Learning the Ways of Tonobari Village

Using the key provided to you, you unshackle yourself from the metal rings letting the leather straps fall away as you do so. Rubbing your sore wrists, you look up through the now open entryway, in an attempt to see your captor, but the light that floods in from above blinds you. You lift your right hand, shading your eyes and squint.

The command is repeated a second time. More loudly.

???: “Get out of there, NOW.”

Glancing down at yourself, you try to protest,

You: “But, I’m injured… How do you expect me to climb this ladder?”

An arrow whistles past your face, and buries itself in the cell's back wall somewhere behind you. A single droplet of blood trickles down your cheek from a newly formed scratch.

???: “Find a way. Or the next one won’t miss.”

You stare for a few seconds in shock, then, your attention snapping back, you warily try to collect your clothes that still lie on the floor drying. Another forceful command stops you in your tracks,

???: “Leave them. You won’t be needing those anymore. We’ll burn them later.”

Knowing that you weren’t being given a choice, you hastily move back to the base of the rope ladder and tentatively start your arduous climb up the short distance. Your ascent is excruciatingly slow, as you’re only able to use your right hand due to your left shoulder’s injuries. You feel blistering pain surge through your palm each time you grasp a rung in the ladder, the feeling akin to hot flames or scolding water on your bruised flesh. As you emerge onto the surface above once again, a pair of hands, feminine in charm, pull you up the rest of the way with strength exceeding anything you would have ever attributed them, and dumps you on the ground in a heap. Finally able to see clearly, you realize that the person who freed you is the Amazon called Meges.

She looks down on you as you lie in the dirt.

Meges: “Put this on.”

She says this in a firm, even tone, while extending her slender arm out toward you, something held within her grasp. You approach cautiously to inspect what she’s holding.

A leash and… A collar?!

It was unmistakably so. A studded brown leather collar, with a braided rope attached to one end. Your face contorts in disgusted resentment.

You: “I am NOT-”

She cuts you off.

Meges: “You either wear this, or I'm putting an arrow between your eyes… Make your choice.”

She says this with a stern look on her face and an uncompromising tone in her voice. Certain that you wouldn’t be able to handle her if an altercation broke out, in part because she was armed, and in part because of your weakened condition, you begrudgingly comply. In the back of your mind, you knew the real reason was because of her clear physical superiority, outclassing yours by a wide margin, even if you hadn't been hurt.

She smiles, pleased.

Meges: “Good. Now follow me.”

She gives the leash a small tug to make sure it's secure then turns her back to you and starts stalking off at a brisk pace, her gait graceful and flowing. With her long and beautiful legs Meges is able to travel some distance before you even have time to really notice. Feeling the tension growing in the leash, you have **** but to quickly follow.

The two of you walk in silence, you trailing quietly behind her. The path you travel is a well-worn dirt road lined with large porous stones, probably collected from the beach. It leads from the location of your captivity, a small isolated hole in the ground, secluded in a quiet corner of the woods, into a village that bustles with the activity of a thriving community.

Meges: “This is Tonobari Village.”

Meges says this without bothering to look back. You get the feeling that she's expecting you to listen to her every word without question. The name of the village does indeed catch your attention.

The same name as the islands Anna and I planned on visiting? ... Does that mean they’re close by? Or is this…

Your thoughts ends abruptly as you take in the scene before you.

Comprised of hundreds of small wooden huts built in a circular pattern around several larger structures, the village is both beautiful and architecturally sublime. Tall trees grow interspersed amid the homes and stretch high above everything else, obscuring the view of the land from the air. The scenery is reminiscent of a lost city. A hidden utopia. Numerous people go about their daily lives: vending their unusual wears, purchasing exotic looking foods from various bustling marketplaces, and even several street performers hold their shows for all to see. All of this is still too far away to make out clearly.

However, as you step further into the village to get a better view of the spectacle before you, certain things begin to catch your attention. To your mounting alarm, the only people who appear free, walking in the open and unrestrained, are native women. Amazons. There is not a single indigenous man among them. Even more stunning is the fact that many of the items which are out on display as you pass by the markets, are of a sexual nature: Dildos made from smoothed wood and wrapped in greased animal hides, various tools and devices to restrain the penis, some made from woven thorns while others are formed from steel, and an assortment of gags, restraints, paddles, funnels, and cages, among numerous other things. Many Amazons crowd these shops, taking their time selecting what they want. You see that some of these dark skinned warriors go about their daily activities accompanied by people who seem to be outsiders. You can’t help but notice an ever present dynamic among them, and it frightens you to the core. Many of Amazons have fair skinned female counterparts by their side, several of them walk hand in hand while others possessively wrap their arm around their partner's shoulder. The dark beauties occasionally let their hands wonder, grasping at the bottoms or breasts of their companion. They sometimes even go so far as to let their hands slip nonchalantly beneath their partner's clothing to fondle their body’s directly. You realize that the people who you'd initially pegged as street performers, were actually the more daring of these Amazons, mounting and aggressively fucking their women in board daylight and in the middle of the walking path, drawing a large audience in the process.

