Jonah Intro

Jonah awoke to the sound and sting of a whip cracking on his buttocks. He jumped up on the bed he found himself lying on and turned to face his tormentors. He saw two large women standing at the foot of the bed, leering at him. One was heavy set with short black hair. She looked to be about 40. She wore an outfit of heavy brown leather. A sword and a dagger hung from her belt. A long bullwhip was in her hand.

The other woman looked like she was in her early thirties. She was taller and slimmer, but quite muscular. She wore tight black pants made of heavy cloth and a rawhide shirt cut low to reveal her ample cleavage. Her long blonde hair was pulled back into a braid. A sword also hung from her side.

Both women looked very tough and Jonah doubted he could take either in a fight even if they were unarmed. The shorter of the two was at least 6 foot tall. Jonah stood 5 foot 8 inches and his thin body looked puny in comparison. Jonah rubbed the welt on his buttocks and realized that he was naked. He covered himself with his hands and felt the sting of the whip again, this time on his left thigh. He let out a cry and rubbed the sore area.

"Raise your hands," the dark haired woman ordered sternly. He obeyed nervously. Jonah felt very embarrassed. His head reeled as he looked about him trying to make sense of what was going on. The last thing he remembered was drinking at an Inn with Antonio and the others. Jonah tried to remember last night but he couldn't think straight. He felt somewhere between being drunk and having a hangover. Jonah looked around and realized that he must be in a bedroom of the Inn.

Jonah vaguely remembered the women from the night before. The two Amazons in the corner of the bar had made him curious enough to discuss them briefly with Antonio. Jonah admitted to having a strange attraction for the blonde Amazon, but was more enamored with a young dancing girl at the Inn. She was about his own age and very pretty. He had watched her and eventually tried to seduce her in his clumsy way. Jonah had his usual luck and she soundly rejected him. He had gone back to the table and started drinking heavier to drown his sorrows while talking with Antonio. That was the last thing Jonah could remember.

"Come over here" the dark haired Amazon said. Jonah just stood for a moment until she started to raise the whip again, then he hurried over to stand before her. They towered over him. He barely came to the shorter woman's shoulders. The other woman grasped his hands and guided them up and behind his head.

"Stay like that." she said and the two women started walking around him slowly looking him up and down and lightly touching him here and there. "Hold still" he was told when he fidgeted and received a warning tap of the whip handle. The dark haired woman bent down on one knee right in front of him and grabbed his cock lightly. Jonah was very embarrassed; as this was the first time a woman had ever touched him there. The other woman started fondling his butt. Very quickly Jonah got a large erection in spite of himself.

The blonde looked over his shoulder at his cock. "Looks like he likes you." she said. The dark haired woman stroked him for a few moments and Jonah was very turned on. He started moving his hips a little to push into her hand. Both women laughed and the dark haired one stood up.

"Enough. Time to go. Get the things," she said. Jonah looked around and saw his clothes crumpled beside the bed. He started to reach for them, but she stepped between and kicked them under the bed. "You don't need those. You take this." She easily picked up a large bag from beside the door and put it on his shoulders. Jonah could barely hold it even with both hands. They opened the door and shoved him out into the hallway.

Jonah struggled to keep his balance and carry the heavy bag. The blonde Amazon led the way to the right while the other followed behind him. She kept him moving by pushing him or grabbing and pinching his butt. A man came out a door to one of the other rooms and passed them in the hall. Jonah wanted to ask for help but the man greeted the ladies and looked at Jonah with an amused expression on his face, so Jonah felt too embarrassed.

They came to the door at the end of the hall which led outside. The sun was just beginning to rise. They pushed Jonah through the door and towards a wagon parked by the stable at the side of the house. Jonah was getting winded and struggled to keep pace with the Amazons.

Jonah was even more embarrassed when he noticed a girl walk around the corner of the inn. It was Melinda, the girl he had so unsuccessfully tried to seduce the night before. She stared with a smile right at Jonah's cock, which was still hard. Jonah wanted to cover himself but was unable to. Melinda stopped and watched Jonah as he finally reached the wagon and hefted the bag in the back as he was directed.

"Now you get in," the darker haired woman ordered. Jonah looked at her for a moment… then turned and ran for it. The Amazons were expecting this and reacted quickly. The dark haired woman swung the bullwhip expertly and it curled around Jonah's ankle, tripping him up. The blonde came around the other side of the wagon and jumped on him quickly. Jonah tried to struggle, but she was way too strong for him. "So you want to do it the hard way, huh." She tied his hands behind his back with cords and pulled him to his feet.

Jonah started yelling for help and Blondie clamped a huge hand over his mouth. The other Amazon pulled a bit of cloth from a pocket and shoved it in his mouth, then wrapped another leather strap around to hold it in place. "That should keep you quiet until you learn some manners," she said. Jonah tried to struggle with the bonds but they were secure. The blonde still held him by one arm. Jonah was embarrassed to see that Melinda was still watching all of this and had actually walked closer for a better view, seeming interested and amused. The commotion had attracted the attention of a couple of the stable hands that had come to see what was going on. None looked eager to help him.

The dark haired woman whispered in his ear "You'll pay for that later, now come on." She grabbed him by his cock and pulled roughly. Still grasping tightly, she led him to the wagon as he gasped in pain. The Amazon picked him up easily and set him in the back, then climbed in after him. She grabbed his legs and pulled them wide apart. She tied each ankle to the rail that ran around the back of the wagon.

Jonah was draped over a box, bent at the waist with his head hanging down. His hands were still tied behind his back and he was very uncomfortable, he squirmed around and the woman laughed at him. She grabbed at his balls again and stroked him into a full erection. Then she climbed up into the front of the wagon as they prepared to drive off.

Jonah looked out the back of the wagon and saw Melinda standing right in front of him with a big smile. When he looked at her she blew him a kiss and said "goodbye sweetie, have fun." Melinda turned and walked away with her hips swaying as the wagon started bumping down the road.

Chapter 1

Melinda walked back into the inn still smiling. She made her way down the short hall and into a bedroom. Antonio was still lying on the bed where she had left him. He lay on his side facing the door. She looked at his handsome face and strong smooth chest longingly. She loved his long thick black hair and dark skin. She could see his thick cock hanging, not quite soft even as he slept. They had made love twice the night before, and she thought he was a wonderful lover. Melinda compared him to the boy, Jonah was his name; she had just watched depart with his new owners.

Antonio was so dark and mysterious with piercing blue eyes so striking in that dark face. He seemed so confident and at ease. People took to him quickly. He was a real man. One whom men could admire and women lust for, or fall in love with, if they were foolish.

Jonah was pale with freckles and sandy hair. His brown eyes were soft and he always seemed nervous. Melinda liked him at first. He was cute, and seemed like he would be nice if he dropped his fake bravado he got from trying to imitate Antonio. But the way he acted the night before made her angry. He stared at her body, but wouldn't look her in the eye. Then brushing up against her as if by accident after he was getting drunk. As if she didn't know he was trying to feel her. His stammering attempt to seduce her all the while staring at her cleavage. Then drinking until he passed out in a corner chair after she rejected him, though he drank less than Antonio that night. He was still just a boy, but Antonio was a man.

When Jonah was pretty much senseless, Antonio had pulled Melinda onto his lap and she knew then that they would be together. No word needed to be spoken he just looked into her eyes. She had sat with him the rest of the night. She had been there when he made the deal to sell the boy's contract to the Amazons. She didn't understand exactly what was going on, but kept quiet and didn't ask questions. She admired the way Antonio handled himself, as Amazons can be dangerous to deal with, but she wondered at why he did not try for a better price.

The Amazons seemed to wonder too, and they insisted on inspecting Jonah closely before making any deal. Antonio had agreed and the Amazons carried Jonah to their rooms, they had two adjoining bedrooms in the nicest part of the inn. Antonio followed them and to Melinda's surprise he pulled her along by the hand. They all went into the room and the Amazons began to undress Jonah. Melinda was actually a little embarrassed, but Antonio seemed to encourage her to watch. Jonah was only semi-conscious, but they took turns holding him up as the other inspected him in detail. They played with him until he grew hard. He was bigger than Melinda had expected.

After a while the Amazons were satisfied that he was healthy. The blonde Amazon had stayed in the room with Jonah while the other went back with them to the table. Melinda watched with interest as they looked over the original contract and the new contract changing ownership. The papers were signed, and she and the innkeeper each signed as witnesses. Then the Amazons gave Antonio 10 gold coins and the deal was done shortly after midnight.

This time Antonio had asked Melinda to wait for him and he had walked back with the Amazons to give them Jonah's few belongings and some information. He wasn't gone long and upon returning he pulled Melinda to him and kissed her. They had gone to his room and made love for at least an hour. She had been so turned on watching the Amazons as they stripped and examined Jonah. Maybe Antonio had expected that reaction from her.

And now only a few hours later she felt aroused again. Thinking about Jonah being taken away to be a slave to those women. The way he looked so embarrassed yet had such a hard cock. She still gazed at Antonio, absentmindedly playing with her own breast under her robe. Antonio groaned a little and rolled over. Melinda tossed aside her robe and climbed into bed with him. She lay against him and started fondling his penis. He groaned again and stirred a little, but she kept stroking him until he was fully hard. He rolled onto his back and looked at her starting to wake a little.

"I saw your friend this morning" she said. Antonio grunted. He wanted more sleep, but he could see Melinda was wide-awake and horny. "They had him out in the courtyard naked. He tried to run away, but they caught him. Then they tied him up in the back of their wagon and took him off. He didn't look very happy."

"I don't suppose so." Antonio replied, waking up more.

"He's a virgin isn't he?"

"Of course." Antonio replied.

"Not for long I bet." Melinda said with a smile.

"Oh, I wouldn't say that." Antonio said.

Melinda's smile began to falter. "I thought he was being sold as a sex slave." She had been turned on by thinking of Jonah being used by those women for sex, and the idea of him just being a simple labor slave disappointed her.

"He is, but you don't understand about Amazons. They only actually have intercourse to have children, and they only want children from large strong warriors. That is how they keep their warrior line so strong. They capture or seduce worthy warriors to father their children. Some they let go and some they slay afterwards. Others are kept as studs depending on the situation. These men they will have sex with, but no Amazon would ever have intercourse with someone like Jonah and risk pregnancy from his seed. They would rather die. But the Amazons do have strong sex drives. Some are lesbians, but many prefer pleasure from a man. So, they keep some sex slaves such as Jonah. The Amazon women can easily control men that are small and weak. These slaves give the Amazons pleasure with their mouths and hands only. Jonah will never have actual sex while he is with the Amazons, but he will learn a lot about pleasing a woman sexually. His tongue will be very busy over the next four years."

Melinda was quiet for a while as she thought about this, still softly stroking Antonio's shaft. She hadn't even thought about him giving them oral sex. It was considered disgusting in the land where she had been raised for a man to lick a woman, though a woman was expected to provide oral sex for her man. Even though she was an attractive young woman and had had sex with many partners, none had really done that for her. Once a man had kissed her thighs and outside of her lips briefly, but that was the closest it had come.

She had given many blowjobs however. She became a whore shortly after running away from home 3 years ago out of necessity. She had had sex with many men. Some were really disgusting, but she needed money or she would starve and had no other way. Some fucked her, some just wanted her to suck them off. She had some really hard times until she had made her way to this inn.

