Disgraced Knight

The fifth son of a wealthy and prestigious noble family, you were too far down the line, past your bothers to be entitled to gaining land or a title. Instead, like the spoiled brat you were, you used your father's wealth to quite literally buy your knighthood. Unfortunately, despite being a position of courtly prestige, knighthood required you to take part in certain duties, regardless of how much money you threw at your lord. One such duty was guarding caravans....which was how you got into this position.

When it was attacked by a small group of amazons, the caravan didn't stand a chance, not with an untrained noble runt protecting it. After all, you hadn't taken too well to the labor of training with weapons, not with your slender and lithe frame. You may have had the most expensive armor and sword you could afford, but guilded armor and jeweled blades were more for show than actual combat. Still, they had made you stand out when the amazon's attacked and now the armor continued to stand out, hanging in a crumbled mess off the hip of one of your captresses.

"Hey! Release me you brutes!" Was the first thing you decided to say to the seven foot tall women currently carrying you between them. The woman ahead, whose thong-clad backside you were being repeatedly smashed into, looked back at the sorry little whelp they'd captured, saying nothing at first.

Tied to the pole, without your armor, your effeminate form was that much more obvious. A pair of tights clung a little too close to your backside and smooth legs, with the only hint of masculinity being the bulge around the front. The chain shirt you wore was also a tight fit, showing off your lack of muscles and distinctly small waist. It was enough to incite a chuckle from the leading amazon as she looked over you.

"The small one is awake," She announced to the rest of the raiding party, a group made up of only three of the giant women, the two blondes holding you between them and a red head marked with face paint and tattooes that seemed to distinguish her as the leader of the group.

"He's so dainty....like the women of his race, yes?" Spoke up the amazon behind you, a younger looking one, perhaps new to raiding.

"I am not dainty!" You quickly shout, always defensive of your girlish looks.

"Heh....he has the temper of a bigger one," Noted the redheaded amazon.

"Let me go you oversized bitch! I'll tear you apart when I get free!" You continue to snarl, yapping like a dog that thought it was far bigger than it actually was.

At this comment, the redhead actually smirked. Slowing her gait so that she fell into step next to you in your suspended position. "Quite a noisy runt," She commented, casually grabbing you by your medium length blonde hair and tugging on it. It probably wasn't a lot of effort for her, but it was enough to yank your head up and **** you to stare at her. "Amazons don't like loud mates...perhaps we'll have to find a better use than breeder for this one..." With that comment, the redhead smirked, an idea coming to mind...

1. Use you to train the younger amazons, making you little more than a training dummy for the fledgling warriors to wrestle into submission or relieve stress on.
2. Make you into bait for future raids, an attractive little whore to distract mightier humans and give the amazons an advantage
3. Bring you to the Amazon Queen to serve as a living trophy, dressed up in the feminine outfits of your people as a sign of victory

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