Becoming Bait

"I think I know just what to do with the little Doe," The redhead commented, already bestowing upon you an effeminate nickname (or perhaps it was just a common amazon name for the more girlish looking humans).

"But Farah, aren't we taking him back to the village?" The youngest amazon questioned, addressing the redhead.

"In time, Cassia," Farah commented, releasing her grip on your hair and allowing you to rest your neck, "A single Doe hardly makes for a good raid. Isn't that right, Belka?"

"One, no. Two, maybe. But we need stronger breeders." The amazon ahead of you, apparently Belka, commented.

"Then it's settled, we return to the village with more breeders and less Doe," Farah announced, running a hand down your body as she looked at you with a wicked grin, "But I think this one will help with that..."

"I'm not going to help you!" You're quick to shout. It was less a matter of honor and duty to refuse and more the mere fact that aiding the amazons in attacking a caravan would quickly put a bounty on your head. Unfortunately, it seemed that whether or not you were willing didn't mater.

"Drop the Doe." Farah ordered, ignoring your cries. The order was quickly carried out, with both amazons immediately releasing their hold on the pole. You had time to cry out in surprise before you impacted the slightly muddy earth with a wet smack. Pinned down and unable to roll yourself over, the best you could do was turn your head to glare at the women.

"Show me our prizes," Farah ordered, her commands once again being followed immediately. Belka and Cassia quickly unloaded the sacks they'd been carrying effortlessly. A few crates of various fruits and vegetables landed with thuds, followed quickly by a fluttering of various fine linens, most for noblewomen and wealthier peasants. Cassia finishes off the collection by tossing your armor onto the pile.

"What are you thinking, Farah?" Cassia asked, too young to realize what the elder amazon had in mind.

"You know how much the humans like their frail women, don't you Belka?" Farah asked as if her question would answer Cassia's question.

"I like your plan..." Belka commented, moving towards you and rolling you over.

"What plan!? I told you I wouldn't help you!" You shout, your voice wavering as Belka's hands, each bigger than your head make contact with your body.

You tense up as she grabs you by the collar of your chainmail, giving you a worrisome grin. With a single tug, she tears the chain shirt off of you, links of brittle metal cracking and breaking one after another. Holding up the tattered armor, she gives a shrug before tossing it towards the pile of loot and returning her attention to you, her petrified prisoner. Her hand moves down, a single finger digging paste the waist of your tights, it brushes against your pitifully sized manhood, causing an unwanted hardening. You grit your teeth, blushing in embarassment. Even without a visual comparison, you feel like the amazon's pointer finger might be bigger than your dick. With a quick pull, Belka tears off your tights, leaving you naked and covered in filth.

"W...wow....they look so weird," Cassia notes, looking over Belka's shoulder at your naked form. Despite looking to be around 19 or 20, this seemed to be the first time she saw a naked male.

"Most are a bit bigger," Belka commented, running a thick finger down your shaft, causing it to tremble.

"We'll be doing this with or without your approval, Doe," Farah stated, running a hand down a silken dress fit for a busty duchess.