First Time for an Amazon Princess
by MBP (MBPMW@aol.com)
A young amazon "seduces" a slave


"Bring someone to me," directed Cara to one of her female servants.  "Make sure he’s 
big," she added as an afterthought.

Cara lithely stretched her slim, young body on the bed of feathers.  She wore the 
traditional dress of her people: a colorful, flowery sarong skirt, with no top.  The 
amazon’s sandals were neatly stacked in the corner of the large hut.  She was nearly 13, a 
woman by amazon standards and her mother decided it was about time for her first 
sexual experience.  That meant selecting one of the slaves in the field, the only men 
allowed in Amazontian.  Although many of the slaves were used for this purpose, it was 
not uncommon for one to rebel.  Man is such a strange creature, mused Cara.  He can’t 
avoid providing sex, but some age-old instinct causes him to battle being used against his 
will.  Cara heard rumors - she really didn’t believe them - that in other places, women 
were forced to have non-consensual sex.  Rape, as she heard it called, was such a 
ridiculous concept that Cara could only consider it some fairy tale.  Imagine, some man 
being able to force himself on ANY woman!  

Two of Cara’s female servants entered with an impressive male specimen.  His hands 
were loosely bound with rope, and he was filthy from working in the fields.  Cara 
inspected him critically.  He was about 9 and ½ hands (about 6’4") and well-muscled, 
him arms and chest hardened from the hours of  physical labor.  He had dark hair, was 
probably in his mid-twenties, and wore just the skimpy shorts provided by his captors.  
Cara thought him handsome, and it surprised her that she would look at a slave as other 
than his work attributes.  She moved up close and was pleased he didn’t smell.  Eye level 
for her was his muscular chest; she stood less than 8 hands.  Cara motioned for his bonds 
to be removed, then dismissed her servants.  The slave stood motionless as Cara circled 
around him.

Stopping in front of her intended, Cara softly stroked the big man’s chest, his involuntary 
recoil expected.  Her teachers had explained that man rebelled against female aggression, 
and also that age seemed to exacerbate his reaction.  Upon further explanation, Cara 
learned that for most men, she was still considered a child, and innately, grown males 
sexually preferred grown females.  Most of this was gleaned in the early days, from the 
first captures of males.  Cara handled the anticipated rejection calmly, continuing to 
stroke the slave, then got on her tip-toes and rubbed her small, bare breasts against his 
abdomen.  The man could no longer remain impassive, and he pushed the young woman 
away.  Undaunted, Cara restarted the seduction, only to be met with even more force.  
She became very angry.

"How dare you refuse me!" Cara boomed, her voice deep and authoritative.  "You will be 
severely punished."

The slave looked around for the guards.  None entered the hut.  His eyes went wide as he 
realized Cara planned to punish him by herself.  She was still a girl, slim and smooth, 
less than half his size, but he knew that she had extensive physical training.  The penalty 
for hitting a princess was a painful death, but the slave decided in an instant that it was 
worth the moment of freedom of choice.  The male moved instinctively into a fighting 
position.            

Cara saw the slave set up to fight.  As she had been trained to do, Cara sized up her 
opponent.  He was large and strong, certainly more powerful than anyone she had ever 
faced.  The slave was in excellent shape, working long hours doing heavy physical labor.  
And even after centuries of enslavement, men kept some semblance of male pride.  She 
was trained and confident, however, and she expected to win.    

The male threw two haymakers, looking for a quick ending.  Cara nimbly avoided the 
first, and blocked the second.  In the same motion, she used the slave’s momentum 
against him, moving out of his way like a matador, grabbing his arm and twisting and he 
went sprawling, head over heels, onto the dirt floor.  He arose quickly, whirled around 
and went towards Cara, who grabbed his hands, fell to her back and pulled the male over 
her.  He landed heavily on the floor, and she continued her own momentum and back-
somersaulted, landing on his shoulders, trying to pin him.  The big man easily shrugged 
her off, but as he got up, Cara kept him going, stuck her pert butt into his thighs, rolled 
forward, and tossed the huge man over her head.  The slave landed hard again, winded.  
Cara dropped to the ground, grabbed one of his hands with both of hers, twisting it 
sharply, and pushed her feet into his neck.  The big man screamed, as Cara rocked him 
up and down, retaining control.  With an all-out effort, the male somehow extracted his 
left hand from Cara’s  hold, but she scrambled behind him and wrapped her right arm 
around his neck in a choke hold, using her left hand to anchor it.  The slave’s left arm 
was useless; he pulled ineffectively with his right against the choke.  His huge, muscular 
arm was three times the width of Cara’s girlish one, but she held him easily, smothering 
the life out of him.

