A Prisioner of the Amazons
By Misterebony
Brad had gone to the party to find a girl. At 19 years old, he had just graduated from high school and was ready to get on with life. Except he was still a virgin, something he had hoped to change.
He had met Sheela there, a lovely, olive-skinned woman with dark eyes and a come-hither smile that made him just sing out. They had danced. He was given a drink.
As he drank she told of her Sorority house, Alpha Omega, also known at the college as the Amazons. As he listened, he felt funny... then all went black.
He ha dcome to in a cage, surrounded by bikini clad women who stared at him and poked him.
He saw Sheela among them with a fancy bandana on.
"You did well chief!" One of the other girls said. "He is so handsome, and well built too!"
It took him a minute or two to realise he was naked, but he realized it when one of the girls reached for his shaft and stroked it.
"I bet we can get a lot of seed out of him." She said. "Let's start the pool on who feeds him and who gets to tenderize him."
Tenderize?
But Sheela spoke. "Ladies. When we came to this country our job was to find our slaves to take back to South America. I found mine. All of you have found ones you are intrested in. In two weeks we will delight in our catch, and then we will head home." She looked in the cage at Brad. "As for you, you were kind, generous, and quite fun. But you are also a little quick. I knew you were at that party just to get laid. What have you to say for yourself?"
Brad swallowed. "Well... I... It was..."
Sheela and the girls laughed. "Embarassed at being found out? Don't be. I like fast food."
That confirmed it. "But... that's murder! You'll kill me if you eat me!"
"Brad brad brad, you know nothing." The Amazon queen said, fingering a few leaves on some flowers by his cage. "These flowers, combined with rare rainforest seeds and shrubs, will create an immortality drug that will make you mine forever.
"This is why: We have been hunting in the Amazon for a long time. We know many things. Our gods gave us the knowledge to be alive and young for so long in the era of stone, and we have thrived. 12 immortals, devouring who we wish with no fear of the reprecussions. Oh we got caught once. They thought they slaughtered us.
"They were WRONG. we rose again and took their men, grilling them. Over the years we saw similar acxts of hate and ate the perpetraitors. Our worst meal was some german leader in the 1940's. People wonder why they cannot find a body, well we took care of it!"
Brad's head wa sspinning. "But why eat me? What did I do?"
"The exact opposite. See, all of us have been around for so long, but we are lonely. Even though we are warriors and hunters, we are still women. We still long for male company. So we asked our gods for help.
"They gave me the answer in a dream. Here we would find men who were decent. We wold KNOW who they were. We were shocked at one of them: A nerd you call him but a genius of the bed we say." One of the girls, who wore glasses herself but was otherwise a bombshell, blushed beet red. Msut have been her match. "The others semeed to fit the bill of society: Kind, generous people who often had little money but a lot of heart. One planned on being Judith's slave even before he knew the truth he was so kind."
A lovely redhead nodded, sighing. She must be Judith.
"But I wanted something different for myself. I wanted a man who was fast, eager, and not what he seemed. I wanted a guy who pretended to be rich and tough, but was actually just trying to fit in. I wanted you."
Brad gulped, her fingers on his chin. "And now I have you. We all have our men to play with and spend the eons devouring. You will be a fine meal for me."
Brad shook away, and was rewarded with a poke in is rear. He squealed in pain, and the amazons laughed.
"To bed friends. Leave him to his thoughts. TOmorrow we will fatten him up for our main course. In two weeks we have our goodbye feast!"
Brad shouted for Sheela, but she ignored him as the lights went out, leaving him in the dark.
When dawn came, Sheela was there, smiling at him. "Lie back." She ordered, and he did so. She opened the cage and climbed in, a servent closing it up. "For the next hour you better perform well."
She kissed his lips, and fear began to settle into him. She sensed it and squeezed his buttt cheek hard, making him moan in pain. He wriggled as she lay on him, turning into a tigeress, scratching at his shoulders and squeezing with her legs. He was hers, and he could not escape.
For the next hour he was abused, made to cum repeatedly, more than he ever wished to, begging to stop in spite of how wonderful she was. He was exhausted and felt his body would give out.
She was breaking him, he realized. Making him a domesticated animal, her pet.
And it worked. When the hour was up he submitte,d sobbing and weaker than he thought he was, Sheela smiling.
"Good boy." She said, patting his head. "I prefer my men submissive. Let the others have their equals."
She snapped her fingers and the cage was opened, plates of fattening tarts brought in. "Feed him nonstop until tonight, then I want another session."
"Yes your highness." The others said as Sheela left. They giggled and talked about their men, and Brad realized how unlucky he had been.
