Skye regains consciousness.

Skye wakes up a few hours later lying on a the floor of a grass hut. She feels a cold tightness on her neck and feels a cold steel collar wrapped around it. Aside from that, her clothes have been stripped, and her undies have been replaced by a clean thong that's just one size too tight.

She gulps and gets a better idea of how tight it is. Skye already knows what it's for; whoever "saved" her intends to keep her or sell her as a ****.

Luckily, she hasn't been bound in anyway, and the collar seems more ornamental than anything.

Skye figures it's best not to wait for her captors to return and tiptoes out of the straw hut. She peaks outside and sees a few muscled women standing guard in front of the other tents. She quickly and quietly steps outside and before she can get a better look around, an unseen hand grabs her by the thong and yanks her back violently like a yo-yo.

"EEP!" She squeals in response to the thin fabric shooting up her crack.

Another hand wraps around her neck and pulls her thin body between two heaving breasts. She looks back to see they're completely uncovered.

"Now just where do you think you're going, little thing?"

Skye claws at the arm holding her up by the neck. "H-hey! I'm not - gah! - little!

The Amazonian woman lets her arm go, leaving Skye to bounce painfully by the thong she's holding eith the other hand?

"I'm sorry, what did you say?"

She drags our heroine back while she kicks and flails wildly. With a hefty push, she's thrown back into the hut. She rubs her rug-burnt bum and gasps as she yanks the thong out of her crack and re-adjusts it.

"You can't make me your ****. I'll die before I serve you!"

"Ho ho ho!" The Amazon puts her hands on her knees as she bends over, her perfectly toned body towering over Skye like a mountain. "You're awfully spirited for someone so weak! You didn't seem so tough when you were screaming for help after falling into quicksand like a lost child!"

Skye's face turns beet red, as it always does when she's being belittled or mocked.

"Ohh, I'll show you who's spirited, bitch!"

The Amazon takes a step forward and Skye instinctively moves back, landing on her forearm.

"Now, now. That's no way to speak to your superiors. I think you need to be taught a lesson. Unless...."

"Unless what?"

Well, we're not savages, dear. If you want your freedom, you can have it... if you can earn it."

"Earn it how...?" She recoils with a disgusted look on her face.

"I see you don't know how things work here in Amazonia. On this world, the weak serve the strong. The rat serves the snake, the snake serves the hawk, and so on. And weak little two-bit smugglers from Freeboria who land near my hunting party serve me. It's just the way life is. The strong serve the weak."

"I'm not weak!" Skye protests. "You had me at a disadvantage...."