Living in the shadow of Amazons, Part VIII: Myria's birthday party - 2^nd part.

A bragging Gargarean youth is taught a lesson by an Amazon and her twin sister.

This story is continued from Part VIII: Myria's birthday party - 1st part.

Short synopsis:
One of Myria's birthday guests tells the story of how a bragging Gargarean youth who was tricked into slavery by an Amazon girl and her twin sister.

The story:

Although Tormentress Eudoxia had reconciled with Lucius in front of everybody, the atmosphere among the guests was still rather tense. However, to ease things up, young Captain Lydia stepped into the middle and addressed the other guests.

"Well, ladies. That was a horrid story indeed," she began. "But our dear friend, Eudoxia came out of it alive and 'what does not kill you - makes you stronger' as the old saying goes."

"Noble Eudoxia has reconciled with the spouse of Myria and therefore I have absolutely no ill will against him either," she concluded. "And this is a birthday party - it's not a funeral!" she added. "So look alive, ladies!"

After this telling-off to her fellow Amazons, she started playing the lyre while she sang a funny nursery rhyme that was based an old fairytale about a dumb Gargarean male who were outsmarted by two young Amazonian girls. The Amazons always used the Gargareans as scapegoats; they considered them to be an ignorant and backward people, made fun of them and told jokes about them. Lydia sang the old Amazonian folksong in a high pitch voice, which made all the guests laugh out loud.

Once upon a time in Ancient times there was a young Gargarean male by the name of Calceon, who was maybe not too bright but he was well trained and a formidable runner instead. He was on top of that also a terrible bragger. As none of the other Gargarean boys could compete with him, it took a slender young Amazonian girl to bring him down.

One day when he was bragging as usually in the market place that he was the fastest youth alive, not just in all the nation of the Gargareans, but in the whole world as well, a young girl from Amazonia addressed him.

"What is the point of running fast when you are only running wild and wasting your stamina without focus?" a young girl pointed out to him. "I can easily reach my destination long before you, just by walking."

"Really!" the bragging youth yelled at her. "Then I challenge you; name your destination and I shall beat you!"

"Very well, I accept your challenge," the girl said. "What are the stakes of our wager?"

"Well, if I beat you, then I shall fuck you five times in every hole for one full day. That should teach you some manners."

"Your terms are appalling," the girl declared. "However, I shall accept them. Now, hear my terms; you shall do my bidding for one whole day, including domestic chores and oral servitude."

"Your customs and sex acts are disgusting but I shall humour you on this point," the young man was of course confidant that he was going to win and therefore he did not fear the terms that the young girl had just laid out.

Calceon had noticed the young girl a couple of times before. She lived in the woods to the south inside Amazonia, where she earned her living as a hunter. She came up to the Gargarean market to sell fresh meat and animal furs from the game that she killed. She never ran through the woods, but moved silent and crutched slowly. How could she ever hope to beat him?

Having laid out the terms and the stakes of their wager, the two opponents finalized the details of their wager; the young girl lived at cottage in the woods. From there they would compete who could reach her hunting lodge first. However, they would meet at the next morning and slowly wander through the route from the hunting lodge to her cottage. This way the bragging youth would know starting and finishing point of the race.

As agreed, the two of them met the morning at sunrise at the marketplace, where they had challenged each other the day before. They greeted each other courteously and walked to her hunting lodge in the woods. From there, they walked slowly to her cottage from where they would start the race. He observed the footpath carefully as he knew that her only change of winning the race was if he lost his way. She knew this wood far better than he did and he therefore reckoned that it would be her only change to win the race. When they arrived at her cottage, she turned around and addressed him.

"Are you ready, lad?"

"Then what are you waiting for?" she snapped and pointed down the footpath. She started walking and he immediately ran off. He ran quickly and soon got far ahead of her. However, he was not too bright and therefore lost his way. He cursed himself while he ran around, trying to locate the girl's hunting lodge. At last, he found it but the girl had already arrived by then.

"What did I tell you? You're just running wild without any focus," she said.

"This is not fair!" he objected. "You knew the way and I didn't. You knew that I would get lost. I demand a re-run!"