The innkeeper had taken a liking to her and let her stay there pretty cheap. She had to give him sex sometimes and she still whored at the inn, especially at first, but she was able to do a lot fewer men to get by. She mostly just danced at the inn now and got some money from the patrons. She only had to have sex for money when there was a special customer that the innkeeper wanted to please, or when she wanted some extra money for something.

Just last week there were three warriors traveling through who had paid her 5 gold coins to come to their room. She had stripped for them, then sucked each of them off. It made her feel cheap, but it had also turned her on. She had begun playing with herself as she sucked the third man off. The men noticed and encouraged her. She had played with herself until she came, then embarrassed, she dressed hurriedly and ran back to her room. Even though she felt ashamed, she masturbated to 3 more orgasms as she lay in bed. Now she thought of Jonah having to lick those two women.

"If they don't want to have sex with him, why were they so worried about being sure his penis worked right?" Melinda asked.

"They want a man that they can get aroused, even though they will never fuck him." Antonio explained. "They enjoy looking at and touching their slaves' cocks. They want the slaves to lust after them. Slaves perform better when they are aroused and it gives the Amazons more control over them. They like to get the slaves really turned on, wanting his mistresses so bad, but never able to have that pleasure. They get them all worked up, until they are begging to cum, then the Amazons laugh at their hard cocks. It makes them feel powerful. They try to keep the slaves hard as much of the time as possible. They don't allow them to cum by playing with themselves. They watch them or keep them tied most of the time."

Melinda lightly fondled Antonio's cock as he spoke, but she was actually thinking about Jonah's cock. It really hadn't been much smaller than Antonio's and she would have liked to touch it herself. She imagined herself teasing Jonah as the Amazons would do, knowing she was driving him crazy from frustration and leaving him always wanting relief, but never granting it. Yet strangely she imagined herself being Jonah at the same time, being teased and used for others amusement She squirmed in the bed. She felt so wet.

"I'm sure a slave can sneak in a chance sometimes," Antonio continued, "though not too often I bet, and they would be punished if they were caught. When they asked me if he played with himself I told them he did all the time, several times a day at least. They assured me they would break him of that habit. I said they would have to watch him really close, as I am sure he would take any opportunity and it wouldn't take him very long." Melinda laughed at that. "They said they would certainly watch him close and that when he was sold they would be sure his new owners also knew he would require closer supervision. I imagine he will have even fewer opportunities than other slaves."

Melinda was quiet for a while as she thought about this, but she took Antonio's hand and led it down to her sex. He lightly stroked her in a teasing manner. She continued stroking his cock slowly. Antonio smiled to himself. He enjoyed the way Melinda was reacting to the situation. He was glad she was getting so turned on. He wanted her, but wanted to wait a little. Melinda lay there thinking about Jonah giving those women pleasure and them just teasing him and not allowing him release. She was feeling so horny now and she was imagining herself in that position. After a while she asked, "You said, 'when he is sold,' you mean they won't keep him?"

"Oh no. They plan to sell him once they get back to their homeland. They will get plenty of use out of him on the way since it will probably take them a month or more to get there. That will give them a chance to break him in and give him some training to help prepare him. They are mercenaries at least and probably thieve as well. He would be more trouble than he is worth for them in the long run. They will just take him back and sell him for the profit. They should make a very substantial profit, too. The Amazons take slaves illegally of course and keep them in their own country. A young man like him would be fairly valuable on the market like that, but a legally contracted slave is worth even more. The owners don't have to worry about someone from another land coming to try and claim him. If he tries to escape, neighboring countries will return him if he is caught. Also, he can be taken out of their country safely. They just need to present the contract and no one will interfere. With an illegal slave local governments in other countries may try to free the slave. So for the next four years it is pretty sure he will belong to the Amazons. After that he may be freed, or they could still keep him illegally longer. It depends on who he is sold to and how honorable they are."

Melinda then asked the question that had been bothering her. "If his contract is valuable, why did you sell him so cheap? I can make 10 gold coins in a month easily, yet you sold a 4 year contract for that."

Antonio smiled in satisfaction at that. "Oh, don't worry, I made out pretty well, all things considered." He slowly moved his hand up her body and began fondling her breasts.

"What do you mean?" Melinda prompted when he didn't continue.

"Well, that contract wasn't exactly what Jonah thought he was signing. See we picked him up traveling through a little farm town about a month ago. He had some money, a little inheritance I believe. We brought him along with us because he wanted to come and he was buying a lot of food and drink. He wanted to travel and see the world, so he didn't mind paying for everyone. Then the other day the axle broke on our wagon. We said we didn't have the money to fix it. Jonah said he would pay for it and we could pay him back. The poor fool didn't know much about handling money and he gave me three times what it would cost to fix the wagon. With all he had been spending before he was nearly broke. We broke out the good potent wine and had a party in his honor the night before last. After we had drank for a while I sat down with him. I told him how grateful we were for all he had done. I said we had drawn up a contract to be sure he got paid back over 4 years. He was too drunk to really read the small print. He just can't hold his wine. He trusted me so he signed it. I have a friend who is an official in town here who signed it to make it binding, and there you have it, one indentured servant for four years."

"I was afraid I would have trouble finding someone to buy the contract, but those Amazons being here was just too fortunate. It was perfect. He will be taken out of the country heading west and when our wagon is fixed we will head east. I'm quite sure he could get it overturned if he could get us into a court here, but we are so close to the border, he may already have crossed by now. He won't be able to do anything in any other country, as far as they know it is a legal contract and they won't bother checking into his story. I doubt he will be able to get away from the Amazons, so we will be in the clear. In a month he will be hundreds of miles away." Antonio concluded.

"So you took all his money and now you've sold him into slavery for at least 4 years, and maybe longer! What a mean thing to do." Melinda said.

"Well he did want to travel, and I promised to teach him about women. Now he will learn more than he ever wanted to know." Antonio laughed mischievously. "He will start to learn to lick pussy before the day is out. I am sure both women will try him out several times today alone. He will get to know their pussies very well before they reach their destination. Then he will get to know dozens more after that."

Melinda looked at Antonio thinking what a scoundrel he was, but he was so handsome. She felt a little sorry for Jonah, but she could see the humor in the situation as well. Life hadn't been so easy for her since leaving home, why should it be for him. The more she thought about it the more she thought it served him right. It seemed just to her that a man should go through the kind of humiliation she had by becoming a whore.

She imagined how he would feel, being forced to lick those women and to do anything they say. She imagined how humiliating it would be for a man to be at the mercy of women who can overpower him, force him to please them and give him no pleasure in return. He had looked so embarrassed already, being naked in front of her and them, and he had no idea what was going on. For the next 4 years, at least, to be a slave for the pleasure of strong warrior women, never getting to have sex, at best masturbating in secret, fearful of getting caught. She was getting more aroused again, still imagining how it would be to get that way and not be allowed relief. She wanted the fantasy of it to continue just a little longer, then let Antonio screw her brains out.

"You said dozens more? You really think it would be that many?" she asked to get Antonio talking again.

"I imagine so. They don't keep very many sex slaves, because they don't want to take any chance of them trying to organize any rebellion or escape. As I understand it they are few and far between. A whole village of fifty or more may have only one such slave purchased by village leaders to be shared around. Or he could be sold to an inn in a larger city. He would have to go around serving drinks wearing little or nothing and any woman that wanted him would just have to pay the innkeeper a small amount for his use. Only one such slave is allowed per inn so they are in pretty high demand. He would have to serve several women a night. If that inn is located in a trade center there would be different women passing through all the time." Antonio paused.

"It is possible a wealthy family could purchase him for the household use. That would be the fewest he would have to serve. Still he would have to serve the entire household whenever they wanted and any guests. I'm sure a household wealthy enough to have their own sex slave would have at least 20 with family and servants. Also, he may not have the same owners the entire time. I definitely think its safe to say he will serve at least dozens."

Antonio had gone back to stroking Melinda's sex as he talked. She was getting even more aroused and was moving her hips to press herself against his hand. She was lightly stroking his penis with one hand and playing with her own breast with the other. She felt more turned on than she remembered and didn't think she could wait much more, but was enjoying listening to Antonio telling her about Jonah's fate. She liked to think he would be sold to an inn. Then he really would be just like a whore with drunken women leering at him and grabbing him, all of them knowing that for a little money he has to lick them. Then he would know how she felt and then some. All her sympathy for him was gone now and she found herself wishing that life on him. She wanted him to have to please an endless parade of disgusting women and to never be allowed to come again. Thinking of this she could wait no more and she climbed on top of Antonio's rock hard member. They fucked hard and passionately until they both collapsed in orgasmic bliss. It was the first of many times they would fuck that day.

Chapter 2

Jonah, however, wasn't having as good a morning. He was bumping along in the back of the wagon. His mouth tasted terrible, whatever rag the Amazon had stuffed in wasn't too clean. He had to breathe through his nose. Jonah felt nauseous and was afraid he would vomit. With his mouth gagged he was sure it would kill him. He fought to keep his stomach under control as he tried in vain to figure out what was going on. His memories of the night before were vague. Jonah's head was pounding with his hangover and he was dizzy from being upside down. Soon his legs were cramping and the bag was chaffing him. It seemed like hours to him, but it wasn't long at all, only minutes really before the wagon stopped. They had just wanted to get out of town. Actually Helanda, the darker haired Amazon, began to get just as worried as Jonah about the gag and the possibility of him choking to death. She quietly told Vandrel to pull over so they could check on him as soon as they had come to a secluded spot. Helanda climbed over the back of the seat and stood looking down on Jonah. He looked miserable, but unharmed. He was glaring at her, but she could tell he was afraid. Good, she thought to herself.

"Are you ready for me to take the gag out?" Helanda asked. Jonah nodded vigorously. "Then you need to be quiet. You do not speak unless you are told to. No one else can hear you out here so it won't help you to yell. If you do, the gag goes right back in. Do you understand me?" Jonah again nodded. Helanda untied the strap and pulled the rag from Jonah's mouth. He worked his jaw, but said nothing. Helanda began rummaging around in various boxes, which made Jonah very nervous. He had no idea what she was looking for. When Helanda had collected several things Jonah couldn't see she sat next to him. "Now you are going to be punished," Helanda said matter-of-factly. She held up a wide strip of soft leather about a foot long.

"No please!" Jonah pleaded.

"Quiet!" Helanda ordered and immediately gave Jonah five hard swats across his bare ass. He cried out and squirmed, but could not avoid the blows. Jonah had been spanked as a child, but not for a long time. The last time his mother had spanked him he had laughed at her. Jonah thought then that he was beyond being bothered by such a punishment. He wasn't laughing now though. He felt more pain than he ever remembered feeling in his sheltered life. He thought that the strap must have been cutting him it hurt so much. Helanda had a lot of experience disciplining slaves though and she didn't want to mark him. Jonah's ass was covered with red marks, but she did not break the skin. She wanted to get his attention with this punishment, but didn't want to go too far yet.

"That is for talking without permission. You only speak when asked to or if it is required. Next time you will get 10 for that. Now for trying to run away…" Helanda gave him 25 lashes, spreading them out over his buttocks and thighs. Soon Jonah was crying and whimpering. She was glad of his response. It seemed he would be easy to discipline. He didn't seem to be faking, but she hadn't needed to be very harsh. She wanted to be able to give out as little punishment as possible early and build up only when it was needed. "That is just a mild warning. If you ever try to get away again you will get much worse. You belong to us now. Do exactly as you are told and it won't be bad, but if you do not obey, you will be punished. You call me Mistress Helanda. She is Mistress Vandrel. Do you understand me?"

