Challenge accepted

"I've never even seen an Amazon before," you wrap your fingers around the chain lead that has been attached to the slip collar around her throat, "and I very much doubt I'll ever get the chance to fuck one if I pass on this." You take in her lean muscled body, firm breasts and long legs; even with the bruises and cuts on her skin, this is a striking woman. "Besides, look at her." Even Theo has to admit that this warrior woman has a body unlike any others, but you can see that if were him, he'd be leading the pretty little brunette back to his tent to teach her what a man can do with a blank canvas like her to work on. Who knows, if you hadn't recently had the pleasure of deflowering a lady of Athenapolis yourself, you might feel differently about your choice now. Once the Amazon's hands are safely secured, you pull her tunic up from her waist and tie the torn rag around her collared neck. You don't particularly care about the woman's modesty, but the last thing you need is to have to fight off any competition that sees this young woman's firm round tits.

The process of taking the Amazon from the officer's **** pit to your tent is surprising in how routine and orderly it is. The clerk at the gate reviews the paperwork you signed earlier and notes the time of your 'withdrawal.'

"Normally, we expect the captives to be returned by noon the next day," the bald clerk pauses to look you over with poorly disguised curiosity. "However, as you are here at the invitation of the Lord Marshal, you may keep this one for as long as you like so long as she remains undamaged." He looks you over again before coming to a decision. "You do know about the dangers of **** one of these Sisters of Accor, don't you?" You nod somberly.

"I've heard it can have some seriously bad side effects." Gossip about the divine protection offered to Amazon warriors is passed from Rider to Rider over mugs of ale in bars and brothels. This is one of the three reasons that the beautiful warrior-women are not hunted from the skies. The Island of Accor sits too far from the mainland to fly a drake so a Rider would have to wait for one of the Amazon ships to bring the inhabitants to him. Furthermore the warrior-women are no delicate tropical flowers, they are both skilled and inhumanly strong; that combined with their divine protection from the unwanted attention of males made it too risky despite their undeniable sexual appeal.

"There's good news too, Rider," the clerk continues with a hint of a smile, "most of these bitches are so horny all the time that it is not hard to work them into a lather. As far as the guild can determine, it is their juices that protects you - so don't skimp on the foreplay lad, it's a gamble, but from what I've heard it is definitely worth the risk." That bit of information is news to you and makes choosing this exotic beauty a much better idea. She would not be the first chained prize that you slowly and surely brought to a boil before sinking your cock into.

The undisguised hatred in the Amazon's eyes makes you doubt just how horny this particular Amazon is, but as you explained to Theo before, how often are you going to get a chance like this? The walk back your tent does not go unnoticed. Although you are not the only man in the camp to be leading fresh captives back to their camps, the Amazons powerful strides and the way her eyes sweep about her like she owns the streets are quite different from the slow shuffle and stunned looks on the faces of the other captives who are only now coming to grips with their fate.

Theo stops outside a tent guarded by two hoplites. The tent is bigger and more luxurious than any you've slept in before - certainly more than spacious enough for what you have in mind. If the guards are surprised to see that you've chosen for your pleasure a muscular woman as tall as you, and as fierce as a trapped lioness they give no indication of their feelings.

"Enjoy yourself, Rider." Laughs Theo nervously, "I hope you know what you are doing." You clasp his forearm squeezing it firmly to thank him for his assistance and to reassure him that you weren't crazy. Your prize doesn't wait to be pushed through the flaps, instead she ducks through the opening as if this were her home, and that you were the one in chains, not the other way around. When you too step into the tent and close the flaps behind you she is waiting beside the center post. A full sized bed sits near the rear of the tent and a table loaded with trays of fruit, bread and meats immediately attracts your attention as does the amphorae of wine and water in stands by the table.

"Now what, Rider?" Asks the woman as she stands with her feet spread in a fighting stance and her shoulders square and erect. "I meant what I said back in the slaver's tent. Take off these chains and I'll give you a chance to win this body fair and square." She pauses long enough to look you over like a cat eyeing a crippled dove licking her lips in anticipation. "Trust me, Little Man, if you are adept enough to best me one-on-one I will give you a ride you will never forget."