"That won't help! But run again if you must. You will only be wasting your energy and my time as well. Like I have nothing better to do than playing silly games with a foolish young lad, who is running wild through the woods, scaring off all the game."

"For this insolence, I will raise the stakes higher," he yelled at her. "I now demand that I can fuck you five times a day for five full days."

"Your mindset is downright disgusting, but I shall demand five days of slavery from you in return. Now, be off with you!"

With a vile gesture, he ran off. Only to get lost again and discover that she had beaten him again. Again, he demanded a re-run and through the whole day, he raced her back and forth from her cottage to her hunting lodge. But still, no matter how fast he ran, she was always waiting for him at the finish of the race.

"You are cheating!" he spat at her after yet another humiliating defeat.

"I do not cheat!" she pared. "I walked all the way here."

The young man searched the area around the hunting lodge, looking for hoof marks from a horse. He found none, of course. What good is a horse for hunting in the woods? Horses were meant for open terrain, but he wasn't too bright.

Angered and frustrated, he challenged her again. And again without thinking, he raised the stakes higher again; He now demanded sexual favours from her five times each day for five full months. If loosing, (which he should have known by now that he properly would), he would service her as her personal slave for five full months.

"Foul bitch!" He scolded her and spat at the ground in front of her. Then he ran off again.

However, when he arrived at her cottage, she was already waiting for him. He simply could not grasp how she was able to beat every time she challenged her. Furthermore, the wild running back and forth had taken its toll on him, yet she seemed totally un-scathed by the event. She was not even sweating while he perspiring violently, drenched in sweat and his clothes were torn from running through bushes and brambles.

Still, he never learned but kept challenging her again and again, continuing their absurd race. The shadows were getting longer, it was now late in the afternoon. They had been competing through almost the whole day. He was tired and warn-out, yet his anger and frustrations gave him tremendous willpower, but clouded his judgment as well. He refused to give up, but thereby he put himself in greater danger as if he was being sucked into quicksand.

She however had had enough by the end of the day and called the race to a halt. "Give it up, foolish lad and admit defeat," she told him. "You can never beat me because I'm simply smarter than you! My brain will always beat your physics. That is the will of Mother Nature."

"Screw Mother Nature!" he snapped at her.

"That was not nice!" she scolded him. "Considering that I have beaten you in every race through the whole day. But I have no use for you. You are too stupid and too uncivilized to make yourself useful. I hereby relive you of your debt. Go home!"

She offered him a way out although he owed her 5 months of slavery by now. All he had to do was to admit defeat, kiss her feet and apologize for having slandered the name of Mother Nature, the one true goddess.

"Never!" he yelled at her and demanded one final race.

He saw her generous offer as a sign of weakness. He thought that she was afraid that he could beat her by now. He knew the route from her cottage to her hunting lodge pretty well after all this running back and forth. He only took one single wrong turn in the last race. If he could run the whole distance without getting lost at all, he would have won the day. Only the last race of the day counts and he who laughs last, laughs best, the foolish Gargarean lad thought to himself. Unfortunately, his newfound confidence led him into an even bigger personal catastrophe as he raised the stakes even higher.

"If I win the race, I shall demand five years of sexual favours from you, and I offer myself as a slave for five years likewise if I should loose."

"I accept your challenge but this is the last race of the day. Win or loose, there will be no more running around today and the winner of this final race is the winner of our challenge, Agreed?

"I agree!" he barked back at her.

"Then be off with you!" she yelled at him.

"Ha!" he taunted her. "You just made a big mistake by accepting this final challenge. I know the route by now and you can't beat me unless I get lost on the way."

"So you, young lady, are gonna have to get used to walk around with a sore cunt, a sore ass and on top of that; a sore throat, ha-ha-ha!" He laughed out loud and ran off. This time he ran a perfect race, he had gotten his breath back while they discussed the final challenge and he had just enough stamina to one final run. He didn't get lost at all and he triumphantly arrived at the hunting lodge. The girl was not in sight and he raised his hands yelled out his cry of victory.

But suddenly the door opened and she came out to greet him. "What took you so long?" she taunted him. "I had to take a nab while I waited for you to arrive."