"Yes Mistress Helanda." Jonah replied, not wanting further punishment.

"Good. Now be still slave." Helanda began attaching cuffs to Jonah's ankles, then to his wrists. She put a sturdy leather collar around his neck. Each piece locked into place. She had several short chains that could be locked to the cuffs or collars in various positions. She attached Jonah's arms behind his back. Then Helanda untied his legs from the rails, but she attached a foot long piece of chain between his ankles. That would keep him from going anywhere too fast. She helped him to sit upright. Jonah's head was still swimming. This time Helanda took him toward the front of the wagon directly behind the seat. She attached short chains to his wrist cuffs, then attached these to hooks on the rails so his arms were spread out and he was looking out the back of the wagon. Jonah didn't have much room to move his arms, which was uncomfortable, but at least he was upright and sitting.

Next, Helanda took out another small leather item. Jonah didn't know what it was, but soon found out when she began attaching it to his genitals. It was a harness that fit behind his balls and around his cock. It was tight and it stretched his balls out. It hurt just a little as she put it on him, but when she was done it felt tight, but not painful. His balls just had a dull ache to them. Helanda inspected the fit and fondled him for a little while and soon Jonah was hard again. That seemed to make him ache a little more. She nodded seeming satisfied.

Helanda pulled out a water skin and took a long drink. Then she gestured toward Jonah. "Would you like a drink, slave?" she asked.

"Yes, please." Jonah said, he was very thirsty and his mouth tasted terrible.

Helanda got an angry expression and reached out and grabbed Jonah by the balls hard enough to make him wince. "Yes what?" she prompted.

"Yes, …Mistress Helanda." he answered. She gripped his balls for a few more seconds, then released him.

"That's better." Helanda said, "but you just earned yourself another punishment." Jonah kept quiet and she offered the water skin to his lips. He took several big drinks, which made him feel a little better. Then she got back into the front of the wagon and they started off again. Jonah kept quiet as they went on trying to figure out what was going on and what he was going to do.

It just didn't make sense. They called him their slave? Where were Antonio and the rest of the "gypsies"? Why hadn't anyone helped him? Jonah figured he must have passed out and then the Amazons had kidnapped him. Everyone else was partying and probably didn't know yet. He was sure they would look for him once they noticed he wasn't with them. They would find out what happened and come after him. Jonah didn't at all believe that he could ever really end up being a slave. Someone would help him out, or he would get a chance to sneak away soon. They can't just kidnap someone and take him as a slave against their will. The local authorities around here wouldn't allow it if they knew.

Jonah was sure he would be freed soon. He just kept telling himself that, but he wondered what they were going to do with him. He shifted around, trying to get comfortable. His position was an improvement from hanging upside down, but he was still far from comfortable. Though it was late spring, the mornings were a bit cool to be outside naked and he shivered a little. His ass hurt, though the pain was quickly growing less. Having his arms stretched out and not being able to move much was bothering him more. Jonah tried to get his hands free, but could not even come close. He tried to relax and think as he watched the road retreat. He could tell from the sun that they were heading west, but he was not familiar with this area. At first they passed an occasional house or farm, but soon were away from any sign of civilization and the road got narrower and rougher.

They traveled for several hours before stopping this time. The pain in Jonah's buttocks had gone to an itch, which was maddening since he was unable to use his hands to scratch. He squirmed around trying to relieve his itch. The day warmed as the sun climbed, and Jonah was no longer cold. By the time they stopped he was sweating slightly which only caused more itching. After they had secured the wagon and done a few other things, Vandrel came into the back of the wagon and released Jonah's hands from the rails. She pulled him to his feet. Jonah began to stretch his aching arms and to scratch, but Vandrel didn't allow him much time. She grabbed his arms and secured them together behind his back. She stayed behind him and reached around to fondle his cock and balls with her right hand as she pinched his nipples with the other.

Jonah could feel Vandrel's large breasts against his back and though he was frightened and embarrassed he responded to her touch. Quickly he grew very hard. He was used to masturbating every morning and usually several more times every day. Being denied the chance this morning had him feeling very horny. Though Jonah was still frightened and worried about what lay in store, he also was a little excited. These women seemed attracted to him and he got the impression they were going to have sex with him soon. The few times he had even gotten close to having sex with any girls, he always got too nervous and blew it. If Vandrel decided to have sex with him, he got the feeling she would get her way and he wouldn't have the choice to chicken out. This might be the time when he would finally lose his virginity.

Jonah started to think it might not be so bad to at least get to fuck Vandrel before escaping. Thinking about this got him even more turned on. He closed his eyes and his breathing quickened. Vandrel slowed down her stroking and was just lightly touching his shaft. Jonah, being so horny began to thrust into her hand, trying to get more stimulation. She stopped moving her hand but let him rub against it for a few moments, then began gradually pulling it farther away. Vandrel still held him firmly across the chest with her other arm and he had to reach farther with his hips to keep contact. He was thrusting his hips as far as he could, only to barely brush his cock against her hand.

He opened his eyes and saw that Helanda nearby watching him with a smile. He blushed realizing he must look foolish and stopped moving his hips. Helanda laughed and walked away. Vandrel then whispered into his ear, so close he could feel her breath, "You are such a cute one. We're going to have a lot of fun with you." She turned him around so he was facing her, looking straight into her large breasts, just inches from his face. Vandrel knelt down on one knee. Jonah couldn't help himself, in his aroused state he stared down lustily into her cleavage. She began touching his balls and he tried to start moving again. Vandrel rapped his balls with the back of her hand. "Be still," she commanded. She hadn't hit him all that hard, but in his state he really felt it. The ache spread from his balls up into his bowels and stomach and made him feel nauseous. He tried to hold still, not knowing what she was doing. Jonah soon saw that she had attached a leash to the bottom of the harness around his balls. She stood up again and lifted the end of the leash. When it tightened it pulled a flap up against the bottom of his balls, squeezing them and stretching his scrotum. The ache in his balls greatly increased and Jonah was forced up onto his toes to try to relieve the pressure. Vandrel laughed and held him that way for a few seconds then dropped the leash down again.

"Now come, it's time for lunch," Vandrel said leading Jonah to the back of the wagon. She got down first, then lifted him easily and set him on his feet. She led him under a tree at the edge of the clearing where Helanda was sitting on a blanket already eating. Jonah found it humiliating to be led by a leash like an animal, but was unable to resist. Vandrel had Jonah stand under a large branch, then lifted the leash and wrapped it several times around the branch over his head. It ran along his right cheek and it was loose enough as long as he held still, but if he bent his knees or tried to take a step in any direction it would tighten up. Vandrel disconnected the chain connecting his hands behind his back, but then attached one hand to his collar with a short chain. The other hand she attached with a chain between his legs to the harness on his genitals. Vandrel put a small loaf in Jonah's hand and sat down for her own lunch.

Jonah wasn't comfortable, but was able to eat easily enough. The bread was good and they also gave him a piece of fruit and some dried meat. As he ate he tried to figure out how to unfasten his hand that was behind him. He could feel the chain and where it met the cuff, but wasn't able to figure out how to release it. Jonah could see on his other hand that there was some sort of simple lock, but he couldn't figure it out. They were able to do it so quickly he couldn't see what they were doing. He knew they used some kind of key or tool and resolved to figure out a way to get it so he could escape. When he finished his food they gave him some more water to drink.

Jonah was feeling much better by this time. His stomach and head felt better. His hangover was pretty much gone. Jonah's biggest problems now were not being able to move much and the aching in his balls. That had continued to grow even when he was able to hold still enough that the harness wasn't squeezing him. And yet, his cock had stayed hard for most of the meal. In fact it was harder than he ever remembered it being. Jonah felt really horny and he kept taking glances down at Vandrel's breasts. He could see down her shirt quite well from where he was tied.

After she had eaten, Vandrel stood in front of Jonah looking him up and down. She came up closer to him. She was so much taller that her breasts were level with his eyes and just inches away. He stared at them longingly. "You like my breasts don't you?" she said, closing the gap between them, his face pressed into her bosom. Jonah did like them and enjoyed the way they felt against his face, but as she pushed him back a little the leash tightened on his balls. Jonah didn't answer. He had been staying completely quiet hoping to avoid punishment and didn't know how to answer. Vandrel grasped his balls lightly in her hand. "Answer, slave," she said.

"Yes." Jonah admitted.

"Yes, yes what?" Vandrel said sternly her grip tightening a little on his balls.

"Yes, Mistress…" he trailed off having forgotten the name.

"Mistress what?" she prompted squeezing tighter still. Jonah instinctively tried to back away, which of course only made it worse because of the leash.

"Mistress… I've forgotten, I'm sorry." Jonah gasped.

"Mistress Vandrel," she prompted.

"Yes Mistress Vandrel." Jonah repeated.

"Do not forget again," she said and then released his balls. She backed off some. "You were doing pretty well, but now you've earned more punishment." She produced the leather strap that Helanda had used on him before. Without hesitation she began spanking him with it. She gave him five quick lashes. With each Jonah jumped and the leash tugged at his balls. After the five lashes Jonah was whimpering. "What is my name?" she asked.

"Mistress Vandrel." Jonah sobbed.

"That's right," Vandrel said giving him another lash. "And what is her name?" she asked.

"Mistress Helanda!" Jonah answered. She smacked him again.

"Are you going to forget again?" she asked.

"No Mistress Vandrel." he gasped as she struck him again.

"You had better not, slave," she said. She gave him two more lashes. Jonah was breathing hard and tears were in his eyes. Then Vandrel handed the strap to Helanda who stood and began circling Jonah looking him up and down.

"You have a punishment coming from me still as well," Helanda said as she continued to circle him. It was making Jonah very nervous and he squirmed in anticipation of the blows. He wanted to beg for mercy, but realized she would just punish him more for speaking without permission. After she thought she had made him wait enough, she began giving him ten slow lashes. She didn't speak, just continued circling Jonah, watching him closely and reading his reaction. Helanda chuckled when she was done, because she could tell the punishment had been very effective. He was going to be an ideal slave. He was learning quickly to be subservient without any severe punishment. A ten-year old Amazon girl would take a lashing twice as severe and hardly flinch. He was acting as if the world were coming to an end. He was cute, too.

Helanda began tracing her finger over Jonah's buttocks lightly, making him jump to try to avoid her. After less than a minute his erection, which had subsided during the punishment, was returning as large as ever. Yes, an ideal slave, she thought again. Helanda was getting very wet, as she always did when disciplining a slave. It had been too long since she had felt a slave's tongue between her legs. She had thought she would have to wait until they returned to Amazonia. It had been good fortune to come across him this way. Helanda knew that Antonio rascal was up to something and this couldn't really on the level, but she didn't really care. Helanda had looked at the contract closely and she was no fool about such things. She knew it couldn't really be legal, but she also knew it looked real enough for anyone they would run into between here and Amazonia. Also, the longer that passed the less likely it would be questioned even in the Territory it was from. Helanda would not try to deceive a sister Amazon, but she was sure anyone who bought Jonah would be safe to keep him as a legal slave without any worry. Helanda and Vandrel were going to make a tidy profit and get to enjoy some much-deserved pleasure in the meantime.