One of the two handmaidens feeding him had landed a rather sad child, an orphan since 5, who now was in college alone. He turned out to be a kind, giving soul. She chose him because he was sweet in every way, and she herself had a sweet tooth. When the feast came he would be a pie. What suprised brad was that it was HIS idea.
The other spoke of a gamer, who made a wager with her. If she won, he was all hers. They played games all night, and lost. She then told him who she was but did not care, it turned him on. He asked if he could bring his games with him so they could play together and, with Sheela's blessing, it was done. They have beaten a couple already. At the feast he would become a tasty turkey.
By night, Sheela was back, again getting locked in. Brad lasted longer this time much to Sheela's delight. At an hour and fifteen minutes however he was worn out, and had to stop, his hands still on her breasts.
"Why..." He said weakly. "Why must oyu do this..."
Shella smiled. "To make you what you were. I studied you a long time Brad, I knew yo were once a pretty decent guy. Then you gave in to the peer pressures and did everything to fit in: join the teams, tease the nerds, embarass the girls, and even smoke weed. But I knew once you were a lot better of a person. I plan by the feast to make you suitable. A perfect pet."
brad used what defiance he had in him. "No...way..."
Sheela smiled, leaving the cage. "We shall see."
The next day Brad ate, but he also planned. He had to wait until he could get by Sheela, get her down. And that night, oppurtunity knocked.
The handmaidens left. She came in. She opened the cage.
And he lept at her. She seemed to smile as they wrestled, one tryong to kill the other, Sheela just trying to pin her meal down.
It was an even match, until the handmaidens entered and lifted him off Sheela. He struggled but the women were too strong.
"Release him." She said with a grin. "He has his fight back."
Brad watched as they let him go. "He is ready. If I catch him the feast occurs tomorrow. If not... well, at least the rest of you have yoru men." The cannibal college girl smiled. "Alright Brad. Come on. Give me all you have."
And he did. He was strong, and not about to let anyone eat him. He fough Sheela hard. But Sheela was a warrior with thousands of years of experience, immune to any of times effects. He fought and struggled, but she was just toying with him.
Still he lasted a good thirty minutes before he lay there, bruised, battered, and ultimately beaten. Sheela smiled and kissed him.
"You did well love. I wanted you to fight to live. Now you shall. forever." She turned to the handmaidens. "The last dose."
They handed her a smelly vial of powder. Sheela held Brad's nose and poured it down his throat. His body convulsed for a second, then he felt... strnage. It was like nothing could touch him. Nothing could hurt him.
He blinked as Sheela kissed him, making love to him right there, gentler than before. The handmaidens, inspired, ran for their men. "And now." Sheela said. "I will knock you out. You have to cook all night."
Brad eeped but was knocked cold by a sudden blow to his neck. He realized, in the seconds he had left, that she had broken it with one blow. He went cold.
************
He looked back now and realised there was never any escape. He awoke on the plane to the Amazon, the whole of what happened told to him.
First, his body was placed in an orange marinade. A ring was placed on his member and he was made to cum repeatedly. She had not killed him, just made it so mhe could not feel anything. Made him go out cold. Msde him meat.
By morning, His body was carried into the preparation room while the other men were broughtin alive. One by one they wer eprepared as dishes for a grand feast: Two were placed in soup pots for a big appetizer. Some were spit roasted, either tied up so they could kiss their cooks every once and awhile while hey grilled up, or spitted to reform quicker. Brad and one other were placed in a fire pit to slowly roast, luau style. A couple were chopped up for salad chunks. And that nerd became a rich, creamy dessert pie, baked to perfection and allowed to be awake the whole time.
One by one the amazons ate at their feasts, chewing each guy to the bone, and in some cases even the bones were devoured, softened and candied int he case of a certain nerd.
Brad was told all of this by Sheela, who, like her amazons, had never had such a wonderful meal. "You were especially good Brad. I think i will eat you again tonight while we fly home. And this time I will keep you awake so you know how good it feels, my immortal lover."
She smiled, biting at his ear. He could feel her biting parts of it off, and it felt wonderful. He moaned some in his seat, snuggling into his new master.
"My queen." The pilot called out. "We will soon be landing at home."
"Do I have long enough for an inflight meal captain?"
"I think so ma'am."
She looked at Brad and licked he rlips. A handmaiden handed her some wine and some spiced oil.
"See that I do. I want a full belly by landing." SH drizzled the oil over Brad and some wine, makng the seat very messy as a result. Brad's last view before it went dark again was her mouth, closing on his face.
Waves of pleasure filled him as all went dark, the Amazon beginning her delicious meal.
