Amazon Overpowered; a Primal Switch story [F/M, BDSM, Rape]

TW: Rape, both female on male and male on female.

Fifty feet above the travelers, we passed through the trees without shaking a single leaf. My sisters and I had been sent out on a task, to retrieve breeding stock for our village, and after weeks of searching, we’d finally found some nice specimens.

“Look Kerolene,” my sister said, pointing to the shortest one. “You see how he seems weary from his journey, more so than the others? How he sweats and pants? You do not want him as your first. Take the handsome brute instead.”

I bit my lip, frowning. “You remember what the Matriarchs told us? How we cannot rely upon men to provide an inheritance of strength to our children? The one I’ve chosen is a scribe. He will provide intelligence and wisdom to my daughters.” Hulcolete rolled her eyes at me. We’d had this conversation more than once.

My reasoning could be accepted as legitimate among my tribe. It might even be praised by the elders, even if I was destined to be teased by my peers. But it wasn’t the truth. The truth was much more shameful.

In the four days we’d been stalking our prey, I’d begun to feel something for the man, as impossible as it may sound. It was endearing, the way he squinted at his papers, how he tried to keep up with the others and never quite could. He was like the runt of the litter. His fragility made him beautiful, like a statue made of glass.

The three men found a clearing in the forest, and began to set up camp for the night. Both of my sisters and I watched as they prepared a simple meal around the campfire, talking and laughing in their strange tongue. When they wrapped themselves in blankets and lay still for an hour, we decided it was time.

We fell upon them silently, and they woke up only briefly as they were being seized, before a firm choke-hold let them fall into peace again. The men were hefted onto our shoulders, and we sauntered towards our village.

Now that we didn’t have to worry about being overheard, Hulcolete seemed to be in a more talkative mood. “It’s lucky for us they were headed towards our home anyways. I’m not sure if we could have carried them all the way back if we had to keep throttling them.”

“It is true,” Oeestra said, ahead of us. “Men are delicate creatures. You must treat them with a firm but gentle hand.” I rolled my eyes. Oeestra only had one man herself, and only for half a year. It’s not like she was some grand expert.

“You know what else I think?” Hulcolete said. “I think you wanted the small one so you had the easiest burden to carry.”

I glanced at her direction. The man she had draped over both of her shoulders was the size of an ox, his muscles bulging along his skin like a sack full of melons. “You’re the one who wanted the spartan,” I replied. “Are you complaining now?”

“I wanted you to take the spartan!” Hulcolete said. “Breaking his will would have been a test of mental fortitude. The man you choose will have his spirit tamed before you even have a chance to start. On top of that, your new man is unfit to chop wood or cary water. It is unseemly.”

I stuck my tongue out at her. “I am not concerned about such things. I shall keep my man upon a shelf, and have him write things for me once he was learned the proper language.”

“Just for that, I shall tell the Matriarchs that he should be dethumbed. That will keep you from causing trouble with him,” Hulcolete replied.

“I wonder if the scribe was important where he came from?” Oeestra wondered aloud. “I’ve heard so many strange things about the world of men. How they only have one quarter of a proper life span. How they are allowed to walk the streets without a chaperone, and how most of them aren’t even hobbled.”

Hulcolete rolled her eyes. “Of course they’re hobbled, you silly girl. The Matriarchs were just telling you stories.”

“I don’t know,” I replied. “I’ve heard similar tales. Like how men are allowed to think that they own property and land, or that they participate in government. Perhaps that is how they keep men happy in the capital cities.”

“It is hopeless,” Hulcolete wailed. “The two of you will believe any story.”

“If what you’re saying is true, then why do the men we’ve captured have all of their hands and feet?” I replied, triumphantly.

“Well, I don’t know,” Hulcolete admitted. “They probably just didn’t get around to hobbling them yet. It could only be a matter of time.”

We continued this for another hour, until we arrived back among our Amazon tribe. It was a delight to be surrounded by my sisters once again. There was a feast that night to celebrate our successful hunt, and we told everyone about our little journey as we ate just a little bit too much, and drank a bit more than that.

It was an hour before dawn by the time I was stumbling towards my hut, my head swimming from so much wine and good company. I stopped at the door, squared my shoulders, and soldered in. I had a task to complete before my journey was truly done.