At the sight of her, Calceon broke down in tears. His world crumpled and went to pieces around him. The impossible had happened; he had been beaten by a little slender Amazon girl, physically much smaller than him, yet more cunning mentally. His mind was hazy, he felt lost and numb to this world.

"I admit defeat," he softly said and humbly kneeled before her. "I don't know how you did it, but I'm now thine to command."

"Very well," the girl smiled and stepped forward. "Take me home. I don't own a horse, so I shall ride on you."

He willingly let her crawl on his back as if he was a docile beast of burden and walked back to her cottage with her on his back. When they arrived, she jumped off and commanded him to strip naked, kiss her feet and swear obedience to her for the next five years.

"I'm Freudemér," she informed him. "You shall always address as Mistress Freudemér." she then commanded him to lie on his back, while she took her own clothes off. "Now, pay proper homage to your new Mistress by licking my pussy."

She made herself comfortable on face, while she forced his arms to the ground with her knees. He first turned his face away in disgust at the sight of her sex, which she shamelessly presented to him because giving oral servitude was too revolting for him. However, she slapped his face hard a couple of times and then he willingly opened his mouth and let his tongue caress her pussy. He was not very good at this, but still, he had five years to learn how to perform proper oral service.

Eventually, she grew tired of his feeble attempts to satisfy her and instead ordered him to simply stick out his tongue and keep it there, while she in turn grinded her sex against his face. She firmly held his head by his hair, pressed her pussy to his tongue and worked herself to a mighty orgasm while she moaned and panted loudly.

When she was done, she moved from his face and sat on his chest instead. However, now that his arms were free, he put his hands on her thighs and gently pushed her backwards towards his crotch, motioning her to ride his erect member. Although, he was appalled by this sex act at first, the smell and taste of her sex, as well as the sound of her shameless moaning and panting, had aroused him immensely. If only she would be so kind to give some sexual pleasure back to him.

However, she would have none of that. She grabbed a finger on each of his hands and forced them backwards so removed his hands from her thighs and cried out in pain. "Touch me again and I will break your fingers," she hissed at him. She let go and he in turn put his arms to the ground.

"I'm Sorry, Mistress Freudemér," he humbly said.

She moved back and noticed his erection. She took his stiff tool in her hand and gently stroked it while he moaned at her slightest tough. However, she had absolutely no intention of giving him sexual pleasure. On the contrary, she made was about to make a brutal demonstration of her dominance over him; when he was just on the edge of cumming, she slapped his exposed cock-head hard with her other hand while he cried out in pain and sexual frustration. She kept slapping his penis until it lay flaccid on his stomach while she lectured him. "This filth will never enter my noble pussy or any other of my 'holes' as you so disrespectfully called them. If you want sex with penetration, you can fuck the pigs instead, as they will be your closest relatives for the next five years."

"And don't you ever dare to wank yourself off inside the house. You can perform that disgusting act on top of the dunghill because that is exactly where your filthy excrements belong!"

Then she got off of him and pointed to the door where another girl had discreetly watched their sexual activities. "By the way, you should meet by sister, Freudis. I want you to likewise swear allegiance to her by kissing her feet and also perform oral servitude on her as well."

Freudemér and Freudis were twin sisters and looked exactly same, like two drops of water. Furthermore, they were dressed in very similar clothes, except that Freudemér was naked at the moment. Now it finally dawned on him how they had tricked him; while one of the girls had met him in the marketplace, the other had casually walked to their hunting lodge and patiently awaited his arrival. They must have been laughing themselves half to death while he was chasing phantoms back and forth all day.

"You cheating cunt!" he yelled at Freudemér and took a wild swing at her. But he was clumsy and exhausted from running all day, while she on the other hand was agile with full stamina intact. She easily dodged his blow and kneed him in the balls. He screamed wildly in pain and protected his vulnerable manhood with his hands. She jumped at him, locked his head in her armpit and put her feet on his thighs. Then she leaned backwards and made him fall forward. He in turn was unable to use his arms to break the fall. Therefore, he landed straight on his forehead and took the full impact his own weight and hers combined.

