The History of Gin
or
A Fox's Tail
Is Life Existential? You Decide.
by ' Colorado ' Gumi
...I n s p i r e d By T r u e E v e n t s...
Chapter 9
De Amazon Ain't Just a River in Brazil
Part I - "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun"
It could have happened to anyone; no way could Ginger Mullins have known the door to the Starbuck's unisex restroom was a Trans-Dimensional Portal. On passing through, she expected to find the hot Italian who worked the espresso machine; what she got was something else entirely.
Figuring that one shouldn't see a broad plain with Woolly Mammoth-like thingies in a Starbuck's restroom, Gin drew back for the comfort of Manhattan behind her. Thing is... the Starbuck's, and everything else in New York City, was replaced by even more expansive plain. And the naked women emerging with drawn weapons from the cover of nearby brush probably weren't serving cappuccino to stylishly dressed and coiffured New Yorkers.
It seems that the young Italian, Serge, had preceded Ginger through the portal and arrived in the middle of an encamped troop of Amazon warriors who, after quickly subduing him, were just beginning to enjoy his company. Now Italian men may think they're God's gift to women but Amazons know they're the Goddess' gift to men; with the general attitude being to use 'em, then lose 'em. As there were sixteen of them but only one of him, Serge's libido soon drained and the majority of the company had to satisfy themselves by beating him with rawhide crops as he squirmed in the dust. That introduction was but the first of many humiliations the Italian would endure from the Amazons.
As for Gin, her appearance only briefly interrupted the Amazons' revelry with the Italian. She was captured and held, of course, but without abuse other than removal and distribution of most her clothing, which was strange and much coveted by her captors. Also, Ginny's hands were firmly bound with a tough silken cord. The other end of her tether was entrusted to one of the Amazons, a blonde, who was relaxing apart from the others in the cool grass under a shady tree. Aside from knowing she no longer had control, Gin was in no discomfort and smiled in reply to the occasional appraising glances the comely Blonde cast in her direction. Wise enough not to make trouble, she sat quietly near her guardian and looked around at her strange new world.
Meanwhile, the Italian often squealed like a pig as the women continued their entertainment.
As she acclimated to her captivity that first day, Gin studied her guardian. The blonde Amazon was attractive, with honey-colored hair, blue eyes and smooth alabaster skin. Her only clothing was a scant loincloth. She was taller than Ginny, with a slender, yet fully muscled frame. Her lips, colored pale pink like her nipples, were thin; her smile was modest but attractive and infectious nonetheless. The Blonde's tendency to punctuate her smile with a forward tilt of her head and wicked flash of bold eyes spoke volumes about her playful humor and provocative spirit. Her ears were fetchingly elvish and she often tucked her long golden hair behind them; in fact her cool eyes, high cheeks, lithe build and fair color hinted at a mixture of Human and Elven blood, if such things were possible -- Ginny fancied the contrast between this pale Amazon and her own nut-brown hue. The other Amazons' seemed to call the Blonde "Uhn-nuh."
When the Amazons struck camp to continue their trek, Ginny actually had it pretty good. Attached, like six other female captives, by her silky cord to a heavy metal chain strung behind a donkey cart, she walked, bare-foot and thirsty, across the dry prairie in her bra and panties. At least she wasn't freshly flogged, butt-naked, and yoked to the cart, pulling it with other men in lieu of a donkey, like her erstwhile assignation, Serge.
Later that day the Blonde rode up behind the cart, dismounted onto it, tied the reins to a cleat on the side, and sat at the rear so her legs dangled over the end. This Amazon had a tough demeanor but an easy, relaxed way evidenced by the playful back-and-forth swinging of her sandaled feet as the cart rocked along the dirt path. On seeing Gin stumble two or three times, she hopped down, cut the cord from the chain, motioned Gin to climb into the cart, jumped back in herself and returned to her seat. Gin, her back against the side of the cart, sat cross-legged a short distance from the Amazon, who idly toyed with the free end of the cord as she held it. The Blonde occasionally offered Ginny water from a bag slung from a shoulder strap passing between her naked breasts. Though traveling, bound, in a troop of savage women, Gin felt an inexplicable ease in the company of her guardian as they rolled across the plain. In this way, the day passed comfortably.
The company traveled on for several days. Gin, who was allowed to stay in the cart, was treated kindly if she didn't resist. The wisdom of demure behavior was impressed on her the second day when a captive tied to the chain -- apparently an Amazon from another band -- slipped her bindings and ran for it. Though the mounted women were widely spaced and seemingly oblivious, the escapee soon collapsed with a tight cluster of six slender arrows in the back; then one of the troop rode to the body, dismounted and sliced through its neck with a single singing sweep of sword. Observing this scene from the rear of the cart, Gin glanced to the side and saw the Blonde, who had unleashed one of the six arrows, in what had become her usual location, riding within earshot of the cart. On the fourth day the Blonde rode on the cart for a while as she had the first day. Seeing Gin's panties hopelessly tattered by the rough planks upon which they sat, the Blonde drew her horse up to the cart, reached into a bag for something and offered Gin a light loincloth to wear. Gladly wiggling from the shredded panties, she smiled as the Amazon tied the gift low round her hips -- This was the first time the two touched. That night, as camp was pitched, Gin's silken bindings, which were merely a symbolic leash, were replaced by an equally symbolic collar. This thick leather collar had pointed studs around the circumference and a metal ring securely riveted in front. The Blonde herself gently tied together the ends of the collar with a soft pink ribbon. Thereafter, at night her old cord was tied through the ring and the free end pinned to the ground near her guardian's bedroll. Gin felt strangely secure to be staked near the Blonde in this manner and suspected it was more a signal to the other Amazons than a gesture of captivity... (see Part 2)
Figuring that one shouldn't see a broad plain with Woolly Mammoth-like thingies in a Starbuck's restroom, Gin drew back for the comfort of Manhattan behind her. Thing is... the Starbuck's, and everything else in New York City, was replaced by even more expansive plain. And the naked women emerging with drawn weapons from the cover of nearby brush probably weren't serving cappuccino to stylishly dressed and coiffured New Yorkers.