I’d been thinking about this moment all night. Well, honestly, I’d been thinking about it for half a week, since I’d first laid eyes on him. I could feel my body flush with pent up excitement as I walked into the room, the muscles of my core coiled up with anticipation and need.

My new man was waiting for me. He’d woken up at some point, of course, but he’d already been tightly trussed and laid out upon my sleeping mat. He’d fallen asleep at some point in the festivities, but was awakening now.

I pulled a dagger out from a sheath that ran along my lower back. His eyes grew wide, and he tried to wriggle free from his bonds. It wouldn’t be very easy. Those shackles were forged by Amazons, and nothing we made was weak.

I walked over to him quickly, if a little unsteadily, and placed a finger on his lips. “It’s OK, just relax and try to enjoy this,” I said quietly. It was a common consensus I’d heard that sex with men was mostly just for procreation, and that pleasure lied with the warmth of your fellow Amazons. It followed, of course, that procreation was much more enjoyable for the man.

Looking down at him now though, his pale skin bathed in moonlight streaming from a window, the way his shirt gave just a teasing peak of chest hair beneath his sharp collar bones, I felt tingly and warm. Maybe it was just the wine, but my fingers were trembling slightly as I ran my dagger along the cloth of his shirt.

I stripped him, slowly and carefully, cutting away at the clothing imprisoning his firm muscles. He wasn’t bulky, he wasn’t particularly tall, but I liked the way he was proportioned, slim but strong. He seemed like he’d been built for swimming, rather than fighting or lifting heavy objects.

When I was removing his pants, his manhood burst free, and I felt a wave of disappointment. When I saw him carefully writing on scrolls, I’d assumed he’d been a man of intelligence and gentle temperament. Sadly, I did not see a small, thin, gentle manhood that such a disposition would imply.

I wrapped my fingers around his rod, feeling it pulse in my hand, hearing his breath hitch as I gently stroked him. I marveled at how my fingers barely managed to wrap around the girth. I looked up at him. “It’s a lot bigger than I would have liked, but it will have to do.” I took one more look at the barbarian sized cock, then went back to the task of stripping him.

Once he was naked, I stripped off my own bottoms. I climbed on top of his belly, his arms at his sides, pinned in place first by manacles, and then again by my knees. I gently ran my fingers across his body, marveling at how my fingernails left little red trails as I gently scraped them along his skin.

I felt hot as we gazed at each other in the room. I began to take my top off to help cool myself down. He seemed to like that. I felt him buck underneath me, felt his cock bounce again my ass as I got myself more comfortable. Hulcolete was right, he was being tamed too easily.

On a whim, I bent down and placed my lips against his. It just felt right to do. I felt a warm wet slap as I did it, and realized he had opened his mouth. I repeated his gesture, and let him push his tongue past my lips. My head swam with the taboo nature of it all. I was dripping wet, and moaning softly… and it was with a man.

I kissed down his cheek and neck, lightly biting him the way I myself liked. He groaned louder, his voice stirring a deep need inside of me, fueling a sensation of lust I’d never experienced before.

I needed to feel him more, needed to claim my prey more thoroughly. I scooted up his body, bringing my dripping honeypot towards his face. But… But he was right up against the wall. There wasn’t enough room.

Groaning in frustration, I scurried to my clothes and dug around until I found the key to the manacles. I went to him and uncuffed his hands, freeing him from being forced into that exact spot. Then I recuffed his hands so that his wrists were crossed in front of him. This wasn’t supposed to be done until at least a week of training, but I was desperate.

I pulled on his legs to move him across the floor, then pounced back upon him. I was on my knees, dipping my dripping cunt to the face of a man I’d captured just a few short hours ago, when I felt his hot breath and stubble caressing my inner thighs.

I moaned, trying not to be too loud, trying not to let my sister know how much I was enjoying this. I could feel the man move around underneath me, getting into a more comfortable position as he feasted upon me.

A warmth was upon me now, more than what could be blamed on the wine. It was pleasure, blissful pleasure building up inside of me like a bonfire roaring to life. I bit down on my own hand to keep from screaming, tried to deny to myself and the world that the orgasm threatening to overtake me was the strongest I’d ever had. Men were not supposed to be capable of such things.