W… WHAT IN THE HELL?!?

You are left utterly speechless.

You try to rationalize it in your head, as it's the only thing you can really do.

…Th- they must be using some kind of dildo or strap-on… They h... have to be...

Y… yes! …Obviously! …

The memory of what you saw before passing out in the clearing yesterday, blocked from your mind.

Even with all of this going on in front of you, you still notice that there are indeed males present among the people walking the street, however none of them are the recipients of such open displays of intimacy. No affection, on the part of the Amazons, is really shown to them at all. Every man you see timidly walks behind a couple, with a collar around his neck and a leash in the hand of the escorting Amazon. If the man does not walk fast enough, he is simply yanked along by the collar or shouted at harshly. Dejection shows on all of their faces. Most of the Amazons and other women appear to have amicable relationships with one another, chatting happily back and forth while they browse the selection of toys, men trudging behind them in grim silence. A few of the women though, still appear conflicted. They throw worried glances at the men who follow behind them, but say nothing. The Amazons in these pairings seem to smile smugly to themselves each time their partner looks back in concern, holding their women a little closer and whispering quiet words into their ears, leaving them wide eyed, red faced and with their lips quivering.

This can't be real...

You've seen enough, more than enough.

Afraid, you turn to Meges for some sort of explanation,

You: “W... What is all thi-”

Before you can finish your thought Meges stops in her tracks, spins around quickly and with her eyes solemnly closed, forcefully backhands you across the face. She opens her eyes once again only to give you a look of indifference.

Meges: “Quiet. You wear a collar, remember that. You are not to speak unless given permission.”

You caress your stinging cheek and remain silent, spitting venom in your head.

As Meges leads the way further into the heart of the village, you pass by several of the small dingy wooden huts. Outside a number of their doors, you see men just standing there, having been tethered to posts or other structures as if they were dogs tied to wait for their owners. They appear malnourished and scrawny, nude except for intricately designed metal cages which adorn their tiny flaccid penises, completely enclosing them within. Their faces are shadowed and downcast, some even look like they’ve recently been crying. Through the closed thatch doors you’re able to hear what sounds like passionate lovemaking. Exuding from their interiors are the wails of women embracing a new kind of pleasure. The sidings of many of the homes reverberate from the savagery of the proceedings within. The very ground seems to shake from all the downward momentum coming in every direction.

While the men standing outside wear deep-set frowns and remain silent, aside from the occasional choked back sob, the voices of men calling out in anguish can be heard from several of the other huts. However in response to their forlorn pleas, all that escapes the lips of the other occupants within each home are the deep guttural grunts of Amazons ferociously pounding away, complemented with the breathy sighs and sensual moans of their female partners. This is all accentuated by the meaty slap of flesh on flesh. An incessant, unending clap that grows in volume with **** need. The cacophony of slimy wet smacks is horrendous.

You can’t believe your ears.

Moving past the houses, Meges continues to lead you on your little walk, coming closer to a large building near the center of the village.

Wh… What was all that?!

You take a moment to try and piece together what was happening, recollecting all that has happened to you thus far.

The memory of what you saw as you lay on the forest floor after being shot in the arm by Meges, hovers on the cusp of remembrance. Then it flashes through your mind in it's entirely. The burning image of what hung between Terra’s muscled legs, not forgotten but suppressed, now etches a permanent place into your mind.

A girthy rod of flesh; a penis; a cock.

...A real cock...

It dwarfs yours by comparison. The strip of fabric that is her loincloth, too short to hide its full length from view. It slaps her inner thighs as it sways back and forth while she stomps on the arrow which juts from your shoulder, snapping it in half like the twig it is.

She has a dick?!

Realization dawns on you.

…

…They probably all have one…

Meges: “We’ll be waiting here for the others.”

Meges says this while stopping outside one of the enormous structures which sits at the center of the village.

Speaking quietly to herself, she mutters,

Meges: “…We wouldn’t have to if it wasn’t for Terra…”

You feel yourself breaking down as you try wrapping your mind around the scene that you've just witnessed. Meges notices your behavior and turns to you, a note of humor in her voice,

Meges: “Is something wrong?”

