Quite an Awakening

I am back in the **** market. The blindingly bright baking sun is at its zenith. The noise and smell and sights of glorious Rome all comes flooding back. I am naked, on my hands and knees, a heavy collar attached to a chain around my neck. Around me citizens in their long togas stand facing me. I am on the platform!

Reaching up I feel the rough iron ring encircling my neck. I frantically pull at it but it is too strong. “I’m not a ****.” I beseech the hard uncaring faces looking at me. “There’s been a mistake. I am a free man! I don’t belong here!” I look left and right to see that it is only me and that wicked man in yellow up here. I try to stand but the chain snaps taut and forces me back to my knees. I plead with the **** master. “I’m not supposed to be here. I am not a ****.”

From out of his sleeve he produces a familiar piece of parchment. “You signed the contract boy. You should have read it all.”

“You said no tricks!”

He throws his head back and laughs a booming wicked laugh.

Cutting through the din of the crowd I hear a familiar voice. “I warned you. He never should have left the farm. Strong of body but weak of mind.”

“Grandpa?” I turn to see standing well back from the platform among the others my family huddled together. “Mom!” I cry out…and then I see who is standing beside her. “Dad? Papa, you’re alive?” I pull against my chains but it is no use. None of them speak but in their eyes I see deep disappointment. “Mama! Papa! I was tricked. I’m not a ****!” As one they all turn their backs and leave the square. “NO!”

Moving into the space they vacate is a towering figuring, head and shoulders above the others in the crowd. It is a woman with the muscular build of an imposing Amazon warrior. It takes me a moment but I recognize the violet to pink hair and pointed ears. “Rosa?” Her eyes glow with a light of their own, her skin is crimson, and the horns at her crown are jagged and a foot long. She wears only a tight breast wrap and loin cloth, both bulging heavily.

She leers at me and licks her shark-like teeth. “How much for the boy?” She growls.

“One hundred and sixty!” The auctioneer says.

“I will have him.” She says and throws him a purse full of coin. The crowd parts as she strides through them. Coming up onto the platform in one great step she towers over me with the blazing sun just over her shoulder.

I squint up at her and grovel at her feet. “Rosa. Help me.”

Her huge powerful hands reach down and snap the collar from my neck as if it were sewing thread. Then, wrapping her long fingers around my neck, she forces me down onto my back right there on the platform. “You wanted a pleasure **** boy, but it is you who will pleasure me!”

“No!” I shake my head as much as I could in her tight grip. “No!” Despite my protest and struggle my manhood stood hard.

With her free hand Rosa tears the clothes from her body. Her enormous breasts and horse-sized cock spill free. She bears down on me. I cannot fight her. She is too big, too powerful, too dangerous.

Around me I hear the gasps of disgust from those watching. “Doesn’t he know she’s an Amazon?” “He is sinful.” “What a wretched boy.” “Grotesque!” “He is a shame to his family.”

I stare up in wide-eyed awe at her massive face hovering just inches above mine, her intense magenta eyes burning a with soul consuming fire. “No.” I whisper weakly.

And then…I feel her breath. Warm, gentle, smelling of cheese and olives. It blew from her mouth, through her dagger like teeth, but it didn’t fit. The breath was a welcome intrusion from another place and another time. Still keeping me pinned to the ground she raises her other hand and brings it down on my crotch! And then it happens again…I feel her touch. A touch out of place with the rest of what is happening. It is not a strike but a tender caress. Nothing like this fearsome monster looming above me. She strokes me and I feel it! Ohhhh how I feel it!

“HAH!” I gasp as my eyes flare open to see Luna gleaming in the starry sky above. It was just a dream…yet I could still feel her!

My hand shoots down and I take Rosa’s slender wrist in a white knuckled grip. It is only then I feel her warm body pressed at my side, her soft breath wafting across my cheek, and her small supple hand beneath my blanket and tunic wrapped around my rock hard cock. She let out a little grunt at the strength of my grip.

I turn my head and look at her in stunned shock, my mind still struggling to catch up. “What…? What are you…?”

Silently, patiently, she gazes into my eyes with an openness and a tenderness I had never seen in anybody before. The only sound is that of my panting breath. I don’t know why…something about how she looked at me…but I slowly let my hand go loose and release her wrist. With her arm free she begins to slowly but steadily stroke my dick in a light grip.

She whispers in a voice so quiet I can barely hear it despite how close she was. “Good boy.”

Oh her hand! Oh gods! I never knew anything could feel this good! I knew this was wrong but…by Eros did it feel right! I had pleasured myself countless but was a pale comparison to how this felt. Her small hand is sooooo much softer than my own and she knew exactly the right places to tighten and loosen her grasp.

With her other hand she teases my thick hair in her twirling fingers. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” She whispers.

I nod stiffly.

“Good.” She smiles. “You’ve had such a stressful day Master. Just relax. Let me make you feel better. You’re a good boy. Such a good boy.”

