Used to train the younger Amazons

“I know!” the big redhead says. “We’ll use you to train up the new recruits! They always need practice in hand-to-hand combat. Besides, boot camp is so stressful. They need to work out their aggressions somehow.”

You gulp as you’re carried on a stick like a piece of cargo into the Amazonian city. The place is as big and imposing as the women handling you. Golden spires tower overhead and tough, spear-wielding giants patrol the streets, spears in hand.

Clothing appears to be optional. Breasts swing free and many go without even a loincloth. Strangely, the population seems to be made entirely of women ranging from just into adulthood to a decade or so older. You suspect that this entire settlement is actually the Amazonian training camp.

“Trainer Bathilda!” the redhead shouts. “We’ve got a new set of training supplies for the recruits!”

The large, brown haired Amazon with a scar across her face is the roughest and toughest Amazon you’d ever seen.

Bathilda bursts out laughing when she sees you. “Bwahaha! That’s the wimpiest human male I’ve ever seen! Forget the fresh recruits, maybe we want to throw him in as a toy at the day care center!”

“He’s still got to be worth a few merit points for us.” One of your captors asserts.

After a bit of haggling, you’re traded off for 35 merit points. You have a sinking suspicion that 35 merit points isn’t worth very much around here.

Bathilda undoes your bonds and gets rid of the hogtie, which she exchanges for some leather bindings on your hands and feet, with a thin metal one around your neck attached to a chord. It’s obvious this is a leash.

“You’re lucky this is all I had on hand. If you behave you’ll be released from the cuffs and the collar will be replaced with a more decorative one. You’ll serve as a teaching aid under directed supervision.

“If you don’t plan on behaving, I’ll replace this one with cold, cast iron that I’ll have smelted in place. Permanent cuffs will be attached to your hands and feet and we’ll brand your ass with an ownership tag so everybody knows where you belong.

So what’s it going to be? Are you going to behave yourself, Doe?”