"Enough punishment," Helanda said, "Now it's time for you to eat." Jonah wondered what she meant since he had just had lunch. She released his hand from his harness and attached it to his collar like his other hand. Then she reached up and undid the leash from the tree branch. Helanda led Jonah to the center of the blanket and pushed him down onto his back. It wasn't until she began to remove her pants that he realized what she had in mind. He started to roll over, but she tugged on the leash in warning and he stayed on his back. She removed her pants and underwear, not silk panties, such as Melinda might wear and Jonah got his first view of a woman's pussy. Helanda was very hairy, but he could see her lips and the moisture there. She straddled his stomach and inched up farther toward his chest. "Now, you will lick me really good, slave, or you will get more punishment."

Jonah was distressed. Like with Melinda, where he came from men never did that. It was considered disgusting and wrong. Jonah was reluctant to do what Helanda demanded. Even if she were as beautiful as Melinda he wouldn't willingly do that. He absolutely did not want to do it with Helanda. She came up and sat on his chest pinning his arms down.

"Please, don't." Jonah said.

Helanda rapped him lightly in the balls. "You get another ten lashes for talking without permission. You had better shut up and start putting that mouth to good use if you don't want more." She slid further up and paused, her pussy just above his face and she looked into his eyes. He looked scared and desperate. Helanda knew it was his first time doing something like this and she enjoyed the idea. She had often had slaves lick her, but had never broken in a slave this way. She knew Jonah would get used to it quickly and would even come to enjoy it to some extent, but for now she was making him do something he didn't want to. The feeling of power thrilled her. Helanda slowly lowered herself onto his mouth.

"Lick," Helanda commanded simply. Jonah tried to turn his head. Helanda yanked slightly on the leash and Jonah gasped. "That's five more lashes. You will do this. How much more punishment you get afterward is up to you. Now lick." Jonah reluctantly began sticking out his tongue and barely lapped at the edge of her pussy. She lowered herself more onto his mouth and said, "Lick hard." Jonah began trying harder.

Helanda enjoyed the experience although the slave wasn't any good at it yet. He just didn't know what to do. She instructed him and encouraged him by yanks on the leash when necessary. It took quite a while but eventually Jonah got her to cum. He earned another five lashes for stopping after she came without her telling him to. Helanda put him back to work and made him lick her until she came again and told him to stop. Jonah felt totally humiliated by this experience. His jaw ached and he could still smell her on his face. She didn't allow him much time to rest. Helanda pulled Jonah to his feet. After tying the leash to the tree branch again she began to deal out his punishment right away. She gave him 20 more lashes, telling him that he must learn to do better. He can never hesitate when told to lick, and never quit unless told to. Vandrel watched this seeming to be amused. When Helanda was done, Vandrel came up to him.

"Poor boy," Vandrel said to him, "you're going to have to learn to please us soon, unless you like these spankings." She began running her hands all over Jonah's body. When she leaned over he had a good view down her shirt again. Soon his cock, which had never gone completely soft anyway, was very hard again. Vandrel lightly traced her finger along it making him squirm. She pressed her tits into his face as she had before. He pushed his face into her chest, enjoying the feeling of her soft skin and large firm breasts. She grabbed his cock and held it lightly. Jonah began moving his hips trying to get stimulation. He was hornier than he had ever been and wanted to cum badly. Vandrel was getting turned on as well. She got most aroused by teasing slaves. She loved seeing the desire and frustration in their face. It was even more delicious with Jonah, because she could see the hope in his eyes that he was going to get to cum. He probably even thought he was going to get to fuck her. He was so innocent and had no idea what was in store for him. She wanted him to keep that hope as long as possible.

Vandrel was confident and knew she had a body that turned men on. She was able to get experienced slaves crazy with lust even when they knew there was no chance they would get release. It was going to be so much fun to tease Jonah and let him think he might get a chance and then deny him. They could use the promise of sex to motivate him. She wondered how long it would take him to figure out that they were never going to allow it. He kept moving his hips, trying to hump her hand, though he could barely reach. She let go completely and backed away. Jonah let out a little groan.

Vandrel then slowly removed her shirt, treating Jonah to his first view of a woman's tits. They were really impressive, so large and firm. Vandrel watched Jonah's eyes widen. She could see his obvious lust as he ogled her chest. "Like what you see, slave?" she asked.

"Yes, Mistress Vandrel," Jonah answered.

"Good, would you like to put your hands on them?" she asked.

"Oh yes." Jonah answered.

"Maybe later," Vandrel said bending down and close to Jonah's ear, "If you're good, then maybe later we can do all kinds of things." As she said this she ran her fingers up the length of his cock. Jonah shuddered enjoying her touch. "For now I just want you to suck them." She pushed her right tit up against his face. Jonah sucked at her nipple and Vandrel moaned a little. She was even more aroused now and she enjoyed stimulation to her breasts. She let him suck for a while, occasionally alternating the left for the right or rubbing them across his face. "You can suck harder than that," she said and Jonah sucked harder. He was enjoying this a lot, though he was so horny he was going crazy. "Mm, that feels nice," Vandrel sighed, "I think I'm ready for something more now, though."

Vandrel backed up a step and peeled off her pants and underwear. Then she reached above Jonah and unwound the leash again. She picked up the blanket and shook it off with one hand as she led him by his leash over to the wagon. Vandrel spread it across the gate of the wagon and sat down and spread her legs wide. She looked so sexy that way and Jonah wanted to fuck her so bad. She pulled Jonah to her and pushed his face into her chest again. Jonah tried to reach his cock to her, but the wagon was just a little too high. He stood on his toes and was able to get his cock high enough to brush against her thigh, leaving a little wet trail of precum. Vandrel laughed and pushed on his head until he had to go down on his knees, making his face even with her crotch.

Jonah wasn't as reluctant as with Helanda, but still was a little hesitant. When Vandrel commanded him to lick, though, he knew he had to do it or he would be punished. He started licking the way Helanda had showed him. Vandrel smelled and tasted different than Helanda had. Her scent was actually stronger, though less bitter and she was wetter. She also gave him instruction on what she wanted him to do and yanked on his leash, which he found rather painful, whenever he slowed down. It took Jonah quite a while, but eventually he brought her to an orgasm. Vandrel told him to stop and pulled him to his feet. He was glad she told him to stop after only one. His jaw was aching and he didn't know how much longer he could keep going. "That was okay," she said, "but you definitely need to learn to do much better."

Jonah looked down sulkily. He felt bad that she didn't think it was very good when he thought he had worked so hard.

"Don't worry," Vandrel laughed, "You'll get lots of practice. You'll get better soon. Tonight we'll have a lot more time. We need to get going now though. Are you ready, Helanda?" she called.

"Just waiting for you," Helanda answered, stepping around from the front of the wagon and taking the leash from Vandrel. She picked Jonah up and set him in the wagon. She attached his arms to the rails again as he was before while Vandrel got dressed. Helanda gave him another drink of water. Jonah could still smell their juices strongly all over his face. He wished she would clean it off, but knew better than to ask. She fondled his cock and balls again for a while until he thought he was going to cum, but she seemed to know and stopped before he could. Jonah let out a frustrated moan. Helanda laughed and got back into the front of the wagon and they started off at a good pace. They wanted to make up some time since they had been stopped for a couple of hours. They still had at least four hours of daylight left before they would stop for the night.

Jonah sat in the back uncomfortably again. Now the aching in his balls was his biggest concern. He thought he had been horny before, but he was so horny now it almost hurt. The pressure from the harness added to the aching. Jonah never had really had blue balls before, because he always masturbated whenever he got horny. Now he was starting to experience it and he didn't like it. He just kept alternating between trying to think of a way to get free (unsuccessfully) and trying not to think of how nice Vandrel's tits had felt against his face (also unsuccessfully).

Chapter 3

Jonah awoke when the wagon bumped over the shoulder of the road and then came to a halt. There were a few groggy moments when he yawned and blinked, not remembering where he was. He tried to stretch his aching arms and back and was surprised to find his arms secured. That woke him up and he remembered everything that had been going on. He was still in the back of the wagon. It was now nearly dark and they must have traveled at a steady pace for hours. Jonah was surprised he had dozed off, but he had been tired and the boredom had been getting to him. It was a small, little traveled road they were on and they had only passed a few other people all afternoon, mostly farm carts whose owners paid no attention to Jonah at all. Now they seemed to be in an even more remote area.

Jonah wondered how far they had gone. They must have covered quite a few miles, probably fifty or more. He realized that unless Antonio could find out which way they had gone, it would be difficult for him to find them. The Amazons traveled at least as fast, and probably faster, than the gypsy wagons. The gypsies usually slept late, so the Amazons would have had a good head start on them. Antonio may not have even found out what was happening to Jonah until later in the day, if he knew at all. At least several people from the inn knew he had been taken, but would they tell Antonio even if he asked?

Jonah knew that Antonio was very resourceful. He was also confident that Antonio wouldn't give up on him. Jonah and Antonio had become very close friends in the short time they had known each other. Jonah thought of Antonio as a big brother. Antonio would discover the truth and he would find a way to track them down, but Jonah had to face the fact that it may be some time before Antonio would be able to rescue him. For now Jonah was on his own. He either had to find a way to get free or get help from someone else. Jonah was still confident that he would be freed if he could just get to someone in authority. They would probably come to a town eventually and Jonah would be freed, but what then? He had no money, not even any clothes at the moment. How would he get back to the inn, let alone track down Antonio again if they had already left? The more time that went by, the harder it would be to find them. Jonah, feeling frustrated, struggled again with his restraints, but it was useless. Vandrel and Helanda started taking things out of the wagon and setting up camp, but for the time being ignored Jonah.

After a while Helanda climbed back into the wagon and came to Jonah. She unclipped him from the rails and pulled him to his feet. He struggled a little when his hands were free, but she had no trouble holding him and quickly secured his hands to his collar. "Anxious for another spanking, slave? You'll get it soon enough for that," she said. She led him to the back of the wagon, picked him up easily, and handed him down to Vandrel who set him back on his feet. He could see there were blankets spread out again and a fire going already. She took hold of his leash and began leading him toward a stream that ran nearby. She led him fast and he was having trouble keeping up. His legs were still chained together a foot apart and there was underbrush tripping him up. The pressure on his balls from the leash was quite uncomfortable, and the jerks when he stumbled made him suck in his breath and have to struggle not to cry out.

At the stream Vandrel had Jonah kneel down and she washed him with the cold water. She dried him with a towel then led him shivering back up to the blankets. They let him sit on the blanket and put another around his shoulders to warm him as they ate. This time he was able to use both hands to eat and he was sitting, so was more comfortable, though they had to hand him each thing since the chains attaching his hands to the collar were so short. Jonah ate in silence. By the time they finished it was dark.

"Now, you have a spanking coming I believe." Helanda said standing over Jonah. Jonah cringed, but wisely remained silent and didn't struggle as she grabbed his hand and pulled him to his feet. Again she took his leash and wrapped it around an overhead branch. She held a paddle in her hand and walked slowly around Jonah as she had before, looking him up and down and making him squirm. Vandrel looked on, her eyes glittering amusedly in the firelight. Finally Helanda began to give the swats. She gave him twenty again, dragging them out slowly until Jonah was whimpering. "Are you going to behave next time?" she asked him.

"Yes Mistress Helanda," Jonah gasped.