Calceon lay stunned on top of her, while she quickly manoeuvred herself on top of him. She put a knee to his back and twisted one of his arms behind him until it nearly broke. He groaned from the sharp pain in his arm while she yelled at him. "If you ever try to hit either of us again, we shall break both your arms and smash both your kneecaps. Then we will leave out in the woods to crawl around with your face in the dirt and look for food like a stupid boar. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes! I'm sorry, Mistress Freudemér," he humbly said.

"Are you gonna behave?" she asked and loosened her grip on his arm a little.

"Yes, Mistress."

She let go of him and stood up. She motioned him to go Freudis and perform his chores on her but instead he just ignored them, got dressed and made to leave.

"Where are you going, you moron?" she barked at him. "You still own us five years of enslavement. You will not leave this house until you have done your time."

"I owe you nothing, foul bitches," he hissed back. "Except a sound beating which I'm too tired and too civilized to give you. You played a cruel trick on me, but it ends right now!"

"We had planned to submit you to an innocent practical joke in order to teach you some respect for your betters. However, you kept raising the stakes, not us, and so we ended in this absurd situation. Your misfortune is caused by your own stupidity, not by any foul play from our side."

"I admit that I have been immensely stupid, that much is true. However, I will not serve thy. Your trickery detests me."

"Have your gods not forbidden you to break your oath?" Freudis stepped forward and addressed him. She was skilled in his ways and traditions and knew exactly which buttons to push in order for him to stay and serve them. "Will you not insult your gods and commit perjury if you walk away before your time is due? You should think of your family and put your selfish pride aside."

He paused. Perjury was a very serious matter. He rightly feared the Erinyes (Greek goddesses of vengeance), who would punish without mercy whosoever had sworn a false oath. It did not matter to them that he had been tricked and taken for a fool.

"Alas! You speak the truth," he suddenly said. If he walked out now, his whole family might be cursed by the gods because he had broken his oath. Suddenly visions of his family as outcast and lepers, begging in the street appeared in his brain. He realized that he had to do his time in order to keep his family safe. With a loud grunt of disgust, he undressed himself. Then he kneeled in front of Freudis, kissed her feet and proceeded to lie on his back and let her crawl on his face.

He then wrote a letter on goatskin parchment to his parents in which informed them that a sinister fate had driven him into exile for a period of five years. However, they should not give up hope because he promised to return to their midst when his time was done. It was quite common that people had to offer themselves as slaves for a fixed period of time to get out of personal dept. His family of course thought that he had forfeited his freedom due to gambling, which was actually true in this case. One of the girls discreetly dropped off his letter at his parent's house.

From then on, he served his new mistresses without any complaints. He took their orders as well as insults without responding, except he sometimes stared hatefully at them like a large dog, waiting for his change to bite back. They put him to work in their cottage and made him do all domestic chores; cooking, cleaning and minding their domesticated animals. Of course, as Freudemér had already pointed out, he was useless at first. However, they patiently showed him the ropes and he eventually got the hang of it after a few months. When he was able to perform his domestic chores to their satisfaction, they both went out hunting in the morning and did not return home until late in the afternoon.

Calceon served them breakfast in the morning. During the day, he skinned the game that the girls had hunted the day before and then cooked it for supper in the evening. He ate his meals while sitting quietly on the floor while the girls sat at the table. In the evenings after supper, the three of them sat in the living room by the light of the oil lamps. He sat by the spinning wheel, making raw wool into yarn or weaved the yarn into garments at the loom. The two women sharpened their hunting knives, repaired their hunting bows or fledged new arrows. Every night before they went to sleep, he submissively licked both sisters in turn to several powerful orgasms to sleep on. At night, he slept on the floor on a simple straw mat, while the two dominant sisters slept in their comfortable bed.

Before Calceon came into their lives, one of the sisters always had to stay at home and do the domestic chores while the other went out hunting. However, now both sisters could go out and do what women were supposed to do; hunting and trading at the market. As time went by, Freudemér and Freudis became prosperous and therefore decided to build a proper house with a stone-oven in the kitchen instead of a humble cottage with a simple fireplace.

Calceon did all his chores without complaining while he quietly bid his time and patiently counted the days as they passed. At each full moon, he put a small ball of yarn in a straw basket to keep track of time. He guarded his straw basket well as if he suspected them of stealing time from him. He never ran again because he was too ashamed of the fact that it was his bragging about running had brought this cruel fate upon him. However, he never fucked the pigs either, nor did he masturbate while sitting on the dunghill. He discreetly went to outhouse whenever he was alone and enjoyed himself.

