Amazons ashamed

The next morning, the good and humble citizens of the vaguely Greek city of Pseudotheme, with their togas and amphoras and columns and philosophers and whatever else it is vaguely Greek settings have, are astonished to discover that their fair city has been decorated with naked Amazons.

Naked Amazons bound to pillars in the agora. Naked Amazons hanging hogtied from cranes on the docks. Naked Amazons shackled to rocks, their hands cuffed above their heads, their ankles held apart with iron chains by the side of busy thoroughfares. Yes, Shpelunkadunk has had a long busy night ensuring that every last one of the proud warrior women, from the ebony-skinned and full-breasted Eudoxia to the freckled and ginger-curled Meibhe, has been firmly secured in some utterly degrading and very nude position for the whole town to ogle.

The people of Pseudotheme, especially the men, have of course always secretly yearned to see the noble fighting maidens who rule over their town in just such a compromising position. And the Amazons, being bound and gagged, are hardly able to protest, though they glare and fume and mutter and blush and whimper as hundreds of mocking eyes pass over their nubile forms, and the musical laughter of men and women alike rings in their ears. And there they hang, all day long, breasts and bottoms and very naked pussies exposed to the crowd.

Meanwhile, somewhere outside the town, a chariot races through the Arcadian fields of the vaguely Greek part of the universe where all of this is set. Humble olive farmers glance up to watch as the strange conveyance clatters by. A short whip cracks against the exposed, nubile posteriors of the two unfortunate young ladies harnessed to the vehicle. Mud spatters their bare feet as they jog down the country roads.

"Mm mmt mm," whines Xanthe, the raven-haired Amazon warrior princess. Her full breasts bounce, her toned posterior wiggles, her pale thighs pump. A neat triangle of black curls adorns her pussy, exposed for all the countryside to see.

"Thmm mmsn fnmm," grumbles Cleona, the blonde curvaceous valkyrie, her even larger breasts jiggling, her golden curls gleaming in the sunlight. She squeals and picks up the pace as Shpelunkadunk's whip stings her bottom. Still a long way back to the castle, and the two naked Amazons will have to drag the grinning goblin and his haul of stolen panties all the way.