“Nnngh!” I whine. Why was she calling me a boy? What was happening here?

“You called my name in your sleep. You were dreaming about me. That makes me happy.” She says. “My good good boy. Such a strong handsome Master.”

“Mmmmm!” Fuck this felt so good! So good! And the way she spoke to me…it was doing things to me that I couldn’t comprehend.

She stops and squeezes my dick and it flexes in her grip. “You have a beautiful cock Master.” She starts stroking once more and combs her fingers through my hair. “Such a good boy.”

My breathing gets even more rapid and shallower. My panting rising and irregular. The wildly erotic feelings build and build. Her wide eyes keep me absolutely enthralled. She was so cute, so sexy, so irresistible. I found myself wishing that she would kiss me even though I wouldn’t dare to kiss her. I wanted her to be the one to do it. Had she cast a spell on me? Was this some demon power? I felt so powerless…yet so wonderful!

I bring both my arms up above my head and clasp my hands together as the pressure in my balls grows. Her sweet smile grows. Reaching up she places her hand over my clenched together fists and holds them there. Had she been that warrior from my dream I couldn’t have resisted her brute strength, but despite the fact it was this girl that was half my size I still felt just as helpless to escape. My muscles flex as I let these unbelievable feelings flow through me.

“Nnnnngh.” I couldn’t hold back my whimpering moan.

“You’re doing so good. You’re so beautiful. I can feel your power rising.” She murmurs. “Are you going to cum for me Master?”

I nod rapidly I huff quick shallow breaths and squirm as my orgasm approaches. Though my body bends and writhes I dared not pull my hands away from where she held them. I liked it! I liked her control of me. I yearned for it.

She presses tight into me and I feel her small supple breasts touch me. Getting right in next to my ear she breathes. “Don’t hold it in. That’s it. Cum for me Master. Cum for me. Cum for your **** girl.”

“Hunhhhhh!” My voice is high and mewling as my climax overwhelms me entirely. I am shaken to the core by an explosion of pleasure as my manhood throbs in her hand.

Quick as a nymph her other hand darts down to cup my tip and catch my seed. Her milking strokes are long and hard as my cum shoots out into her hand. Wad after incredible wad of my hot jizz pumps out as I ride ecstasy itself.

“Good boy! Good boy! Such a good boy.” Her cooing words takes my rapture even higher. “Let me hear you moan.”

“Ohhhhhh!” Ambrosia itself couldn’t be this good. “Ohhhhhh!”

When it is over I lay there panting and slightly trembling at the power of my release. It was only her hand yet having another pleasure you…it was a whole different level of bliss. Masturbation couldn’t touch this feeling.

She milks the final dregs from my cock then pulls her hands away. Turning away from me she wipes her palm in the grass then cleans it with some of the water.

It is during this time, as the glow of my release fades, that I feel a shame and an embarrassment like I had never experienced crash over me like a mighty wave. I let a woman touch me! A woman who wasn’t my wife. An Amazon woman and a ****! And I let a woman initiate a sexual act. It is supposed to be the other way around. Always. That was the proper way. I let her call me a boy. A boy! I let her hold me down. I let her take control. I let myself enjoy it. Why did I enjoy that? And those high mewling moans…so weak and unmanly! As incredible as my high had been, my humiliation now was twice as intense.

“Thank you Quin.” She whispers. “You were amazing.”

I lay stiffly and pull my blanket tight around me. I stare straight ahead, not able to even glance her direction.

“Quin?” She says softly, sensing all was not right. “Are you okay?”

“Go to sleep.” I say in clipped terse voice.

“Quin?”

I stew in my shame trying to think of something to say. “Go to sleep Rosa.”

“Very well Quin.”

“And Rosa.”

“Yes?”

“I’ve changed my mind. You call me Master from now on. Slaves shouldn’t call their master by name.”

There is a long quiet pause before she says. “Yes Master.”

“Also, I’m a man. I’m not a boy. I’m not a sissy!”

“Sissy?”

“I’m a man!”

“Yes Master. You are a man.” Her gentle voice is contrite and her ears droop. “You are a good man. I am sorry Master. I made a mistake. I was a bad ****. But…I want to repay you for all of your kindness. I want to serve you. I thought you would enjoy that. Most men…”

“I didn’t enjoy it. It was filthy. Don’t do it again.”

“Yes Master.” She says sadly. “My apologies.”

“Go to sleep. Do not bother me again.”

“Yes Master.”

She lays down at my side, a little further away then before and not daring to touch my arm this time. The common knowledge of slaves had been right after all. You go soft on them and they will take advantage of you. I wouldn’t forget this lesson soon. Deep down though, gnawing at me, was the knowledge that I could have stopped it at any time. She hadn’t used a spell or some demon charm on me. I laid here willingly for her. For the rest of the night I lay there steeping in my anger and shame watching the heavens creep from East to West until the glow of morning brightens the horizon.