broken off our conversation just to get out of the heat. Maybe it hadn’t been the heat so much as the fact I didn’t want to be reminded of how much I missed her. That girl isn’t just catnip to me: she’s oxygen. And every time we were apart, there was nothing for it but for me to practice holding my breath. I also worried about the fact people had started to miss me, all over sodding Doctor Who! It’s the shittiest...
Tuesday, August 25th, 2015. My garage. Total.hilltop.digital. It was about one a.m. when the door to the garage opened and K-T rolled in. I had called ahead, to let Anaïs know that I was fine and on my way. “How are you doing?” “I am drinking water and eating uh ... Maltezers. Very poor chocolate.” “Yes, it’s English chocolate. Could be worse, though.” “Hershey...” she shuddered. “Exactly. I’ll be there in about twenty minutes. Can you hang on?” “I can go nowhere else, Anglais. It is...
Friday, August 28th, 2015. Royal palace, guest annex. The next morning I called Asim and offered to cook for him, so I’d be able to intercept any packages that might be delivered to his house. He was glad to have me and I took delivery of five boxes while he was out. I made us roast duck (honey roasted, with creamed cauliflower) and an old-fashioned trifle and then I stole one of his outfits: guthra, igal, thobe and sandals. Two thobes, actually, just to be sure. He only had fourteen left, I...
Darkness had come and gone. Musa and I had worked all through the night. When I had answers to all the questions I could think of, and had copied the contents of the SD-cards to my laptop to make space on one of them, I had written a script for him to read. It was based on what he had told me, but we still went through it line by line. By that time he was struggling to stay conscious. The wounds on his wrists in particular hurt terribly, so much in fact that I had to cut him loose and bandage...
21. It's not a mystical number by any means, its easily divisible by 3 and 7, and it doesn't hold any place in the heart of a supercomputer as the answer to everything. In fact, it's quite dull if you stare at it long enough. Still, 21 holds the key to unlocking the life hidden just beneath the surface as everyone, no matter of age or race or gender, everyone has had the thought once that maybe if they were just a bit different, if they could change just a small bit of themselves, they would be...
TranssexualChapter one The old airstrip behind our neighbourhood was such a lovely place to exercise. I always loved skating on my in-liners, but after moving here it has become almost an obsession. The asphalt of the strip has held up nicely since it was closed down for airtraffic, giving me a very smooth surface - which by incident I have all to myself. The strip runs smoothly uphill from where I go onto it, and setting a hard speed uphill for a mile and a half gives me a nice sweat. Going downhill is...