Then finally one full moon, he put the 60'th and final ball of yarn in his basket. He sat a while and rocked the basket in his arms as if it was his baby that he was holding. Now, he had only five day left to his freedom.

On his last day of slavery, he quietly got up early in the morning and prepared breakfast as usually while Freudis and Freudemér were still sleeping. However, this morning he did not gently wake them up, but loudly banged pots and pans while he yelled at them, "Rise an' shine, ladies. Eat while the food is still hot on the table."

The sisters were first startled by his brute noise and went for their knives, fearing that their peaceful home had been invaded by barbarians. However, it was only Calceon who proclaimed that this was the last meal that he would ever cook and serve for them; they would have to serve themselves in the future.

"Has your service really ended so soon? Are you sure that is the day?"

"Count them!" he yelled at them and triumphantly emptied his basket with his balls of yarn on to the floor.

"Enjoy your meal, girls. I didn't piss in it, ha-ha-ha!" well, at least not today. However, urinating in their food was the only way that he could get back at them. Whenever his frustrations were getting to him, he discreetly relieved his bladder into the soup and smiled to himself as Freudemér and Freudis eagerly slurped up the food from their plates, while he ate the humble leftovers from the day before. This is how he coped with his unfortunate situation and it had helped him to keep his sanity throughout his days of slavery.

"Will you not share a meal with us on this final day of your servitude," Freudemér suggested.

"Never!" he cried out. "I will not linger here another moment. Your company detests me, you worthless, good-for-nothing bitches!" he marched out and slammed the door so hard that it made the walls rattle. Happily, he started down the road, joyfully singing. Free at last, the goods be praised, I'am free at last - or was he?

The two sisters of course never expected to see him again. However, six months later, the strangest thing happened; Freudis came from back of the house where she had just fed the animals and collected eggs. She almost dropped the straw basket with eggs when she saw him sitting quietly at their porch. He immediately rose and bowed humbly to her.

"You? What do you want?" she snapped at him. "If this is a social visit, you have come at a rather inconvenient moment."

"Are you alright, Lady Freudis?" his voice sounded very concerned. Her hair was a mess, her clothes were dirty and so was her face. She was not look the way she did before. In fact, everything had been wrong since he left. The two sisters were constantly at each other throats over the domestic duties which none of them wished to perform. Even the hens had hardly laid any eggs since his departure.

"I've been better," she said. "I have hundreds of things to do today and you are no longer here to serve us. What to you want? I have no time for idle chatter!"

"Could I please come back and live with you again?" he pleaded. "Will you have me back, please?"

Her face fell and she put the basket down. "Why do you want to come back to us? You were in an awful hurry to get out of here. What changed your mind?"

"Well, my family is ashamed of me and have therefore cast me out," he softly explained. He planned to live in solitude in the lands to the west if the dominant sisters would not take him back.

Freudis went inside the house to put the eggs in the pantry and Calceon followed her. He was shocked at the state of the house: scraps of old food were still lying on the table and the floor was filthy with dirt. The girls obviously did not care for house-cleaning, even his old balls of yarn were still scattered on the floor. This house was obviously in dire need of a serving male.

"Explain why your family had to cast you out," Freudis demanded. "You have not done any harm to anybody while you been in our service. How can they possible be ashamed of you?"

Well, when Calceon finally returned home after five long years in slavery, he was a changed person. He was no longer a foolish, bragging brat but a humble and polite young man. He now willingly cleaned the house and also went into the kitchen to help with preparing the food although these chores were solely the job of his sisters. When the family ate at the table, he sat humbly on the floor. At night, he refused to sleep in his comfortable bed but slept on the floor instead.

His family of course thought his behaviour was rather strange, but they put up with him because they knew that he had been employed as a mere slave for the last five years. They reckoned that he would soon recover and return to his old self. However, things turned ugly when Calceon tried to get intimate with one his sister's girlfriends. He refused to crawl on top of her and ram his stiff member inside her. Instead, he proceeded to lie on his back and told her to sit on his face so he could satisfy her with his tongue. Unfortunately, the girl would have none of this, in her eyes, disgusting sex act. She quickly gathered her clothes and stormed out of his room. Afterwards she gossiped with his sisters who wanted to know why she had left in such haste. Soon the whole village knew what he had been up to and in the end, his father got wind of that not only his personality, but also his sexuality had changed drastically. This made his father the laughingstock of the whole village. That was the last straw!

