Welcome to Amazonia

"Blood...EE...Fuck...ING...STAIRS!" Set complained, panting, as he finally reached the top of the stairs. He thought of himself as in good shape, well better than good shape, but the staircase had seemed neverending and the constant circling upwards was giving him a headache. Or maybe it was the fact he hadn't eaten and drank in god knows how long. Or that he'd been recently knocked out by a **** dart. Or that he'd just soaked two girls in multiple tidal waves of cum... Whatever, those bastards stairs were done with now, and as far as he was concerned they could crawl into a hole and die.

He looked up, pushed open the heavy wooden door in front of him, and blinked fiercely. Goddamn, it was still sunny! All that time spent fucking by torchlight meant he now had trouble adjusting to the scene before him. His cock, however, somehow, inexplicably, seemed to be a bit quicker on the uptake than his actual vision, twitching a little in his re-adorned pants.
As he squinted in the blazing sunshine, he saw that he was on some kind of wooden platform, almost like a stage, overlooking what looked like a small amphitheatre of stone, surrounded by high fences of sharp stakes. He wasn't far from the ground, perhaps a few metres, and there were steps leading down from the platform to the amphitheatre floor. More fucking stairs! Set groaned.

But wait, he'd got this wrong. Why the hell was he focusing on his surroundings when there were - godDAMN - about a hundred stunningly hot women, of every race and ethnicity, every hair colour, every proportion of svelte hourglass figure it was possible to have, all thronging the amphitheatre looking up at him! Black, arabic, caucasian, asian... blondes, broads, redheads... big tits, huge tits, MASSIVE tits...
Set stared, and stared some more. It was nearly impossible to get a good enough perv on any one woman before his gaze drifted to another, even hotter, even bustier one. Calm down, part of his brain told another part of his brain. You'll get time. You'll get time to check out all these chicks. Just relax. Be cool.

He waved at them cheerily, and was met with open-mouthed silence. "Man, what's up with these gals?" He muttered, feeling a bit awkward but doing his best not to show it.
"It has been a long, long time since most of them have seen a male." A husky, exotic voice murmured behind him.
He span around, only then noticing the other person on the platform, standing to his side and with her back against the dusty sandstone wall which the door had opened out from. She was a tall and very curvaceous black woman in what looked like her early thirties, with a sultry and yet impenetrable visage, beautiful as the others but enhanced in ways both mystical and alluring. Her big dark eyes were framed in rich, curling makeup, her extra long lashes blinking heavily at him in a sphynixlike glare. Her jet black hair swirled down her fine form in waves, all the way down to her exposed midriff, which was adorned with shining red and green jewels.
But this time, Set had now had enough experience of super-hot foxes to not lose himself once again. "Why are you glaring at me?" He demanded. "Ain't as pleased to see me as your girlfriends?"
If possible, she glared even harder. "I was glaring...man they call Lion... because you have been staring at my chest for a while now."

Ah. Set glanced back up to her face. It wasn't his fault that her big rack - dark-skinned, pushed up and with a plunging neckline - was so enticing. She was clothed in red and black fabrics, lined with what looked like strips and buckles of expensive metals. Her wide hips were naked apart from a jewelled black thong and a tight leather belt strung with pendants, flasks, vials, pouches and even what appeared to be miniature weapons, in a manner similar to Set's own belts, except far more glamorous. Arcane patterns daubed a metal-supported black bustier, which clutched at her expansive tits, propping them up and forward to the extent that the intention appeared to be to present them to a visitor - friend or foe - before anything else, giving him or her no option to but to take them...firmly...into account. A very sexually powerful woman, Set accurately guessed.