My will was challenged even more when I felt his hands up on me, sliding along my sweat covered body. I should have known something was off at that moment, should have been thinking clearly, but I was too wrapped up in trying not to climax to notice. As his fingers squeezed my ass, I put my arms behind me to take his hands in mine. That’s when he struck.

I hadn’t placed the keys to his manacles far enough away. In my haste to mount my new steed, I’d given him the opportunity to get away. As I reached back to return his affection, the manacles that I’d placed upon him clamped down on my own wrists.

My blood ran cold as I realized how badly I’d just messed up. What if he escaped? What if he tried to harm me? He probably couldn’t, but I might have to damage him while bringing him back under control.

He slipped out from underneath me as I was still trying to comprehend what had happened. Then, I felt his fingernails dig into my scalp.

My mind flashed back to an argument I’d had just a week or so ago. I was arguing with someone- I forget who, I’d had this argument so many times- about my hair. Most of my fellow Amazons kept their hair clipped very short, or braided tightly against their skulls.

Not me; my silky hair was loose, and freely swished in beautiful curtains whenever I or the wind moved. The others chastised me for this, for we are warriors, and providing the enemy with something so easy to grab a hold of is foolish at best, and a death wish at worse.

I didn’t care. I couldn’t. My hair was one of my favorite features, and I loved the way my lovers would stroke my dainty locks after a night of intimate passion. It was a silly thing to get attached too, but attached I was, and I couldn’t bare the thought of changing that about myself.

And now, in the present moment, I felt a cold wave of horror flush through me as I realized how arrogant I had been. On my knees, my hands bound behind me in chains, and now an untamed man gripping my hair tightly in his fist, pain exploding in sparks behind my eyelids. Had I even thought to stow the knife where he couldn’t get it? Was this my final breath?

He yanked hard, his energy palpable in my subdued position. I landed on my ass, rolling onto my arms, my shoulders straining from the unnatural posture. He advanced upon me as I tried to scamper away, fire in his eyes, his manhood swollen and proud before him.

He pounced on me before I could try to get up, putting his weight down onto me as I tried to flip to my feet. One of his rough calloused hands wrapped around the back of my neck, and pulled me towards him. I tried to twist away, afraid he would attempt to snap my neck. He kissed me. My eyes went wide as I stopped struggling for a moment.

I felt his other hand clamp down on my breast, squeezing it roughly and cruelly. He was like a beast now, mauling me with sexual wrath. I was subdued, at his complete mercy, my body splayed out before him like a feast of lust. I could feel the head of his manhood brush against my intact hymen, and I screamed into his mouth.

I didn’t scream from pain, or fear, but just raw overwhelming need. I’d always needed him, of course. I’d been dreaming since I was young of having a retinue of men to service my needs and provide me with heirs. What young girl didn’t? But the moment I saw him, I felt something strange, and foreign, and exciting. I’d seen men before, but there was something about this particular one that called out to me.

I’d heard stories when I was young. They said that when the gods created humans, that they were creatures with two heads and 8 limbs. The king of the gods, fearing what these humans were capable of, split them in half, leaving the two sides of the same coin forever searching for each other.

As the man pushed himself into me, brazenly thrusting himself into my untainted body with his manhood and his dark appetite, I knew I had found my other half. He filled me perfectly, his manhood sheathed tightly inside of my drenched canal, no single part of me was neglected or stretched to the point of pain. It was as though we had been constructed for each other by Hephaestus himself.

That part of me didn’t experience pain, but the rest of me would not be getting off so lightly. Apparently my man did not appreciate his treatment, or his abduction. He seemed to lash out at me now, his frustrations having built up in the hours of his confinement.

His nails dragged harshly against my flesh, leaving raised red lines in their wake as he clawed at every part of me that he could reach. He squeezed every part of my vulnerable body he found, like he was wringing cloth. He bit down on my neck and shoulder and sucked until the flesh began to bruise. I wanted to be the tough soldier, immune to such things, but the pain felt strange to me now.

I’d expected that the pain he was heaping upon me now would have to be ignored, or resisted. I was used to pain. But this… The pain was mixing with the pleasure. Enhancing it, like spice in a dish. I couldn’t achieve climax while he was slapping my breasts or my face, it was too distracting. But it allowed my pleasure to keep building beyond where I would have climaxed, amping up to incredible heights.