THE END
By Misterebony
Brad had gone to the party to find a girl. At 19 years old, he had just graduated from high school and was ready to get on with life. Except he was still a virgin, something he had hoped to change.
He had met Sheela there, a lovely, olive-skinned woman with dark eyes and a come-hither smile that made him just sing out. They had danced. He was given a drink.
As he drank she told of her Sorority house, Alpha Omega, also known at the college as the Amazons. As he listened, he felt funny... then all went black.
He ha dcome to in a cage, surrounded by bikini clad women who stared at him and poked him.
He saw Sheela among them with a fancy bandana on.
"You did well chief!" One of the other girls said. "He is so handsome, and well built too!"
It took him a minute or two to realise he was naked, but he realized it when one of the girls reached for his shaft and stroked it.
"I bet we can get a lot of seed out of him." She said. "Let's start the pool on who feeds him and who gets to tenderize him."
Tenderize?
But Sheela spoke. "Ladies. When we came to this country our job was to find our slaves to take back to South America. I found mine. All of you have found ones you are intrested in. In two weeks we will delight in our catch, and then we will head home." She looked in the cage at Brad. "As for you, you were kind, generous, and quite fun. But you are also a little quick. I knew you were at that party just to get laid. What have you to say for yourself?"
Brad swallowed. "Well... I... It was..."
Sheela and the girls laughed. "Embarassed at being found out? Don't be. I like fast food."
That confirmed it. "But... that's murder! You'll kill me if you eat me!"
"Brad brad brad, you know nothing." The Amazon queen said, fingering a few leaves on some flowers by his cage. "These flowers, combined with rare rainforest seeds and shrubs, will create an immortality drug that will make you mine forever.
"This is why: We have been hunting in the Amazon for a long time. We know many things. Our gods gave us the knowledge to be alive and young for so long in the era of stone, and we have thrived. 12 immortals, devouring who we wish with no fear of the reprecussions. Oh we got caught once. They thought they slaughtered us.
"They were WRONG. we rose again and took their men, grilling them. Over the years we saw similar acxts of hate and ate the perpetraitors. Our worst meal was some german leader in the 1940's. People wonder why they cannot find a body, well we took care of it!"
Brad's head wa sspinning. "But why eat me? What did I do?"
"The exact opposite. See, all of us have been around for so long, but we are lonely. Even though we are warriors and hunters, we are still women. We still long for male company. So we asked our gods for help.
"They gave me the answer in a dream. Here we would find men who were decent. We wold KNOW who they were. We were shocked at one of them: A nerd you call him but a genius of the bed we say." One of the girls, who wore glasses herself but was otherwise a bombshell, blushed beet red. Msut have been her match. "The others semeed to fit the bill of society: Kind, generous people who often had little money but a lot of heart. One planned on being Judith's slave even before he knew the truth he was so kind."
A lovely redhead nodded, sighing. She must be Judith.
"But I wanted something different for myself. I wanted a man who was fast, eager, and not what he seemed. I wanted a guy who pretended to be rich and tough, but was actually just trying to fit in. I wanted you."
Brad gulped, her fingers on his chin. "And now I have you. We all have our men to play with and spend the eons devouring. You will be a fine meal for me."
Brad shook away, and was rewarded with a poke in is rear. He squealed in pain, and the amazons laughed.
"To bed friends. Leave him to his thoughts. TOmorrow we will fatten him up for our main course. In two weeks we have our goodbye feast!"
Brad shouted for Sheela, but she ignored him as the lights went out, leaving him in the dark.
When dawn came, Sheela was there, smiling at him. "Lie back." She ordered, and he did so. She opened the cage and climbed in, a servent closing it up. "For the next hour you better perform well."
She kissed his lips, and fear began to settle into him. She sensed it and squeezed his buttt cheek hard, making him moan in pain. He wriggled as she lay on him, turning into a tigeress, scratching at his shoulders and squeezing with her legs. He was hers, and he could not escape.
For the next hour he was abused, made to cum repeatedly, more than he ever wished to, begging to stop in spite of how wonderful she was. He was exhausted and felt his body would give out.
She was breaking him, he realized. Making him a domesticated animal, her pet.
And it worked. When the hour was up he submitte,d sobbing and weaker than he thought he was, Sheela smiling.
"Good boy." She said, patting his head. "I prefer my men submissive. Let the others have their equals."
She snapped her fingers and the cage was opened, plates of fattening tarts brought in. "Feed him nonstop until tonight, then I want another session."
"Yes your highness." The others said as Sheela left. They giggled and talked about their men, and Brad realized how unlucky he had been.