"I will not have a sexual pervert living under my roof, you filthy scumbag," his father yelled at him and hit him over the head. "You are no son of mine from this very day!" his father then proclaimed. "Be gone and if you ever dare to enter my house again, I shall kill you with my own hands!"

So, once again Calceon packed his things and started down the road. This time no longer singing happily, but crying relentlessly instead. He planned to head west into foreign lands where no one would know him but decided to pay a last visit to Freudis and Freudemér to try his luck there.

"Well that is heartbreaking to hear about how you finally returned home, only to be cast out again," Freudis said. "But if we accept to have you back with us, what will you do for us in return?" she asked.

"Well, if I may come back, I could clean the house, cook the food and mind the domesticated animals while you girls are out hunting or trading at the market," he suggested. These tasks were in fact his usually chores in their household. "And I solemnly swear that I shall never again urinate in the soup, even if you hit me and yell at me for no reason," he added.

"Very well, we shall take you back but you must pass an ultimate test to be admitted back to our midst," she explained. "You must run fast and catch up with Freudemér before she reaches the slave-market to the west." Since neither of the girls would cave in and do the domestic chores, their home quickly became dirty as a pigsty. Therefore, Freudemér finally had enough and one morning proclaimed that she would head west and visit a slave market in order to purchase a male slave to do the domestic chores.

Freudis jumped on his back and held on to him with her legs round his waist and her arms around his throat. "We must hurry," she said. "You must run as formidable as you have never run before. Do not worry about getting lost; I shall guide you on your way. Now run dear Calceon as if your very life was at stake!"

For once in his life, his running skills came into good use. He ran fast even with Freudis on his back, but she guided him and made sure that he followed the quickest route to the slave market to the west. If he did not win this race, his rightful place in their house would have been taken by somebody else and he would have to live in solitude for the rest of his miserable life.

Freudemér had two days' head start and he had to cover that distance in less than one day. He ran through the countryside, passing village after village. He ran uphill, downhill, through swampy moors lands, through dry wastelands, then green pastures with cattle, sheep or wild horses. Finally, just moments before Freudemér, would have settled the prize for a fitting male slave, Calceon and Freudis entered the market.

"STOP!! Dear sister," Freudis screamed at the top of her lungs. "Do not waste our hard-earned money buying a slave. Calceon has come home again."

"Thank the heavens, I finally managed to outrun an Amazon," Calceon whispered and then he collapsed and fell to the ground from exhaustion.

Fearing that he had died from the long hard run, Freudis yelled desperate at him. "Do not die on us, you fool. We cannot do without you serving us."

However, Calceon soon came through and opened his eyes. "I was just having a rest; I shall be back on my feet again in a moment or two." He softly said and smiled brightly at them, knowing that he had earned himself a new home by running fast.

Thus, when Calceon had returned to restore harmony in their home, they changed some important procedures. He still served the food on the table, but neither of them sat there. They all sat together at the floor eating the food together. At night, neither of them slept in the bed, which they disposed off. Instead the three of them slept together on the floor, although on a thicker and more comfortable straw mat with warm bedclothes.

And the three of them all lived happily together ever after. Eventually the two dominant sisters decided to have children by him, five girls and two boys. The girls all took up hunting and trading after their mothers while the boys became fast runners like their father. However, the boys never bragged about their running skills!!

(The end)

Lydia finished performing and bowed to her audience who in turn cheered wildly and demanded an encore. The humorous story put a bright smile on everybody's faces. The spirits of the guests got higher, everybody seemed to relax and finally accept Lucius' presence. They all seemed had a real good time for the rest of the evening.

Lydia performed another song to her audience's great amusement. The guests were later also entertained by other Amazon musicians, who apart from arms also mastered musical instruments like; flutes, lyres and kettledrums. They played enchanting music to soothe the mind of their fellow sisters in arms.