"I - uh - well yes. Your tits are awesome, so sue me." Set winked.
"I know." She replied simply, in her hot, breathy tones, then she sighed. "Okay. My name is Zayi. I am a priestess, the witch doctor here, and second in command to the High Priestess. She talked to you in the Arena, and will meet you later. But first, you have to honour our Prophecy."
"Ermm.." Set interrupted. "Can't I just... wander around boning everyone?" He asked hopefully.
Zayi gave a flicker of a smile. "Soon enough. And this tradition is little different. You must choose the Zlutta."
"The... wha? The Slutter? That just sounds like a slu-"
"The Zlutta is a position of great honour. It is your First Woman, your Choice Lady, your girl to bed and to satisfy in private. One of the few things that must be done in privacy in Amazonia. It is written that Zlutta will be a girl of powerful sex appeal, inner strength, power, and yes, sluttiness. It is your choice alone."
"I get it. I choose a girl, fuck her silly, and then I can do what I want? Well, that is kind of what I want anyway, but I'd like to wander about a bit too. A bit."
"Yes. You will get free reign of Amazonia after your take a girl as your woman and make her Zlutta."

"Hmm. Fair enough. I suppose. Time for questions?"
Zayi sighed again. "Question time can come later. The prophecy must be sealed. The Zlutta MUST be chosen now."
"Time for one question?"
Zayi scowled. "Fine. Make it quick."
"You girls sure seem to have quick time schedules. You need to chill. This ain't a cum-race." Set scratched his head. "Okay, what I don't get most of all, and there's quite a lot I'm having a hard time coming to terms with here... is how come you all speak English?"
Zayi widened her eyes incredulously. "THAT'S what you're concerned about?"
Set shrugged his shoulders. Hey, he was still an explorer, he was still a scholar - okay he wasn't so much a scholar, but he sure wasn't a dumbass. He liked to know things.

Zayi took a deep breath. "Okay, this might answer more than one question. We come from all over. You see that we are all races. Groups of our ancestors left, or were exiled, from communities all over the world, in ages before. Exiled for being sluts, for being 'nymphomaniacs'. For being sexually gifted, sexually blessed, physically blessed... and we were ostracised for it!
Fathers kicked out their whorish daughters for sleeping with half the village. Husbands drove away their busty, slut wives for wanting too much sex. Promiscuous nubile youth were condemned as being possessed. Armed mobs chased away girls just because they were found fucking each other. Even ladies caught with their pants down by their ankles getting sodomised in their juicy butts by the town drunk - the drunk would blame the Devil or the drink and the girl would be the scorn of the town, at the very least. Every hypocrite turned. Every one had to be careful of how many cocks they sucked, how often they got buttfucked, even how big their tits were! Some were cast out just for having over a certain breast size!
Idealogy and intolerance, dogma and dictum - it all threatened us... either we were **** out or we left in disgust at the weaknesses, misguided values and prejudices of those around us.
Many joined new societies, and tried to fit in, or use their charms to influence and manipulate others, but many also found their way here, to this paradise. It started out small, a haven for those like us. It grew and grew, to this perfect utopia of Sluthood.
Because we come from all over we know many languages. Many of them are old languages, but we adapted. We have had missionaries, in the past. We have taken their books. We have sometimes gone out and stole our own. We have learnt from others, from old travellers..."
"You girls sure know a lot of dirty words for having learnt from missionaries." Set interrupted. "And why aren't there any m-"
"Enough questions." Zayi snapped. "You will learn more later, if you so desire, from the High Priestess. You must choose now, before the day is over!"
"Before the day is over? Hell, I got ages..."
"NOW!"
"Alright, alright." Set inflated his chest and scanned the crowd. "Time to pick me this Slutter girl..."

Zayi waved her hand at the crowd gathered below. "The Lion Man is now going to choose His Zlutta! Please present yourselves!"
Set ogled as the women below, who had presumably recovered from the shock of seeing a male in their life, immediately started trying to draw Set's attention. They pushed their bulging tits together, they turned around and bent over to show off their big round asses, they pouted, bit and licked their lips, fluttered their eyelashes, fondled themselves in every way imaginable; some used small objects carried on their person to push in and out of their deep cleavage, and some pulled other girls to them to kiss and feel up. Most of them though did the whole damn lot.

"I love this place." Set said. "I really, really fucking love it."