"Good," Helanda said. She was pleased with Jonah's training so far. She began touching him lightly until she had him squirming for a new reason. It didn't take long before he was hard again. "Now its time for some fun." She reached over his head and unwrapped the leash, to Jonah's relief. She handed it to Vandrel and then Helanda began removing her pants. Jonah looked at his feet, ashamed. He knew what was coming next and dreaded it. She sat on the blanket and leaned back some on a big pillow, her legs spread wide. She beckoned him with her finger, a lewd smile on her face. Jonah hesitated just a little. He didn't want to do it, but knew he would get more punishment if he delayed. He knelt down and slowly crawled between Helanda's legs. It was even more humiliating to have to crawl between her thighs willingly. He found Helanda disgusting and he did not want to lick the big, wet, hairy snatch he was facing. Yet he also was disgusted with himself. Here he was, a grown man (or so he thought himself), kneeling to lick a large woman he wasn't even attracted to who was old enough to be his mother. All because he was afraid of being spanked.

Jonah knew that he was going to do it though. He couldn't face another spanking right now and only hoped he could do a good enough job that she wouldn't spank him again after. He also was disgusted with himself for how badly he wanted to slide his cock into her slit rather than his tongue. He was so horny that right now even fucking Helanda appealed to him. Maybe if he pleased her well enough she would let him, or much better yet, he might get to fuck Vandrel. He tentatively stuck out his tongue and lightly began to lick Helanda's cunt. She wasted no time and grabbed him by the hair and pushed his face roughly into her and he began licking in earnest.

He licked her for a long time. He closed his eyes and tried not to think about what he was doing. That didn't work too well, though. Helanda wasn't satisfied with the job he was doing and cracked his ass with the leather strap. Jonah tried harder. Eventually he heard her breath quicken and he ran his tongue hard in a circle on her clit. She came holding the back of his head, pushing him into her. When she was calming down Jonah slowed his licking, but didn't stop. She pushed on his head leading his tongue down to her lips. "Put your tongue deep inside me," she directed. Jonah stuck his tongue as far into her as he could. He licked up all the cum dripping out of her. Eventually he worked his way back up to her clit and after a while managed to make her cum again. She pushed his head away and said, "That's enough for now. You're learning, but you still have a long way to go. We'll have to be sure you get lots of practice." She helped him to his feet and gave him a drink of water. Jonah was glad for the break. His tongue and jaw were beginning to ache. He was also very glad that it didn't seem that Helanda would punish him further just yet. "Well, I guess it's your turn with him now," she said to Vandrel.

Vandrel stood and approached Jonah. She stood very close to him, her breasts just a few inches from his face. Vandrel smiled down at him then slowly peeled off her shirt, exposing her beautiful breasts to him again. She just stood there letting him look, watching his reaction. Then she asked, "Do you still want to touch them?"

"Oh yes, Mistress Vandrel," Jonah replied. He raised his hand and started to grab her left breast, but she backed away and at the same time rapped him in the balls with the back of her hand. Though she hadn't hit him hard, that sick feeling rose up from his groin to his stomach. He instinctively tried to use his hands to cover himself, but they jerked short on the chains to the collar.

"I didn't tell you to touch them, I just asked if you wanted to. You just earned another punishment later," Vandrel said sternly. "Now let's try again. Do you want to touch them?"

"Yes, Mistress Vandrel," Jonah said, this time holding still.

"Better," Vandrel said and she pushed her tits against his face. Jonah enjoyed the feeling and waited. "You may touch me now." Jonah reached up tentatively and lightly touched her left breast. Vandrel sighed and pushed into his hand. Jonah reached his other hand up and grabbed her other breast. Vandrel watched Jonah's face as he touched her. It was obvious this was the first time he ever touched a woman's bosom, and he was getting very excited. She let him fumble with them for a while, to get a good feel however he wanted, but then she began to instruct him on how to touch them to arouse her. Vandrel taught him to lightly touch them teasingly at first, gradually grabbing harder. She taught him to touch the nipples at the right times and with the right pressure, occasionally sucking or biting lightly. She reached down and lightly stroked Jonah's cock, which was harder than ever. His breathing was getting quicker. He seemed to really be enjoying himself. She let him touch her until she was dripping wet, then she whispered in his ear, "I'm ready for you now," as she lightly held his cock. She saw the excitement in his eyes and knew he had misunderstood, just like she wanted him to. She sat down and leaned back on the pillows seductively, her legs spread wide.

Jonah fell to his knees and crawled to Vandrel, hoping he was finally going to be allowed to fuck her and get to cum. He was so horny at this point he could think of nothing else. He crawled between her legs and then up her body until his hands were grabbing her breasts again. "Oh, you've got me so hot," Vandrel whispered in his ear. He positioned his crotch above hers and tried to line his cock up with her pussy. It was more difficult than he would have thought, especially without his hands to help guide him. He felt his cock brush across her bush and he backed up and got it up against her lips, feeling wetness. He started to push forward to try to enter her, but then he felt pressure on his balls. It was the leash and harness. Helanda had grabbed the leash and was pulling back. He tried to resist, he wanted to fuck Vandrel so badly, but the pressure soon got to be too much and he had to back away. Vandrel grabbed the top of his head and pushed it down to her crotch.

Jonah groaned in frustration. He was so horny he didn't think he could stand it anymore. He knew what he had to do though and went to work on Vandrel's pussy with his mouth. He was not nearly so reluctant this time and was starting to get into it. He lay flat on the ground so that he could rub his cock against the blanket as he licked, but then Helanda pulled straight up on his leash so that he had to raise his rear way into the air. Both ladies laughed. Vandrel's thighs hid Jonah's blush. "None of that now. Pay attention to what you're doing," Vandrel said. Jonah had only paused a second in response to the ache in his balls, but immediately went back to licking. He kept it up for a long time and eventually Vandrel came. She pushed him away and said, "That's enough for now." His mouth was really tired so he was glad to stop.

Vandrel sat back and rested. Helanda pulled Jonah onto his feet. After giving him a drink of water she began to touch Jonah all over. Her hand gently stroking his chest, then sliding down his stomach to cup his balls, making him squirm. Soon she had him very worked up and drooling precum. Then she took the leash and led him to an overhanging branch. Jonah knew what must be coming and Helanda laughed satisfied at the nervous expression on his face. Soon the leash was tied to the branch and Jonah waited helplessly to see what Helanda was going to do. Helanda sat beside Vandrel and the two of them just rested a little drinking some wine. Both were pleased with his progress. He had a long way to go, but was taking to the slave life well. He needed to improve his technique and endurance, but was off to a good start at pleasing them. After about 20 minutes Vandrel got to her feet and approached Jonah. "Now it is time for your punishment." She gave him twenty lashes as he tried his best to hold still so as not to tighten the leash.

"I guess it's your turn with him again," Vandrel said to Helanda.

Helanda removed all of her clothes this time before releasing the leash from the branch. Though he had already licked her pussy twice, this was the first time he saw her whole body naked. She definitely did not look as good to him as Vandrel, yet he still found himself erecting just from the sight of her. He was feeling so horny and the ache in his balls was more pronounced than before. His mouth was tired and he didn't know if he would be able to lick her again. Helanda had no doubt that he would though and didn't hesitate long before she had him on his knees before her. She didn't have him start licking right away, though. She said, "You can start on my tits first, slave," and she sat back down on the cushion." Jonah reluctantly went to work on her tits with his hands and mouth as he had for Vandrel earlier. Jonah didn't enjoy it as much, yet still grew hornier and hornier as he served her. When Helanda was ready she pushed his head down between her legs and he licked her again. He was tired, but tried his best and was able to go long enough to get her to cum. He hoped she would tell him to stop, but she did not say anything so he tried to keep going. He was really tired by the time he managed to bring her to another orgasm and he paused thinking she must be done this time. "Keep going, slave," she said sternly and he felt a lash from the strap she held in her hand. (Somehow she always seemed to have something at hand to punish him with.) Jonah stepped up his effort and somehow found the energy to keep going until he was able to give her another one. Finally, mercifully, she pushed his head away and said "Enough for now." She gave him several long drinks of water and Jonah was able to rinse the pubic hair from his mouth and felt a little better.

His relief at being finished would be short-lived and he was dismayed to hear Vandrel immediately say "Good, it's finally my turn again." He really didn't think he could keep going this time and yet he still found his face between her legs licking again. He was going much more slowly and started to quit when he felt the strap again. They were able to keep him going by giving him lashes whenever he started slowing down and eventually he was able to make Vandrel cum 4 times before they let him rest again. His jaw was aching, his ass was burning, his balls were aching, and he was far hornier than he had ever been in his life. Exhausted he just wanted to go to sleep and he couldn't believe it when after another drink Vandrel said, "Okay, it's your turn again." Jonah groaned aloud, which just earned him another couple of lashes.

Helanda didn't really even want him to lick her anymore, she felt very satisfied. However, the slave was going to need to increase his endurance way beyond what it was now, so it would be necessary for them to have him lick them many times each day. She was just going to have to let him do it again. If he had difficulty pleasing Vandrel the last time, then pleasing Helanda this time was pure torment. He could hardly keep going, yet he had the strap as a regular reminder that he couldn't stop. He didn't know how he did it, but managed to keep going until he had satisfied her yet again. He was actually crying, but not surprised when after a drink he looked up to see Vandrel beckoning him with her finger. So without even a short rest he was back to licking her pussy again. Finally after satisfying her a last time and being spanked nearly continuously throughout they were ready to go to sleep for the night.

Jonah slept between them, his wrists still attached to his collar. He was warned to stay still and not so much as stand up without permission. The leash still attached to his harness was in Helanda's hand even as she slept and he didn't have much hope of getting away in the night. He awoke a couple of times with his cock hard and tried rubbing it against the blankets. Helanda proved to be a very light sleeper and each time caught him at it and yanked the leash telling him to stop. He eventually passed the night ending his first day as a slave.

After a long and not especially restful night Jonah was awakened by Helanda grabbing his balls. She played with them until he was awake and also erect and very aroused. Once he began moving his hips and breathing heavier she pulled him to his feet. He stood there blinking groggily in the first morning light. It took him less time to remember his situation. Jonah felt even hornier than the day before and wanted so much to stroke his cock like he usually did when he first awoke. He automatically tried to reach his hand down toward his crotch, but his hand stopped well short because of the chain. He heard Vandrel giggle at this and saw her nearby packing something into the wagon. Helanda led him over to her and handed her the leash before going back to roll up the blankets they had slept on. Vandrel grabbed Jonah's hard cock and stroked him lightly before reaching down to fondle his balls, which soon had him writhing. Then with a smile she lifted him into the wagon and climbed in after him. Soon she had him restrained again as he had been the day before. He was given some water, but apparently they wouldn't be eating until later. They were on the way shortly and Jonah was left with his thoughts as he watched the road receding.

The seriousness of Jonah's situation was really beginning to sink in. He was beginning his second day as Helanda and Vandrel's slave. They had gotten another early start and he supposed they would cover a lot of ground again today. He tried to hold onto some hope that Antonio was following and would be able to catch up and help him. Jonah's balls were really beginning to ache now from frustration and the added pressure from the leash just made it worse. He wanted to cum so badly. He had never been teased like this and not been able to jerk off and relieve himself. He wondered when he would get his chance to fuck. He was unable to keep his mind from sexual thoughts for long. He was so horny. Jonah squirmed in his bonds, getting what stimulation he could from his cock rubbing against his legs, but he was unable to get enough to cum. It seemed a very long morning to him before they stopped for a break before midday. It went much as the noon meal had the day before, though they were more sparing with the food and they did not have Jonah pleasure them. This allowed them to get back on the road much quicker.