One of the two handmaidens feeding him had landed a rather sad child, an orphan since 5, who now was in college alone. He turned out to be a kind, giving soul. She chose him because he was sweet in every way, and she herself had a sweet tooth. When the feast came he would be a pie. What suprised brad was that it was HIS idea.
The other spoke of a gamer, who made a wager with her. If she won, he was all hers. They played games all night, and lost. She then told him who she was but did not care, it turned him on. He asked if he could bring his games with him so they could play together and, with Sheela's blessing, it was done. They have beaten a couple already. At the feast he would become a tasty turkey.
By night, Sheela was back, again getting locked in. Brad lasted longer this time much to Sheela's delight. At an hour and fifteen minutes however he was worn out, and had to stop, his hands still on her breasts.
"Why..." He said weakly. "Why must oyu do this..."
Shella smiled. "To make you what you were. I studied you a long time Brad, I knew yo were once a pretty decent guy. Then you gave in to the peer pressures and did everything to fit in: join the teams, tease the nerds, embarass the girls, and even smoke weed. But I knew once you were a lot better of a person. I plan by the feast to make you suitable. A perfect pet."
brad used what defiance he had in him. "No...way..."
Sheela smiled, leaving the cage. "We shall see."
The next day Brad ate, but he also planned. He had to wait until he could get by Sheela, get her down. And that night, oppurtunity knocked.
The handmaidens left. She came in. She opened the cage.
And he lept at her. She seemed to smile as they wrestled, one tryong to kill the other, Sheela just trying to pin her meal down.
It was an even match, until the handmaidens entered and lifted him off Sheela. He struggled but the women were too strong.
"Release him." She said with a grin. "He has his fight back."
Brad watched as they let him go. "He is ready. If I catch him the feast occurs tomorrow. If not... well, at least the rest of you have yoru men." The cannibal college girl smiled. "Alright Brad. Come on. Give me all you have."
And he did. He was strong, and not about to let anyone eat him. He fough Sheela hard. But Sheela was a warrior with thousands of years of experience, immune to any of times effects. He fought and struggled, but she was just toying with him.
Still he lasted a good thirty minutes before he lay there, bruised, battered, and ultimately beaten. Sheela smiled and kissed him.
"You did well love. I wanted you to fight to live. Now you shall. forever." She turned to the handmaidens. "The last dose."
They handed her a smelly vial of powder. Sheela held Brad's nose and poured it down his throat. His body convulsed for a second, then he felt... strnage. It was like nothing could touch him. Nothing could hurt him.
He blinked as Sheela kissed him, making love to him right there, gentler than before. The handmaidens, inspired, ran for their men. "And now." Sheela said. "I will knock you out. You have to cook all night."
Brad eeped but was knocked cold by a sudden blow to his neck. He realized, in the seconds he had left, that she had broken it with one blow. He went cold.
************
He looked back now and realised there was never any escape. He awoke on the plane to the Amazon, the whole of what happened told to him.
First, his body was placed in an orange marinade. A ring was placed on his member and he was made to cum repeatedly. She had not killed him, just made it so mhe could not feel anything. Made him go out cold. Msde him meat.
By morning, His body was carried into the preparation room while the other men were broughtin alive. One by one they wer eprepared as dishes for a grand feast: Two were placed in soup pots for a big appetizer. Some were spit roasted, either tied up so they could kiss their cooks every once and awhile while hey grilled up, or spitted to reform quicker. Brad and one other were placed in a fire pit to slowly roast, luau style. A couple were chopped up for salad chunks. And that nerd became a rich, creamy dessert pie, baked to perfection and allowed to be awake the whole time.
One by one the amazons ate at their feasts, chewing each guy to the bone, and in some cases even the bones were devoured, softened and candied int he case of a certain nerd.
Brad was told all of this by Sheela, who, like her amazons, had never had such a wonderful meal. "You were especially good Brad. I think i will eat you again tonight while we fly home. And this time I will keep you awake so you know how good it feels, my immortal lover."
She smiled, biting at his ear. He could feel her biting parts of it off, and it felt wonderful. He moaned some in his seat, snuggling into his new master.
"My queen." The pilot called out. "We will soon be landing at home."
"Do I have long enough for an inflight meal captain?"
"I think so ma'am."
She looked at Brad and licked he rlips. A handmaiden handed her some wine and some spiced oil.
"See that I do. I want a full belly by landing." SH drizzled the oil over Brad and some wine, makng the seat very messy as a result. Brad's last view before it went dark again was her mouth, closing on his face.
Waves of pleasure filled him as all went dark, the Amazon beginning her delicious meal.
THE END
Prisioner of the Amazons
By MisterEbony -- Report
An old cannibal tale. Nuff said.
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