Lucius now moved freely around the house, but still at least one of his personal 'protectors' followed him closely. They knew that Amazons does not forget nor forgive that easy and one of the other guests might try to discreetly knife him when no one else was looking.

However, Androlyta got quickly too drunk. She was not used to drinking so heavily like the female warriors did. And now that she was pregnant, she was not even supposed to drink alcohol. But on the other hand, she did not want to stand out from the rest of the crowd. Therefore she swirled down the wine like it was water, but she just couldn't take it.

Myria told Lucius to walk Androlyta home before she embarrassed herself any further. Besides, Myria wanted him out of the way. She had noticed that the girls were acting a bit shy and didn't let loose like they usually did when no males were around. Myria had duly displayed him as her trophy spouse, but now it was time for him to leave.

"Take your time and don't rush back, the girls want to party by themselves for a while," Myria said. "But do not sleep over at Androlyta's place either, your services are wanted here later by the end of the night," she added and shamelessly caressed his crotch. Lucius smiled back and leaned forward while he tried to kiss his beloved wife, but Myria just gave him a little slap over the mouth. "Don't kiss me in front of my sisters in arms, you fool!" she hissed at him. "Have the wine made you forget your manners?"

Lucius then lit a torch and walked Androlyta home. As soon as he was out of the door, Myria of course had to answer lots of questions about him from her girlfriends: Who was he and how did they meet? How did they get on in their everyday life? How was he in bed and why was he even still alive? Myria patiently explained to her girlfriends that Lucius was, for reasons unknown, favoured by Queen Hentiope and therefore she had to put up with him and the Queen's follies, although she often felt a strong urge to strangle him. Anyway, this was only a temporary arrangement until she could return to her rightful place back in Amazonia and duly leave him behind in the nation of the Gargareans.

Now, the girls let themselves loose: They brought their pipes forward and started smoking pipe weed, while others ate mushrooms that give them mystical visions. The musician changed their music to a more aggressive rhythm that made their cunts thump and made their legs restless. Soon the girls took their clothes off and started dancing naked around in front of each other The Amazons would only do these things when no males were around as these activities were only for noble females and not for brute males. Occasionally, an Amazon would share a pipe with a male of her choosing like Myria had once done with Lucius. However, that was private affair and not common practice among Amazons.

Blasius was sitting on the porch of their house under a torch, patiently waiting for his wife. He immediately stood up when Lucius marched Androlyta in through the gate.

"Blasius, my dear, dear, dear spouse, (hic)" she said and opened her arms to hug him. "You waited up for me. How cute." However, Blasius remained standing at the porch with his arm crossed at his chest.

"You're drunk, my dear!" Blasius was chocked to see his wife staggering and talking with slow, garbled voice. "Why have you poisoned yourself with wine? Think about the baby!"

The face of Lucius fell when he heard Blasius scolding his Amazonian wife. He used a very civil tone, but he was still correcting her! Lucius would never ever dare to criticize his own wife for her many little mishaps.

"Perhaps, I can be of assistance," Lucius suggested. He vaguely remembered something about Myria putting her fingers down his throat when he had too much to drink at the farewell celebration at the royal palace back in Themiskyra. Therefore he imitated this procedure on Androlyta.

Lucius motioned her to kneel at the well in the front yard. It was of course not at all political correct that Androlyta kneeled in the company of Blasius and Lucius. However, she was easy-going and not at all keen on formalities.

"I will gladly kneel to a couple of handsome males like this pair at anytime," she lusciously said and smirked her lips. She then made some rather indiscreet suggestions about sexual activities that Blasius and Lucius could perform on her in the bedchamber. However, Androlyta was too drunk, Blasius was too shy and Lucius was due back at his wife's party later in the night. Therefore nothing indecent happened that night, between Androlyta, Blasius and Lucius that is.

Lucius gently put his finger down her throat and made Androlyta vomit at the ground. He repeated the procedure and made her vomit again. Then Blasius handed her a cup of fresh cold water from the well. Androlyta first rinsed her mouth, spat it out and then drank the rest of the water with great relish. Then Blasius gently whipped her mouth with a piece of soft linen.