Jonah was surprised when they did not put him into the back of the wagon as before. Instead Vandrel lifted him into the front seat as Helanda climbed in from the other side. He thought it would be much better to sit between them as they traveled than to be restrained in the back. But then Helanda began untying strings on her pants. Jonah wondered what she was doing, but then saw that the crotch part of her pants was removable. Her pussy was now revealed and accessible. He began to realize why he was getting to ride up front as he looked over at Vandrel who was also removing her pants and underwear and putting on a skirt. She climbed into the seat on Jonah's side. Helanda guided him down onto the floor between her legs. Jonah started licking her pussy. He was resigned to having to do it so he hesitated less. He was able to use his hands too, since they were still secured by the short chain to his collar from lunch. That made it a little easier, but the bumping of the wagon was tricky. It was hard to keep his balance and often Jonah's face slammed into Helanda's crotch, not that she minded. He was beginning to get better and before too long had Helanda moaning. When she was through he switched places and was between Vandrel's thighs. She lifted her skirt high and he buried his face into her pussy. They spent the rest of the day traveling like that. Jonah was allowed brief rests and sips of water, but spent much of the time licking one or the other. At times they didn't even seem interested, yet if he tried to stop they would order him to continue. They were building his stamina.

They set up camp late in near darkness then had supper sitting by the fire. They drank wine with the meal and even let Jonah have some. Vandrel got out a sort of flute and began playing music as Helanda beat time on her leg. Then they told Jonah to dance for them. Helanda freed his hands, but his feet still had the length of chain and she held to his leash. Jonah tried to protest that he couldn't dance, he didn't know how. They told him he had to dance or he would be punished. Jonah tried to dance, really not knowing what to do. Both women laughed at him, but told him to keep going when he tried to stop. Jonah thought he would die from embarrassment, in fact he wished he would. Helanda got up and started showing Jonah how she wanted him to dance. They wanted him to dance sexy, like the dancing girls Jonah had seen a few times before. Jonah tried but he wasn't very graceful. He couldn't stop blushing and kept his eyes on the ground as they laughed at him. They would beckon him closer with a finger then pinch or grope him when he got close enough. They also gave him more drinks of wine. It felt good for him to get to move freely. He was very stiff from being restrained one way or another most of the past 2 days. Jonah started to loosen up some and his dancing got a little freer, though he still felt foolish. They kept touching him, keeping him very aroused, but not allowing him to touch himself.

Eventually Helanda pulled Jonah to her and ordered him to lick her again. After Jonah had made her cum twice Helanda lay down and seemed to be going to sleep. Vandrel pulled Jonah to her. She embraced him, pressing his face into her breasts as she cupped his buttocks. Jonah put his arms around her and tentatively began to grope at her. She didn't discourage him so he freely grabbed her ass with one hand and a tit with the other. As they touched each other and rubbed against each other Jonah felt his lust building from the friction of his cock against the fabric of her skirt. She pushed him back and put the end of the leash on the ground and stood on it. Then she slowly removed her shirt. Jonah was so aroused he touched his cock briefly. Vandrel made a face at him and said "None of that!" She got the chains and attached his hands to his collar again. As she did so her bare breasts rubbed against him, further arousing him. Then she pushed him down onto the blanket beside Helanda. Jonah lay on his back and Vandrel straddled him. She was bare-breasted but still wore the skirt. She sat right over his cock. He was not inside her but could feel her hair on his cock head and a wet warmth at the base of his cock. He had never been so horny and close to cumming. She watched his face as she sat there completely still. He wasn't quite able to cum, but he was so close.

"Please…" Jonah begged. He was afraid she might punish him for speaking, but he was desperate. She just looked at him questioningly. He didn't know how to continue. He was embarrassed and he didn't know how to confess his need to cum to her. "I want you so bad," he ended up saying. Vandrel just laughed and got off of Jonah who groaned. Vandrel led him to the wagon. The gate was open and she sat on it like she had the day before pushing Jonah to his knees right between her thighs. He couldn't reach a hand down to touch himself and there was nothing to rub against except Vandrel's legs, though mostly she kept them out of reach. So his hard cock bobbed in the air as he licked Vandrel to several orgasms in a row. She seemed especially aroused and made him go on for a long time. He was really tired by the time she finally was satisfied and they went to sleep. She made him sleep on his back between them with a light blanket over them. When he fidgeted too much he was smacked and warned of whippings in the morning so he was unable to get very comfortable rest or relieve the growing ache in his balls. So ended another day for Jonah in slavery.

Jonah awoke hornier than he ever would have thought possible. He had last masturbated in the late morning on the day before he awoke as a slave. He had masturbated twice that morning yet he had already been horny again by the time he watched Melinda dance that evening. Now it had been nearly 3 days, which was longer than Jonah had ever waited since he first started to masturbate. All the sexual activity from the past 2 days had him desperate to cum. His cock was hard as a rock when Helanda ordered him to get up. She laughed and lightly slapped his shaft when he stood naked before her. "All ready for another day I see," she said. They prepared to leave camp and Helanda lifted Jonah into the back of the wagon again. She was beginning to secure his arms as on the previous days when Vandrel interrupted.

"I'm feeling kind of tired today. I think I'll lie in back and try to nap this morning. I'll keep his leash, he won't be going anywhere."

"Very well." Helanda answered and she reattached his hands to the collar. She wasn't surprised Vandrel was tired considering how long she had stayed up the night before playing with the slave.

Helanda climbed over into the front of the wagon as Vandrel curled up next to Jonah. She lay on a large pillow and a blanket, but Jonah sat on the hard wood, his back propped against the wagon. Vandrel was stretched out comfortably on her side, her head resting on Jonah's chest. He felt the weight of her heavy breasts resting on his stomach. He felt so aroused he could hardly stand it. It felt very nice to have her so close to him, yet so frustrating as well. The wagon started off down the road. He tried to keep still and relax hoping he could fall asleep himself. However, Vandrel really had no intention of sleeping. She was having fun with the slave. She knew he was getting very horny and she wanted to push him even farther. She started touching his smooth chest with her fingertips, making circles around his nipples but not quite touching them. Then she slowly traced down his stomach toward his cock, but not quite reaching it before going back up to lightly brush a nipple. Jonah gasped and squirmed. "Be still," Vandrel ordered. She went back to rubbing his chest usually avoiding his nipples, but giving them an occasional tweak.

After a while of this she began inching down toward his cock again. This time when she got close enough to barely brush his head before going around his genitals to stroke his thighs Jonah groaned and said "Please…"

Vandrel said, "Now I told you to be still. You just earned a punishment. You had better keep quiet if you know what's good for you." She went back to touching him oh so lightly all over, except she avoided his cock and balls. She watched his reactions closely and enjoyed teasing him so much that soon she was feeling horny again. She decided to let it build and she would use him to please her in the afternoon. She gradually increased the attention she paid to his nipples, pinching and twisting them. After a short time of this treatment Jonah began to ooze precum from his cock. Vandrel noticed and took out a handkerchief, which she used to slowly and gently wipe off his cock head. Jonah tried to keep still but couldn't help trying to move his hips and moaning. Vandrel just smiled and went back to touching his chest and thighs. She kept it up all morning. The only times she touched his cock was to wipe off the precum that leaked out. A few times she would stop moving her hands and Jonah would think she had finally gone to sleep, but after a while she would start up again.

Vandrel continued teasing Jonah all through the morning until they finally stopped for lunch some 5 hours later. By this time Jonah was really in a state. He had thought he was as horny as he could be in the morning before they set out. Now he was way beyond that point. He was so desperate to cum he couldn't think straight. He hated and loved what Vandrel was doing to him and he wanted to fuck her more than he had ever wanted anything in his life. Jonah would have given anything just to get to jerk off though. When they pulled him to his feet he groaned and was walking funny his balls ached so badly. Both women just laughed at him. Helanda spread out the blanket and began getting lunch ready. Vandrel still held Jonah's leash and was looking him up and down. "Aren't you going to eat?" Helanda asked her.

"Not yet, you go ahead," she answered, "I've got something else I want to do right now." She looked at Jonah lustfully. She sat down on the gate of the wagon and spread her legs, leaning back some. "Get to work, slave," she said to Jonah. Helanda shrugged and began eating her lunch as Jonah got on his knees between Vandrel's thighs. He cried tears of frustration at how unfair it was he had to keep pleasuring her when he was so horny himself, yet any complaint from him only got him more punishment. Vandrel didn't even notice though, she was just intent on getting her own orgasm. Teasing Jonah this morning had gotten her so hot. She loved seeing that look of frustration on his face and wondered how it must feel to be treated that way. It must be hell, but she had been raised to know that that was just what weak men like him deserved. She smiled as she enjoyed Jonah's tongue on her clit. She always loved teasing slaves, she didn't really know why she enjoyed it so much, but it made her feel sexy. It was so much fun with Jonah. She hadn't teased such a young man before. He got close to cumming so fast they really had to be careful with him. His desire showed so much on his face and with his actions. He hadn't figured out that it just encouraged her… and with only Helanda to share him with she could spend all the time she wanted with him. She sighed as she came the first of several times before she allowed him to stop for lunch. She felt very satisfied as she attached the slave's leash to a nearby tree.

Helanda had finished her lunch and handed some bread to Jonah telling him to eat quickly. Vandrel sat on the blanket and started eating her own lunch. When Jonah had finished the fruit he was given, Vandrel said absentmindedly, "Oh, he has a punishment coming, do you want to do it?"

"Alright," Helanda answered taking the now familiar strap from her belt. Jonah cringed, but was unable to avoid Helanda's strokes. She gave him a stern spanking as Vandrel began packing up. Then she fondled his balls, not too gently before leading him quickly back to the wagon. He limped along trying to keep up. He sat up front as on the day before and he knew what would be coming before Helanda removed her crotch-piece. "It's about time you gave me some attention," she told him.

"You can use him the rest of the day if you want," Vandrel said, "I wasn't meaning to be selfish."

Jonah spent the afternoon pleasuring Helanda. When he was resting she kept him between her thighs. He eventually tired but Helanda told him he had to keep going or he would be punished again. Jonah tried and though he licked her for a long time and knew she had cum several times she still wasn't satisfied with his performance. When they stopped for the day she gave him another sound whipping. After eating supper they made him dance for their amusement again, though went to sleep earlier. They were all tired.

The days went on like this. They were in a remote area and they seldom saw anyone as they traveled. Jonah pleasured both women often and was getting better at it. His stamina had improved, but it never seemed to be enough to satisfy them. He was always horny, the aching in his balls was worse sometimes than others, but never completely went away. They continued to tease him as well, especially Vandrel. Neither woman touched his cock much if he was erect, but if either noticed Jonah wasn't hard, they would play with him until he was. He was punished now and then, but it became less often as he tried to do what was expected of him. By the time the sixth day had past he was very depressed. Jonah was beginning to fear he was never going to get away. Where were they taking him? They had traveled a long way and he no longer had much hope anyone would be following. He only hoped to get to a town where he could find someone to help him.

Chapter 4

The light was dim and smoky, flickering across Melinda's body as she danced. Jonah watched fascinated as she bent and swayed seductively, a pouty look on her face. She slowly removed her shirt yet kept it strategically placed in her hands so that Jonah could not quite see her breasts. Her head was bent low, but her smoldering eyes looked up into his as she came closer, lowering the shirt as she neared until he could see her perfect breasts. Melinda smiled shyly at him and he reached for her trying to put an arm around her shoulder. She pulled away from him and began dancing again.