Your breath catches for a moment, then you explode,

You: “IS SOMETHING WRONG?!”

Fury boiling within you. Meges waits for you to do something, more than prepared to retaliate. You just stand seething as you await her response. She folds her arms, holding them closely to her chest and tucking them under her ample bosom. She closes her eyes to think, then speaks with authority,

Meges: “I’m sure you think you know the proper order of things, don't you? You cling for dear life to what you believe to be the truth, not really understanding what it is you're holding. The notion of love. Love between people who are meant for one another…”

She then sweeps her arm in an all-encompassing fashion,

Meges: “I'll have you know that even on this island, as well as her sister islands, this notion still holds truth.”

She pauses.

Meges: “…However…”

She smiles knowingly then leans in a bit before whispering softly,

Meges: “...Love is fickle... People are fickle...”

You shiver, and she straightens back up.

She looks down her nose at you condescendingly, a mixture of disdain and pity.

Meges: “They change so very easily… Not only their minds… but their _bodies _also become remarkably receptive if given the right push… In the right place...”

She emphasizes her words, letting them linger, and you feel your heard beat a little faster.

Meges: “People who were once madly in love, deeply intimate, can grow apart before they even realize... It's very, very common...”

You feel as though a great distance separates you and her, making it extremely hard to pay attention to her words, as though you had been submerged underwater while she speaks to you at surface level. She continues undeterred,

Meges: “Within this village the natural order of things may be somewhat different from what you’ve grown accustomed to in the outside world, but you will soon find that even here, we uphold certain principles of living… Woman are meant to be with the most suitable and dependable partner, wouldn’t you agree? Here on this island we abide by this simple rule. That being said, if it’s between us futanari and a human male, vying for the same woman's affection… There’s just no contest.”

Meges states this matter-of-factly, nodding to herself.

You: “…F…Futanari? ...”

This isn’t a term you've ever come across before, but with a sinking feeling you think you can guess what it means.

???: “She means our kind idiot! Beings meant to dominate. Right Meges?”

A familiar voice approaches from behind.

You look to see the arrival of Terra and Nala, the other two Amazons who you first encountered in the clearing only yesterday. Terra has her hands thrown behind her head, while Nala walks quietly beside her.

You turn back to Meges, dumbfounded, but her only response is to gesture back toward Terra, signifying that you should be watching her instead. Terra continues with a mocking tone, false sincerity oozing from her voice,

Terra: “Aww, little guy still doesn’t get it, does he?”

Terra brings her arms down and gives you your answer. Holding your gaze, her stare boring into yours, she slowly and deliberately uses her fingertips to moves her loincloth aside, revealing the hulking monstrosity hidden beneath. You can tell she's enjoying this, finding it hard to suppress the cruel smile that plays across her lips in an effort to continue her false sympathy.

You're left stupefied.

You: “Y- Y- You’re all m… men?”

You stumble confusedly over your words not sure of anything anymore. At this, Terra bursts out laughing, her sympathetic facade now gone, Meges brings her hand to her face, trying her best not to chuckle, and Nala remains silent, though her eyes show interest.

Terra: “men? MEN?!”

Terra continues cackling for several minutes, wiping away small tears from her eyes brought about by her merriment. Having calmed herself, with her other free hand she then takes the girth of her large cock and playfully tosses it up and down in her palm, a hefty smack resonating loudly each time it lands.

Terra: “Tell me, does this look anything like yours? …Hmmmmm~?”

She grins but you detect a serious tone in her voice. You don’t say anything.

Terra: “Of course it doesn’t. Let’s not kid ourselves shall we? There's no comparing the two... And to answer your question with a little more evidence…”

Terra thrusts her hips forward and spreads her legs open, to give you a better view of her crotch. She stops playing with her penis, semi-hard from her fondling. It looms menacingly. Using her now freed hand, she moves her hefty balls, the size of grapefruits, out of the way for a moment to show you what lie beyond.

Terra: “We have both. Trust me, we’re not like you in the slightest...”

You look at a small rock on the ground, keeping your eyes down. She continues haughtily, sticking out her chest pride,

Terra: “That’s right! We’re completely different. Try not to forget your place, 'kay?”

Nala shifts as though uncomfortable with how Terra is handling the situation.

Nala: “Terra, please… give him a break. He’s new. He’ll get use to the way of things, just give him some time…”

Meges nods in agreement, though somewhat reluctantly. To this, Terra responds with an exaggerated heave of her shoulders, moving them forward into a slouch, annoyed with the two of them. Her boobs noticeably sway under her shawl as she does this.

