AMAZONIA! ('Bout fuckin' time!)

Set woke up, feeling groggy and disorientated.
…The fuck? He thought, fumbling around like a blind man. It was very dark and he was lying on some smooth stone floor. He looked up and could almost make out shadowy figures way above him. There was just enough faint light, seeping in from an adjacent area a half dozen metres up, to reveal these figures as individual people silently watching him, looking down on him from all around, spread out in a great circle. Any further details were impossible to tell in this blackness.

Set instinctively reached to his waist, but his sword and his gun weren’t there. Fuck.
He staggered to his feet and sighed.
“Alright! Thanks for that, y’know, shooting me in the neck. That was kind of you. You could have just asked nicely and maybe I’d have done what you said and gone to this… cave… willingly. But no. You had to shoot me in the neck… with some poisoned dart thing.”
An authoritative and powerful female voice echoed around the cavern in reply. “It is not a cave. We could not take chances with you. We do not know your intentions.”
Set tried to make out where the voice was coming from, but only saw a patch of blackness. “My intentions are strictly honourable!” He lied. “So where am I? And where’s Alyxia?” He cupped his hands to his mouth. “LIX! ALYXIA! Fucking help me out of this place, I’m too horny to be stuck in a cave!”
The Voice sailed around his ears once more, bouncing off the stone walls. “It’s not a cave. Your female friend is currently indisposed. Do not worry about her.”
“You better not be doing her wrong.” Set gritted his teeth. “If you lay a single mark on those perfect breasts of hers!” He warned. “I’ll… well I’ll get out of this cave and kick your ass!”
“It’s not a fucking cave!” The Voice shouted down. “For fuck’s sake. It’s the Second Arena. And Alyxia is not being harmed. Far from it. She is currently being lavished with tongues and fingers, drowning in heaving breasts and asses, surrendering herself to orgasm after orgasm in our welcome initiation.”
“Oh yeah?” Called Set back. “So what’s the First Arena for?” He paused, and let his brain digest the rest of his words. “Wait a second, that’s pretty hot. Where in the nine hells am I?"
“The First Arena is for training and gladiatorial combat. The Second Arena is for… other uses. You, man, are in Amazonia. Have some respect.”

Set reached up and punched the air with his fist. “Yes! I knew I’d find it! Ah, that’s the best news I’ve had since… since Alyxia’s tits.”
“You didn’t find us, we found you. Did you really think your blundering around would go unnoticed?”
“Potayto, potahto. Well hello then. My name is S- My name is Lion.” Set figured that name would be better suited in such a place. “And where is my welcome initiation? I don’t recall being shot in the neck, poisoned and thrown in some c-, some miserable arena as particularly welcoming.”
“Lion? A powerful name. Do you really think you can live up to that, man?”
“Sure I can baby. I’m the king of beasts!” Set pushed out his chest and gave a rakish grin, unfortunately lost to everyone in the darkness.
“That remains to be seen. Your welcome initiation is also your challenge. If you pass it, you will reap the rewards. If you fail, you will be sacrificed. We cannot allow anyone to know of Amazonia and leave.”
“Yeah, yeah. Whatever. I love a challenge. If it’s a fun one. Y’know, fighting giant tigers, slaying dragons and -”
“Sisters!” The Voice interrupted, and the other figures turned towards it. “Light the torches!”
The figure all around the arena turned to the walls and pulled levers. There were countless sparks and all around the circular pit torches flickered immediately into incandescent life.

Finally, Set could see properly. Well, better than before. The arena floor was as simple and boring as he had first guessed. The figures were still draped in shadows, but he could finally see them in the soft light of the flickering fires for who they were.
Fuck! Set’s mouth dropped open as he gazed up at a multitude of women clad in exotic purple and red cloth and shining jewellery. They appeared to be of all manner of races; with golden blondes, shining silvers, chestnut brunettes, dusky black hairs and all other shades of long lush locks flowing down from small but elegant beaded headdresses.
The cloth was tight fitting, clinging to their impossibly svelte forms. The ends of the thin sashes and scant robes ended just under wide hips, and from Set’s position, if it wasn’t still gloomy, he could have made out their inner thighs and maybe even pussies. As they were all facing towards him he couldn’t see their asses, but he assumed that, given the size of all their hips, the bottoms of their voluptuous buttocks would be hanging out their microskirt sashes. Some of the girl’s sashes acted more as belts barely covering their crotches than any sort of real garment.
The sleek and wavy manes of the females framed strong but gorgeous faces, dolled up in rich natural makeup. Sultry long-lashed eyes of all colours and tints wreathed in heavy dark eyeliner and vibrant eyeshadow. Oh, and blowjob lips all around.
Some of the faces were partially obscured, given the angle he was looking, by their bursting out chests. Even the smallest breasts there, Set guessed, his mouth salivating, were the sizes of Alyxia’s entrancing boobs. They stuck out far from every girl’s otherwise slim and toned torso. For some it was a wonder they didn’t fall over. He could only guess that it was a mixture of good posture, strong sashes and cords tying the bulging globes in place, and the bottom-heavy counterbalance of their large round asses.
Set couldn’t wait to see each and every one of these girls close up.

He became aware that the Voice had been talking the whole time he had been staring at the curvaceous bombshell Amazons. He looked to its direction but only saw a large impenetrable purple veil, held stretched across by two buxom females to cloak the Voice in mystery.
“… and so prepare to face the challenge.” It finished.
“…Whassat?” Set enquired good-naturedly.
The Voice offered no further response, but a creaking noise came from the darkest part of the pit, and Set correctly realised it was the entrance to the Second Arena. He wondered what horrors might await him. More of those great white tigers probably. And a shark. A land shark, of course. He peered into the inky blackness.
Out of which sashayed two of the most alluring and striking women he had ever laid eyes on. And, from head to toe, they were completely naked.

Light reddish toned skin, seemingly enhanced with skin dyes due to the almost succubus-like redness of the pigment. Long smooth legs leading up to thick thighs, sylphlike arms and hands on hips. Light blonde hair layered and done up in rubies at the ends in what looked suspiciously to Set like pigtails.
One of the women casually twisted around upon approach, walking backwards for just a few steps, revealing bulging round buttocks, the bubble butt sticking out obscenely from a slender back, the bulbous red cheeks rubbing hard against each other with each purposefully exaggerated switch. She turned back, a long tongue snaking out to lick the top of her scarlet lips, the other one keeping hers pursed in a constant mock-kiss, a stuck-up and slutty pout. Two sets of dark eyes, half closed with the sort of sweeping black lashes that women would gladly pay for, burned like fire into Set’s mind.
The faces of the girls, burnished with rouge, were very similar, and it was obvious that they were twins. But there was one very apparent difference. Both of these temptresses were well endowed, with huge jugs carried high on their chests, swaying from side to side in their sultry walk towards Set. But whereas the girl with the massive booty had, Set estimated, 34E tits, the one with the smaller ass (yet still deliciously round and luscious) possessed mouth-watering 34H melons. Set ached to squeeze those massive tanned orbs and pinch those fat erect nipples.
They finally stopped a couple of feet away from him, and looked down at his crotch.

Set hadn’t listened to the introduction and so didn’t know these females names, so he mentally dubbed them Tits and Booty, respectively. Tits was the first to speak.
“So… Lion. Me and my sister hope you’ve got what it takes. We’ve been waiting a long time to be tested, and the last six applicants fell short, so we've been getting impatient and frustrated for big hard cock in our tight warm holes. You’d better measure up, and you'd better last the ride, because it's your life at stake.”
Booty winked and reached out her hand to Set's belt.