The scene changed strangely. Jonah found himself to be naked sitting on a stool. Melinda was now totally naked as well, still dancing for him but more wildly than before, the red firelight playing over her beautiful curves. Jonah's cock grew incredibly hard. Melinda began stroking herself suggestively, looking Jonah up and down and coming closer. She came into Jonah's arms and he began touching her soft flesh. She nibbled on his ear then grasped his cock and held it lightly. He was so horny he felt he was going to explode. The first spasm of his ejaculation was beginning when Melinda pushed back a little. She looked to her right smiling and gesturing for him to look that way with her eyes. Jonah looked and saw Vandrel and Helanda standing nearby looking at him sternly. Then his long built up orgasm sprayed from his cock. It gushed in five huge spurts before slowing down to a twitching trickle. He could hear Melinda's girlish laughter.

Jonah passed from his wonderful dream to a waking nightmare. Of course he had been dreaming, unfortunately the only real part of the dream had been the orgasm, which felt so great after his past week of teasing. His pleasure would be short lived as the wetness immediately awakened Helanda who quickly realized what had happened. She was furious and cursed at him in a language he didn't understand. She grabbed his balls in a crushing grip that soon had him whimpering in pain. She woke Vandrel and explained what had happened. Vandrel angrily grabbed Jonah and led him to the wagon. His hands were still attached to his collar by short chains, as they normally kept them when he slept. She tied his leash to the rail of the wagon and she climbed in back groggily. She rummaged in a box and returned with a long wooden rod with a D-ring at each end. Jonah was momentarily afraid she was going to beat him with it or something, but she leaned down and attached it to his ankles in place of the chain. His legs were now spread out as far as they would reach and he couldn't close them. Vandrel brought down a crate, dropped a blanket on it and pushed Jonah face down across it. His butt was sticking in the air, his legs spread helplessly.

By then Helanda had wiped up the mess and had found what she wanted to start delivering Jonah's punishment. It was a sort of paddle, specially made by Amazons and used for slave training. Almost every Amazon woman had used one on a slave. It was simply and playfully referred to as the nut-whacking stick. At the business end it was indented, rather like a spoon, though that end was heavier and covered with padded leather. Also there was a clapper on the back that made a nasty sound and added to the sting. Though it must be painful (slaves certainly never wanted that punishment) it didn't do any permanent damage if used properly and left the slave with the intended aching in his balls. It was the regular punishment for slaves caught having unauthorized orgasms. Since it was very rare for an Amazon to ever give permission for a slave to cum they were punished for almost every orgasm, even if an Amazon caused it to happen.

Normally Amazons tried to keep slave orgasms to a minimum. There could be exceptions though. A young Amazon may make a slave cum just out of curiosity. Vandrel had done that herself before realizing how much more fun it was to keep them horny. Sometimes an Amazon would make a slave cum just for the fun of punishing him afterwards. Helanda had even been to an inn several times where they had an especially horny slave that they made orgasm as much as possible. They had a policy that every patron who could make the slave cum won a free drink and got to give the slave ten whacks with the nut-whacking stick. When the inn was really busy women would be working on him all night, stroking him, sometimes sucking him or teasing him with their bodies. Each time that he came they would ring the bell and the women would hold him down while the winner gave him the ten whacks while everyone laughed and cheered. Then they would start right in on him again and usually within minutes his cock would start to get hard again. They could usually make him cum at least five times a night and sometimes more, though it would be small amounts by then. That slave had been taking at least fifty whacks a day for years and the last time she saw him he was still about as horny as ever and he still begged and pleaded for mercy from the nut-whacker.

From the way Jonah responded to the light lashings they have been giving him Helanda knew he was going to absolutely hate this. Ten or fifteen whacks were a pretty standard punishment for that offense, but Helanda wanted Jonah to suffer more than that. She was determined to keep him frustrated, never allowing him to cum and she wanted to be sure he was punished soundly when he did. She decided twenty-five whacks should be his minimum punishment. It was deliciously cruel. She would continue to use as light a punishment as she could for minor mistakes, but she would show no mercy for this offense. Helanda showed him the stick and Jonah looked frightened already though he couldn't have seen one before. She didn't give him long to contemplate. "Count," she said simply. Helanda swung the stick with a sharp stroke perfectly aimed at his exposed testicles. It made the satisfying thump slap sound. Jonah let out a wail and thrashed around, pulling at his binds but he was helpless. "Count," she repeated punctuated by another whack.

Jonah wailed again and managed to croak "Two."

Whack "Start again." Helanda said.

"One!" Jonah cried and Helanda continued. By the time the count reached five Jonah was crying freely and begging between counts. As he neared ten he was struggling wildly then when it was past he calmed some trying to accept it. After fifteen had passed he began struggling more than ever. By the time he had past twenty it seemed the torment would never end and he was moaning and weak. When she stopped at twenty-five he was relieved for a moment, but the ache was still growing and spreading from his groin into his abdomen. The sensation was worse than anything he had ever felt. It was way worse than the severe blue balls he had been getting. Jonah started crying anew when Helanda said that now it was Vandrel's turn. He didn't think he could take any more, though as he was always finding out he could… because he had no choice.

"Let's give him a few minutes first," Vandrel said. She began lightly fondling Jonah's aching balls. She gradually increased her pressure until she was massaging them fairly firmly. Every touch seemed to renew the pain in his balls and her massaging just kept the ache growing and spreading, and yet Jonah's cock began to get hard again. Jonah squirmed and writhed but could not escape the sensations of Vandrel's soft but cruel touch. She kept this up for at least ten minutes, though Jonah was in no state to discriminate time. Finally the edge of the pain seemed to subside and merge more with his arousal. Vandrel started stroking his cock until he started to gasp. He was already near to another orgasm. "OK, I'm ready now," Vandrel announced. Without further delay or instruction she stood and whacked his balls soundly. Jonah cried out, but forgot to count until the second stroke. He began counting miserably as Vandrel steadily delivered twenty-five sound strokes. When she finally stopped Jonah gasped in relief sobbing and exhausted. Vandrel let him relax, and then delivered five more very fast whacks to his balls. "Those last five were for waking me up, now hopefully we can get some sleep," she hissed.

Helanda removed the spreader and they lay back down to sleep. Jonah had a hard time keeping still. His balls ached worse than ever and he couldn't get comfortable. He occasionally let out a low moan or sob. Helanda warned him, but when he failed to settle she told him he would be punished again in the morning for not being still. Finally Helanda and Vandrel managed to fall asleep. Jonah lay awake, miserable, for most of the night. He couldn't believe he was being treated this way. It wasn't fair. He couldn't help having a wet dream, especially after being teased and not allowed a chance to cum all week.

Jonah just had to get away from them somehow. He couldn't take being beaten that way and he was afraid of worse treatment in the future. He tried to think of a way to get free, but he didn't know how. Jonah didn't think he could manage to overpower them. He couldn't outrun them when they had the chain between his ankles. Maybe sometime he could make a break for it if they took them off. He may be able to slowly sneak off if they weren't paying attention, but hadn't seen any opportunity for that yet. Jonah was too afraid of what would happen to him if he were caught. He would just have to keep waiting for someone to help him. They would have to get to a town or something eventually and someone in authority could surely make them release him. Finally he fell into the blissful emptiness of sleep.

Melinda awoke from her dream smiling and pleasantly aroused. She sighed and began touching herself softly. It had seemed so real. She had danced for Jonah as the two Amazons looked on. She thought of the look of desperation and desire on his face as her fingers began circling her clit…so real…she thought again. Her first orgasm built quickly and soon she was moaning as she pleasured herself. It felt so nice. She had been really horny since that night Jonah had been sold to the Amazons and often fantasized about it.

It was too bad Antonio had left. He had slipped off after a couple of days without even saying goodbye. Not a big surprise but Melinda still felt a little hurt. Oh well, he had left her with some nice memories and a lot of fantasy in her head. She wondered if she would see him again. If he should happen to pass through she knew she would gladly let him back into her bed, but there would never be anything more than that between them. She hoped she would see him, but if not so be it. There were other men. She had already let two other guys fuck her this week alone. She just couldn't seem to get enough. She hadn't even charged them she had felt so horny.

Her thoughts drifted back to Jonah. Maybe she would see him again, too. She was surprised that the thought of seeing Jonah mattered more to her than seeing Antonio. She had only spent a short time with Jonah and yet she couldn't stop thinking about him. Somehow there seemed to be a strange connection between them. Melinda didn't know why but she felt sure in her heart that she would see Jonah again. Maybe it was just wishful thinking… not wanting to let go of the fantasies that had filled her with lust since that night. She did want so badly to know more about what was happening to him. Yet it seemed like something more than that. It felt like… fate. They were meant to see each other again. Melinda shook her head. She was being silly. She didn't believe such nonsense. Still, she couldn't shake the feeling.

Sometimes Melinda felt a little guilty for her part in all of it, though she had done nothing wrong. She didn't know Jonah had been tricked. She could have tried to help him when she did find out, but that would have meant getting Antonio into trouble and she didn't want that. Melinda felt sort of sorry for Jonah, knowing he was going to go through a long unpleasant ordeal. Yet when she began to imagine details of how he must be being treated she found herself getting wet. She would wonder were they really making him lick their pussies over and over, teasing him mercilessly but not letting him cum? Did they punish him? As Melinda imagined these scenarios she would get so aroused and forget her guilt. She would start to take a delicious evil glee in the fact that it was really happening to him. She had even asked some travelers about Amazon ways and they had confirmed to her that they had heard of Amazon women owning such slaves who were treated in the way that Antonio had described to her. Melinda had wanted to hear more but all her questions of Amazon women and slaves got her some odd looks and raised eyebrows.

She thought again of her dream. Dancing for Jonah, touching his cock as the Amazons looked on. Melinda's fingers increased speed, stroking her slick dripping pussy. She thought it might be fun to tease herself and stop before cumming again to give herself a little taste of the teasing Jonah was experiencing. She couldn't do it though. Remembering the vivid dream she quickly reached her second orgasm. Panting she told herself she would stop after one more, then a little later after five. She was moaning loudly as she came again and again. A little over an hour later she made herself get out of bed. The sheets were soaked and she could smell herself. It was still dark. She threw a sheer robe over her otherwise naked form and stumbled out into the hall carrying a candle. As she passed the door to the room next to her it opened and a middle aged man staying at the inn poked his head out. "Think you could keep it down over there you crazy, horny slut!" he hissed at her.

Melinda was shocked and embarrassed. She could barely see into the room through the partially open door. A woman, maybe his wife, maybe not, was lying in bed looking annoyed. "Sorry," Melinda said and quickly continued down the hall. What was wrong with her today? She still felt horny. It must have been the dream. It would pass.

But that was just the start of the dreams.

Chapter 5

Jonah was awakened by the feeling of a strong hand grasping his balls. Though the pain had diminished they were still very sensitive. He tried to get away from her touch, but he could not. Helanda played with them a few moments until Jonah was completely awake. "How are your little balls feeling?" she asked playfully as she squeezed even a little harder.

"They still hurt, Mistress Helanda." Jonah answered.

"Good!" Helanda said swatting at his balls with her hand a few times. Jonah sucked in his breath. He just wanted his torment to end. He wanted so much to get back to his old life traveling with Antonio, or even his old life on the farm. He had hated it so much there and wanted to get away so badly, but now he would give about anything to go back rather than have to endure the treatment he got from the Amazons. Helanda rose chuckling to herself. She seemed to be in a very good mood. Jonah glared at her back. He hated her so much right now. He heard a cough and looked over at Vandrel standing at the edge of the blanket watching him. He thought of the anger and cruelty she had displayed last night and he was nervous as she approached him. Vandrel helped him to his feet. She removed his cuffs from the chain to his collar only to fasten them together behind his back. As she did she pressed her body against Jonah and he enjoyed the feelings even as he tried to hate her. He tried to focus on the fact that she was his enemy as she caressed him and pressed her cheek to his. He began responding as he always did when she was close to him despite himself. She seemed so gentle and tender now.