It seems that the young Italian, Serge, had preceded Ginger through the portal and arrived in the middle of an encamped troop of Amazon warriors who, after quickly subduing him, were just beginning to enjoy his company. Now Italian men may think they're God's gift to women but Amazons know they're the Goddess' gift to men; with the general attitude being to use 'em, then lose 'em. As there were sixteen of them but only one of him, Serge's libido soon drained and the majority of the company had to satisfy themselves by beating him with rawhide crops as he squirmed in the dust. That introduction was but the first of many humiliations the Italian would endure from the Amazons.
As for Gin, her appearance only briefly interrupted the Amazons' revelry with the Italian. She was captured and held, of course, but without abuse other than removal and distribution of most her clothing, which was strange and much coveted by her captors. Also, Ginny's hands were firmly bound with a tough silken cord. The other end of her tether was entrusted to one of the Amazons, a blonde, who was relaxing apart from the others in the cool grass under a shady tree. Aside from knowing she no longer had control, Gin was in no discomfort and smiled in reply to the occasional appraising glances the comely Blonde cast in her direction. Wise enough not to make trouble, she sat quietly near her guardian and looked around at her strange new world.
Meanwhile, the Italian often squealed like a pig as the women continued their entertainment.
As she acclimated to her captivity that first day, Gin studied her guardian. The blonde Amazon was attractive, with honey-colored hair, blue eyes and smooth alabaster skin. Her only clothing was a scant loincloth. She was taller than Ginny, with a slender, yet fully muscled frame. Her lips, colored pale pink like her nipples, were thin; her smile was modest but attractive and infectious nonetheless. The Blonde's tendency to punctuate her smile with a forward tilt of her head and wicked flash of bold eyes spoke volumes about her playful humor and provocative spirit. Her ears were fetchingly elvish and she often tucked her long golden hair behind them; in fact her cool eyes, high cheeks, lithe build and fair color hinted at a mixture of Human and Elven blood, if such things were possible -- Ginny fancied the contrast between this pale Amazon and her own nut-brown hue. The other Amazons' seemed to call the Blonde "Uhn-nuh."
When the Amazons struck camp to continue their trek, Ginny actually had it pretty good. Attached, like six other female captives, by her silky cord to a heavy metal chain strung behind a donkey cart, she walked, bare-foot and thirsty, across the dry prairie in her bra and panties. At least she wasn't freshly flogged, butt-naked, and yoked to the cart, pulling it with other men in lieu of a donkey, like her erstwhile assignation, Serge.
Later that day the Blonde rode up behind the cart, dismounted onto it, tied the reins to a cleat on the side, and sat at the rear so her legs dangled over the end. This Amazon had a tough demeanor but an easy, relaxed way evidenced by the playful back-and-forth swinging of her sandaled feet as the cart rocked along the dirt path. On seeing Gin stumble two or three times, she hopped down, cut the cord from the chain, motioned Gin to climb into the cart, jumped back in herself and returned to her seat. Gin, her back against the side of the cart, sat cross-legged a short distance from the Amazon, who idly toyed with the free end of the cord as she held it. The Blonde occasionally offered Ginny water from a bag slung from a shoulder strap passing between her naked breasts. Though traveling, bound, in a troop of savage women, Gin felt an inexplicable ease in the company of her guardian as they rolled across the plain. In this way, the day passed comfortably.
The company traveled on for several days. Gin, who was allowed to stay in the cart, was treated kindly if she didn't resist. The wisdom of demure behavior was impressed on her the second day when a captive tied to the chain -- apparently an Amazon from another band -- slipped her bindings and ran for it. Though the mounted women were widely spaced and seemingly oblivious, the escapee soon collapsed with a tight cluster of six slender arrows in the back; then one of the troop rode to the body, dismounted and sliced through its neck with a single singing sweep of sword. Observing this scene from the rear of the cart, Gin glanced to the side and saw the Blonde, who had unleashed one of the six arrows, in what had become her usual location, riding within earshot of the cart. On the fourth day the Blonde rode on the cart for a while as she had the first day. Seeing Gin's panties hopelessly tattered by the rough planks upon which they sat, the Blonde drew her horse up to the cart, reached into a bag for something and offered Gin a light loincloth to wear. Gladly wiggling from the shredded panties, she smiled as the Amazon tied the gift low round her hips -- This was the first time the two touched. That night, as camp was pitched, Gin's silken bindings, which were merely a symbolic leash, were replaced by an equally symbolic collar. This thick leather collar had pointed studs around the circumference and a metal ring securely riveted in front. The Blonde herself gently tied together the ends of the collar with a soft pink ribbon. Thereafter, at night her old cord was tied through the ring and the free end pinned to the ground near her guardian's bedroll. Gin felt strangely secure to be staked near the Blonde in this manner and suspected it was more a signal to the other Amazons than a gesture of captivity... (see Part 2)
To Be Continued
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