With her captive nearly passed out, Cara released him and stood up.  She was breathing 
heavily, her small chest rhythmically rising up and down.  On the floor, the slave was 
gasping, trying to get air into his lungs.  Cara stood with her hands on her hips, relaxing, 
giving the male a chance to catch his breath.  She could have done anything she wanted, 
including killing him, but chose to give some recovery time.  Cara dragged the man to his 
feet.  With his left arm at his side, his body reeling, the slave still chose to swing weakly 
at Cara with his right hand.  Cara simply caught his hand with her left and pulled his arm 
up behind his back.  With her free arm, Cara pulled down the big man’s shorts, denuding 
him.  She released the armlock and spun the man around to see him maleness.  She had 
never seen one, but had heard from other girls; she was still surprised at its large size.  
The helpless man attempted to take advantage of Cara’s momentary lack of 
concentration, but his weak blow was easily eluded.  The slave’s effort only got him into 
more trouble.  

Cara began throwing the big man around the hut.  She flipped him using every trick she 
knew, then dragged him off the floor and did it again.  The powerful male was thrown 
from place to place, until getting him off the floor proved too difficult for the young 
amazon.  Cara got him to his feet for the final time, ducked under him, and managed to 
lift the slave onto her slim shoulders.  She just stood there with him draped over her, not 
moving.  The powerful man was totally exhausted but still realized mentally that this was 
the ultimate humiliation for him.  His strength, augmented from days of physical labor in 
the field, was not a match for her skill, and she had destroyed him as if he were a baby.  
Maybe he deserved to be her slave.

What neither of them realized was that his life as a slave, despite the physical exercise he 
got, only prepared him for defeat.  His mindset just didn’t allow him to win, regardless of 
his supposed physical advantages.

Cara spun the defeated man around a couple of times, and dumped him onto the dirt.  
She called her servants, and asked that they bathe and scent him. 

Part 2

Cara drew herself a bath and luxuriated in the warmth and special Amazon herbs.  Her 
easy victory over the slave surprised and excited her; she was, for lack of a better word, 
horny.  After washing, Cara exited the bath and brushed her long, light-brown hair.  She 
replaced the bath towel with her finest sarong, and added a light, colorful bracelet to her 
left ankle.  Cara lay on the feather bed, waiting for her concubine.          

The naked slave entered presently, his muscular body clean, wearing scents pleasing to 
the amazons.  Cara motioned her servants to leave, then got off the bed and sashayed 
over to the man.  She pressed her nose up against his chest, smelling the cleanliness and 
wonderful odors that the scent herbs emitted.  The slave drew back slightly, and Cara 
tossed him a look that silently said "Do you want to be beaten up again?"  The big man 
relaxed, and allowed Cara to touch and stroke him.

Cara took the slave’s uninjured right hand with her own and led him to the feathers.  
Inches away from their destination, Cara spun and pulled and the man went flying, 
landing on the bed.  Cara jumped on with him, laughing, and the slave allowed a small, 
shy smile.  He has a sense of humor, thought Cara.  She never considered that the field 
slaves had personalities.  They were just there.

Cara kissed the man deeply on the lips, surprising both of them.  The slave hesitantly 
brought his hand to Cara’s smooth body, caressing her lightly.  His hands were rough but 
surprisingly gentle.  The slave’s touch was pleasing to Cara, and she allowed him to 
explore for a while, then she did the same to him.  The slave’s maleness stood more and 
more erect.  Cara rolled the big man onto his back and nature took its course.

Many hours later, the twosome were still lying in the feather bed.  Cara was more than 
satisfied.  The slave had even stronger emotions.  He had been used by quite a number of 
the amazons over the years.  They basically took their own pleasure, or did it for 
procreation, and it was over.  But this was different.  It was tender, and for some reason, 
the slave felt Cara thought it important to pleasure him.  This was unknown to the field 
slaves.  And then Cara surprised him further, by using the four words that no slave had 
ever heard.

"What is your name?"