Every inch of my body burned with pain and pleasure, swirling in me like a hurricane. I didn’t know how much longer I could survive the intensity of these feelings. Could a man kill an Amazon with pleasure?

That’s when I felt him begin to swell inside of me. His hips were more jerky and erratic as they slapped against me, his breathing fast and hard. He was growling deep in his throat as he pounded against me, the sound rolling through me like a wave.

The realization that he was about to fill me with his life giving seed pushed me over the edge. I shuddered and rolled my eyes to the back of my head as my climax electrocuted me with excruciating gratification. Any moment now, I would feel my womb being flooded with warmth and life, I’d finally get to be a mother, my body would be swollen with child and pride, I –

I suddenly felt a profound emptiness, my body still convulsing with the aftershocks of pleasure. I managed to open my eyes and look down, seeing that my man had pulled himself out of me, and was now rapidly massaging his cock with his hand. In horror, I saw the seed begin to erupt out of him.

The first surge of seed splashed against my lip and draped down my chin. “Put it back in,” I begged, as wave after wave of it splashed against my body. “Please, please put it inside me.”

In just half a moment, it was done. My naked sweaty body was covered in the most important resource the Amazons needed, and all of it was wasted and worthless. My mouth hung open in shock and sorrow.

My man stayed where he was for a bit, breathing hard, trying to collect himself. He got up, staggered over to his clothes, and after confirming that they were destroyed, threw them down. He crept over to the door and peeked outside.

It was still shortly before dawn. All of my sisters would be fast asleep right now, especially after that party. He’d have plenty of a head start if he left now.

I considered calling out, warning my sisters of his escape. Of course it would be embarrassing to be discovered like this, but that was going to happen either way. It would be worse to be found like this and then be asked why I’d let him go. I opened my mouth to scream.

I couldn’t do it. Something in me didn’t want to. If my man wanted his freedom so desperately, maybe I should just let him have it. It would weigh on my heart too heavily to keep him, knowing that my feelings for him were not being returned. Better to have a man that I didn’t care about, like a proper Amazon. Better than being me.

He didn’t leave. He stayed frozen in the doorway for what seemed like a brief eternity, before looking back at me. I wanted to look at him like a proud Amazon, unfazed by his attempt to overwhelm me. I tried to bring fire to my eyes, to set my mouth to be as hard as an anvil.

I failed. My lip trembled, and a single tear slid across my face from where I lay. “What are you waiting for?” I finally asked. I felt humiliated as I heard my voice crack. “You’re free now, all right? Go back to the life you had before.” He kept staring. “Just go!” I finally shouted.

He stared at me for another moment, and then slowly closed the door. He walked over to my knife, still sitting in its scabbard on the floor. He picked it up, and drew out the cold steel.

My eyes widened in fear as he stalked towards me. I couldn’t get to my feet, my limbs were still rubbery from what we’d done before. This wasn’t the way for an Amazon to go. I tried to scamper away, but he grabbed my hair and brought the sharp edge against my throat.

I shut my eyes, hoping that the end would at least be swift. The end didn’t come. Instead, I felt a gentle prodding against my check. I opened my eyes to realize that his soft manhood was hanging right near my lips. I opened my mouth in surprise, and he took the opportunity to shove it in.

It had honestly never occurred to me to try and pleasure a man like this. The Matriarchs had warned us of the danger of pleasing a man in any way that didn’t directly involve our wombs, for fear of wasting seed. As he bobbed his hips back and forth, I could feel the strength beginning to return to his member, felt it growing in my mouth. I realized that he’d only grabbed the knife so that I wouldn’t hurt him.

I began to bob my head up and down, as much as his grip in my hair would allow. I wanted to show him that we could be great together. He must have sensed it, why else would he still be here? There was still a chance we could mate, that I could tame him and keep him. I just needed to show my man that trusting me would bring pleasure and comfort.

I need only keep him here until I manage to get these shackles off. What surprised me, however, is that a small part of me wanted those shackles to stay on. Wanted to feel the strength of my man overpowering me, making a mighty Amazon feel weak and small in the presence of his obscene power and domination. To be hunted, and claimed, and marked as his, and used for his own perverse pleasure.

A small part of me… but it was growing.

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