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"I got lucky Rider." Frankly, you are a little surprised that Miranda says anything at all, but once she starts her tale of woe comes out in fits and starts. "I was injured in the Battle of Elaina; my right leg strained so badly that I could not even stand, and so I was not sold with my Sisters in that first horrific auction." You had arrived at Athenapolis a year following the defeat of the Amazon Queen and the infamous special auction that followed. Over one-hundred of the chained warrior-women were sold one-by-one to the frenzied men bidding for a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to own and tame an Amazon. Although you missed the actual event, you did hear all about the disastrous aftermath of this auction.

"By the time I was fit enough to be sold," Miranda has a cruel smile on her face, "the demand for Amazon flesh was greatly reduced." It was a scandal that rocked the upper echelons of Athenapolis; the Slaver's Guild must have known the danger of the curse, they had, after-all been raiding the jungle island of Accor for years now. Depending on who was telling you the story, the greedy slavers either downplayed the risks or their lust-driven audience did not take the warnings seriously because a week after the sale, almost fifty of the city's richest most powerful men mysteriously vanished from public sight and rumors of the curse were taken more seriously. In a way, the city of Athenapolis suffered almost as much from their 'Victory' as the Amazons did in defeat.

"But there were still men who willing to take the chance?" Considering that you were taking exactly that same risk, you shouldn't be all that surprised, but you're not a regular person either.

"Oh yeah, Rider," there were still plenty of men looking to **** a beautiful young Amazon like me." She rolls over, but whether it is because she wants to pull away from your hand or because she wants to be able to look you in the face is unclear. "Those bastards figured out they could still play with their prizes using whips, clamps and all sorts of deviant toys." Her grey eyes stare at you unblinkingly, "I've never had a man inside me, Rider, but I've had almost anything else you could imagine." Pulling her into your arms you hold her tightly against you.

"I'm sorry." It is inadequate, but what else could you say?

"Fuck you, Rider! I don't want any man's sympathy." The words are as harsh as ever, but she allows you to hold her body as she lies stiffly on the bed by your side. "It doesn't matter, because it wasn't all that long before I was sold again. This time the man who paid for me had something else in mind." At the moment you are finding it difficult to think of anything except for spreading this young woman's legs and wonder why else a man would pay good gold for someone like this.

"My next master bought me as a bodyguard his daughters." The warm closeness of her body is marred by the cool heavy links of the chain that binds her wrists to her waist. In spite of this reminder that Miranda is not here as a willing lover, your hands move over her curves taking note of the way the Amazon's nipples tighten as you stroke her. "He figured his girls would be safe 'cause I didn't have a cock," her abrupt laugh makes you wonder what the joke is, "but he was a decent man, and I did the best I could without either my armor or weapons."

"Damn it, Rider!" The blonde woman is once again struggling in my arms. I guess the hand that wandered down between her thighs went a little too far. "If you try to fuck me, this will be the last pussy your cock will ever ****!"