Terra: “C'mon! Really? You always have each other’s backs… It hurts ya know? ... If you tear them down fast and hard, they become much more accepting... So much easier to reshape… At least that’s my experience…”

Meges just rolls her eyes, trying to get the conversation back on track,

Meges: “You can share the details of your heroic exploits another time Terra. For now, we need to go about purchasing some new Cattle, especially some Sows. A couple of them are getting too old, at least five are currently in the midst of birthing, and!... On top of all that Terra... as of last night, four of our best Sows are temporarily unusable thanks to your crazed mating!...”

A knot forms in your throat.

S… So that wasn’t all just a dream?...

Your mouth feels dry and you have trouble swallowing.

Meges lets out an exasperated sigh.

Meges: “…Alright, let’s just go see how much Coin this one is worth. Hopefully with that and with what Nala and I brought, we’ll have enough to purchase some durable breeders.”

A… Are they referring to people?!

…They must be…

…How awful…

You feel sick to your stomach. Nala looks for a moment to you, then at the big building that stands in front of everyone.

Nala: “...Actually I was thinking we should just keep him....”

She says this quietly, almost to herself. Terra looks like she can’t believe what she’s hearing. Nala flusters and tries to cover herself, adding quickly,

Nala: “I mean, no one will want him. He’s injured and small. So I thought… it’d be best if we just kept him… You both know what happens to the one’s that aren’t sold...”

Meges considers this for a moment, then sighs again.

Meges: “…If that is what you want Nala... then so be it.”

Terra can’t contain herself any longer.

Terra: “Are you SERIOUS?! I was half joking before, but now I mean it! You’re spoiling her way too much!”

In response to this, Meges calmly moves closer to Terra standing alongside her. Meges looks her in the face while laying one of her delicate hands on Terra's broad shoulder. She speaks gently but authoritatively,

Meges: “Terra, you’re always the most eager to breed new Sows, but you never, and I mean never, bother tending to them afterward. I can’t always be around to take care of them for you, and it isn't a job befitting young Nala.”

She gestures to Nala as she says this while continuing to look at Terra.

Meges: “That being the case, it wouldn’t hurt to have someone that could take care of that for us... For you. Don’t you agree?”

Terra seems to consider it for a bit.

Terra: “But what if he-”

Meges waves her hand, dismissing the notion.

Meges: “He would not dare.”

You don’t move or make a sound. You aren’t sure what to do in this situation. Nala waits expectantly for the decision to be finalized between the two. Terra looks at Nala’s pleading face, and relents,

Terra: “Whatever, I don’t care anymore.”

Nala grins happily.

Meges: “He’s yours to keep.”

Nala trots up to you giggling, then pets you like an animal. Patting you several times on the head.

What am I? A lost puppy?!

You hold back the urge to spit in her face, knowing that certain **** would be the only result.

Little asshole thinks she did me a service… Fuck her and fuck them…

You dare not speak this sentiment aloud.

Meges: “Alright, with that settled we should get going or the Bidding Hall will be completely full. We don’t want to miss out on all the new Cattle found yesterday, do we?”

This gets your attention.

…Found Yesterday? They mean the other passengers. That must be it!

…

Wait, Anna’s here, in this auction place?! ...Oh God…

I have to get her out of there! We need to escape! … Fuck! What do I do?

Nala laughs,

Nala: “I told you Terra, instead of wasting your Coin on the Cattle you bought yesterday, you should’ve saved it up like me! It isn’t every day we get a whole new roster of Sows.”

Terra just grunts in response,

Terra: “Yeah, yeah… Fresh Cattle would be nice…”

The prospect of new prey seemed to help her get over her bad mood.

Meges nods,

Meges: “I agree, leaving a diverse range of children is the best way to leave your mark. The next generation must prosper.”

Meges looks at Nala with a smile. Perplexed as well as horrified with everything that has happened so far, you gaze up at the looming building before you. It almost looks like a coliseum, but not quite on the same scale. One of the few buildings made mostly from carved stone, you surmise that it must be an important place. You hear loud voices coming through the archway which is the door.

This is where they buy and sell people. These futanari. These monsters.

...And Anna... she's here as well...

...Anna, I swear I'll find and free you.

As you pledge this to yourself, Meges, who is still escorting you by leash, leads you inside. Terra and Nala follow behind. You hear the ruckus inside get louder and louder. Finally the din washes over you, as you and the three futanari step into the crowded main area of the Bidding Hall.