"Thank you, Blasius, my dear. You are always so good to me," Androlyta murmured. "You are a true blessing to womanhood, (hic)."

"That goes for you too, my dear Lucius," she put her other arm around Lucius' neck. "Why are you even together with that grumpy old spinster? (Hic). She doesn't like males, not even a fine fellow like you, (hic)," Androlyta was 23 years old and Myria had just turned 32 today. Myria was old in her eyes and publicly showed nothing but discontent for poor Lucius. Androlyta felt that he could do better for himself.

She always treated Lucius with respect because she was ever so thankful that he had brought Blasius with him to Amazonia. He was the perfect mate for a woman of her position. When they met back in Amazonia, Androlyta was restless and looking for new opportunities. Blasius was her ticket out of Amazonia and into the nation of Gargareans, which was maybe not a prosperous nation, but rich on personal freedom instead. She was now in charge of collecting the taxes for the Amazons in the Gargarean nation, while Blasius stayed at home and minded the household.

A 'blessing to womanhood', Lucius repeated to himself. Well, he knew for a fact that Myria would rather have her tongue pulled out than speak those words to him.

Blasius took his wife to bed and tucked her in. Then the two old friends sat at the table and talked while they shared some wine. Lucius had already had enough to drink so he stuck mainly to water. Blasius was still a bit in awe in the company of Lucius, although he had finally managed to stop calling him 'Master'. Blasius was ever so grateful that Lucius had chosen him, a mere servant and a slave, to lead the platoon of soldiers, who freed the Amazonian prisoners from prison back in Thermodonus. However, Lucius never regarded Blasius as his slave, not even a mere employee, but a close friend, whom Lucius trusted with his life. He was the obvious choice for the job.

Funny enough, back in Thermodonus, Lucius had been thinking of setting Blasius free so he could start a family of his own. Blasius was the caretaker of Lucius' household and Lucius did not need him around the house all day and all night to perform that task. However, he never got around to actually give his freedom to him. Blasius on the other hand, always wanted to ask Lucius if he possible could buy himself free. He was thinking of working in the marketplace when he had finished his chores at Lucius' household. However, he never did find the courage to address his master directly to ask for his freedom. According to Blasius, this was destiny or the will of the gods that had made Lucius stall Blasius' freedom until the right moment where he could honour his master by acting up as the officer of the platoon of soldiers, who tricked the Amazonian prisoners free back in Thermodonus.

Nowadays, Blasius looked changed; he acted with pride and self esteem. He has in charge of his own house. He wore fancy clothes and had long hair as a symbol of his newfound freedom, while Lucius wore a short haircut due to his marriage to an Amazon. In fact, Myria had just cut his hair down a few days before her birthday in order for him to look presentable in the company of her Amazon girlfriends. Blasius sometimes felt a bit sorry for his former master, who had led the band of runaway Thermodonian slaves to freedom and prosperity in their new home. Lucius had put his own life on the line when they fought for their lives in the street of Thermodonus. He had also spent his own money to give freedom to others, yet Lucius had little personal freedom and was now living almost like a slave due to his marriage to Myria, the Amazon Captain.

However, Lucius just laughed out loud and explained he was no slave at all. His wife just had higher rank than he did and therefore he had to follow her orders, just like in the army. However, his 'commanding officer' of his personal life had a beautiful face and a gorgeous body and therefore he would be but a fool to complain. Anyway, he had chosen Myria for his wife and was therefore not forced into slavery. He clearly knew what he was getting himself into when he asked Queen Hentiope for Myria's hand in marriage. Unlike many women of the west who married husbands, who at first promised love and devotion, but later turned out to be violent and vicious bastards. Myria had made it quite clear that their marriage would involve a great deal of domestic violence, (see: Part I: Beginning a new life with an Amazon).

However, it was slowly getting light outside now. Lucius still had duties to attend to and therefore he excused himself, hugged Blasius and went back to Myria's party to participate in its aftermath.

To be continued...

Myria's birthday party will continue in the next part, where Myria participates in an orgy with her birthday guests, while Eudoxia celebrates her reconciliation with Lucius by having passionate sex with him.

The storyline is set for many more chapters, however comments, suggestions or story ideas are welcome, just email the author at jallanj@yahoo.dk