"Poor slave," Vandrel cooed, "does it really hurt so much?" She bent down on one knee to examine his genitals. "Hmm, they seem a little swollen and blue, but there doesn't seem to be any harm done. Your cock sure still seems eager for action." By now he had grown completely hard. His orgasm hadn't done much to lessen his desire for sex or to masturbate and his balls ached as much as before he got to cum. "Sorry we had to do that to you, but you know you need to learn to control yourself. That was such a nasty thing you did… squirting all over like that and waking us up. Shame on you."

"I couldn't help it." Jonah said softly.

"Aww… well you had better learn to," Vandrel said. "If it happens again you will be punished. Don't you know that men are meant to do that inside a woman? That is what a dick is for. A man puts it inside a woman and slides it in and out until he cums. That's how babies are made," she explained as if Jonah had never heard of this before. "Oh, I know you've never gotten to do that but you still shouldn't squirt for no reason. A male should only cum inside a woman, otherwise it is just a waste and we won't allow it." Vandrel's voice softened and she drew closer to his ear as she continued, "Wouldn't you rather cum inside a woman? It would feel so much better you know. I think you have a really nice cock." She began stroking him softly and he grew even harder in her hand. "It gets so hard. I'm sure you could fuck really well… I've thought about it you know. I've wanted to throw you down and ride you since the first time I saw you. You're so cute."

Jonah blushed. Vandrel could see Jonah was responding to her flattery and hope was growing in his face. He no longer seemed so sullen. "But we have to be careful. Helanda wouldn't approve. But if you behave and do a good job, maybe I can convince her to let me have some time alone with you. We could have such a good time." By now Jonah was very worked up and excited from the prospect of getting to fuck Vandrel sometime. He only wished it could be right now. Yet she had given him hope that it would happen soon. Vandrel was still holding his cock and Jonah was moving his hips lewdly. He was so used to being naked and aroused around them that he didn't even stop when he heard Helanda laughing at him.

Vandrel released his cock and Jonah groaned. "You've got me really hot thinking about that, you'll be riding up with me first today," she whispered into his ear. Helanda came back over and Vandrel pushed Jonah back and began packing the last of the gear. After a quick bite they were on the road and Jonah was busy licking Vandrel. He was getting better and seemed more motivated. Vandrel was pleased with the job he did licking her pussy. Her little conversation had accomplished exactly what she had wanted. Jonah thought he might get to fuck her if he did well enough so he was trying harder and seemed less depressed. He also was getting even hornier imagining getting to have sex with her. It was an ego boost for her. She could tell he wanted her and Vandrel liked to be desired. It also had her turned on as well. Not imagining having sex like she told Jonah, but letting him believe he was going to get to when that was never going to happen. It was fun leading him on. He would surely realize eventually that she was just playing with him, but he didn't really seem to have figured it out yet. She tried to think of ways to keep teasing him as he licked her to several orgasms. Vandrel was moaning louder than Jonah had ever heard her when he licked her. He could tell from the start that she really was incredibly turned on. He thought it meant that she was telling the truth about fantasizing about fucking him. He had come to enjoy licking Vandrel's pussy and felt a sense of accomplishment for being able to get her off so well. This is the best he's done yet, she thought when she was finally ready for a break.

Of course Jonah didn't get a break. As soon as Vandrel pushed his head away smiling at him Helanda grabbed him by the hair and dragged him over between her thighs. He didn't even get a drink this time. She roughly pushed his face into her crotch and Jonah struggled to satisfy her. He had given his all with Vandrel trying to give her the best experience he could as he imagined fucking her someday. His mouth was tired and he was having a hard time pleasing a very demanding Helanda. She berated him for his laziness and got the strap out quickly to keep him going.

Helanda was also especially horny today. In her mind she kept replaying spanking Jonah's balls the night before. Helanda was almost glad it had happened so she had the excuse to use the nut-whacking stick on him. She had enjoyed his squeals and pleading. She looked forward to getting to punish him again. Though he was doing a pretty good job really, especially with how tired she could tell he was, she decided she would punish him for not doing well enough anyway. Vandrel was always babying him and he needed a stern hand. Helanda started swatting him as she enjoyed an intense orgasm listening to his yelps of pain. Jonah managed to step up his efforts. He responded well to the strap and his technique had improved quite a bit.

Helanda was actually impressed with how well Jonah was sucking her off; he was becoming an excellent slave. Yet she didn't like the way he was still so reluctant to lick her. She had noticed how eagerly he dove right into Vandrel's snatch. Vandrel didn't have to spank him as often to keep him performing well. He needed to learn to suck whoever he was told to with equal enthusiasm. He's just a slave and he couldn't go around thinking he'll lick this pussy but he's too good to lick that pussy. Helanda would definitely need to teach him some manners. She thought about what she would do with him when they stopped for the day and her wicked ideas led her into another orgasm. Helanda clamped her thighs tightly around his head as she came, Jonah's nose buried in her pussy, bouncing around as they passed over an especially rough patch of road. When she unclasped her thighs Jonah gasped for air and tried to pull away. Helanda grabbed his head saying, "What do you think you're doing. I didn't say to stop."

"I'm sorry, I needed to catch my breath." Jonah gasped.

"Talking back, too. You're forgetting your place, slave," Helanda said sternly. "You aren't ready for a break. You've only made me cum two times. Vandrel came at least twice that many times and I expect you to do just as good a job with me." Jonah went back to licking Helanda's cunt, lapping up her dripping cum like he knew she would want before he should go back to her clit. "You've already earned a double punishment tonight so I suggest you get busy and lick me right you slut." Jonah groaned dreading the punishment already, as if he hadn't had enough with the ball spanking last night. "You had better make me cum a lot more or else you'll get even worse." Helanda sat back and let Jonah work on her pussy. He was doing even better and she was loving it. A firm hand… that's what this one needs.

Jonah struggled to satisfy Helanda. He had been proud of the way he had done Vandrel, but this wasn't going well. It wasn't fair. He was doing his best and he could tell Helanda was really getting off and yet she was going to punish him anyway. He looked up at Vandrel hoping for sympathy, but she was driving the horses seeming completely disinterested. He tried to push everything out of his mind and concentrate on pleasing Helanda. The day passed slowly. They stopped for a brief lunch. He spent the afternoon in the back of the wagon since Helanda said he was useless today anyway. He was glad for the rest but was very afraid of what Helanda would do to him She was very impatient and sharp with him today. He guessed it was because of his orgasm last night. He finally dozed off for an hour or so and had a pleasant dream.

Jonah awoke later feeling oh so horny. The sun was low in the sky. When the wagon stopped he was very apprehensive. After preparing the camp Helanda climbed into the wagon. She didn't release him right away, but rummaged around in the box Jonah had come to associate with trouble. The cock harness and restraints had come from there, then later the spreader bar. She pulled out something pretty small. Jonah let out his breath, but was still scared. Helanda removed the chain between his legs. Then she freed his hands as well and pulled him to his feet. She shoved him out the back of the wagon and he stumbled down not quite falling, luckily, since she still held the leash.

This was the first time since Jonah had tried to run away that his hands and feet were completely free. He momentarily thought of trying to grab the leash from Helanda and running, but he couldn't chance it. Vandrel was too close as well and he wouldn't get three steps. Helanda half hoped he would try something, but she didn't think even he was that stupid. Helanda jumped down and grabbed Jonah by the arm and led him toward the blankets. As always they camped next to a tree with a sturdy branch low enough to tie him to. This time instead of tying the leash to the branch, Helanda pulled his arms over his head and fastened his wrists together above the branch. Then she bent down and removed the leash and the harness. Jonah was surprised by this and was worried about where this was heading. Vandrel watched with interest as if she were wondering as well. Helanda then held up the item she had gotten from the box. Vandrel nodded thinking oh, the ball weights and she smiled. Helanda began attaching the thing to Jonah's balls as he watched nervously. A soft leather strap was wrapped around his testicles stretching them down slightly. Jonah found it very uncomfortable on his achy balls. But Helanda wasn't finished. Three fine chains hung from the strap meeting at a ring beneath his testicles. She attached a small weight to it, then released it. It wasn't very heavy really, but it felt like a ton to Jonah. The ache in his balls suddenly doubled and he began pleading for her to take it off.

"Quiet!" Helanda ordered. "Maybe this will help motivate you to work harder. If you do a good enough job tonight I'll take it off after you please me. Right now you are going to be punished." She fetched a small cat-o-nine tails and unceremoniously began whipping him, mostly on the buttocks, but also up and down his back and thighs. Each time the whip struck he jumped and the weight would swing pulling on his aching balls. He lost count of the strokes, but could tell it was more than she had given him ever before. By the time she had finished with the whip Jonah was crying and hanging weakly from the branch. Helanda put the whip away, but returned with a heavy wooden paddle. She finished his punishment with ten sound swats on his tender buttocks. She timed them so the weight swung far with each stroke pulling even more on his tortured testicles.

Finally Helanda finished and sat down smiling in satisfaction as she watched Jonah try to regain his composure. They both let him rest as they ate quietly. After she had eaten Vandrel rose and brought Jonah some water, holding the skin up to his lips to allow him to drink. She let her fingers play over his flesh as she examined his body. There were red stripes on his back and thighs, but as always Helanda hadn't broken the skin at all. His butt was really red, looking sunburned. Vandrel ran her fingertips over his buttocks. The skin felt hot to her touch. She came back around front and pinched his nipples. Then she got down on one knee to examine the ball weights hanging from him. She held the weight in her hand relieving the pressure for a few moments before letting it go again.

"So, how do you like your new toy?" Vandrel asked looking up into his eyes.

"Please take it off," Jonah pleaded softly, "I can't stand it."

"Aww," Vandrel said, "I'm sorry, but I can't do that. Helanda put it on you and it is up to her when it comes off. It may not be comfortable, but you can take it. It won't hurt you. I've seen slaves run with three times that much weight hanging from them. You'll get used to it." Jonah didn't want to get used to it. He just wanted it off. "Besides, I think it looks really sexy on you."

Vandrel began toying with his balls lightly. Jonah's cock had been semi-hard already and it began to grow more. She grasped his shaft and held his cock straight out looking closely at it. She bent down closer and kissed the end of it. His cock twitched and got even harder. She looked up into his face. Then Vandrel took the head of his cock into her mouth and sucked lightly. She had never done that to him before and Jonah let out a gasp of pleasure. She smiled up at him. "You like that, huh," she said in a sexy voice and wet her lips. Then she took him back into her mouth, slowly sliding all the way down until she had taken his whole length into her mouth. Then even more slowly she drew back, her eyes never leaving his, until his cock popped from her mouth. Jonah had never felt anything so pleasurable in his life. He had never even imagined such pleasure. It felt so great and he had never seen anything so arousing as Vandrel looking up at him, his cock filling her mouth. She smiled at him, knowing the effect she was having, then she stood up quickly. "Well we better get you something to eat," she said as she began releasing his hands, her huge breasts inches from his face. Jonah was very disappointed. He would have given anything for the pleasurable sensations to continue, but he had no say in the matter.

Jonah was allowed to kneel on the blanket as he had his supper. Vandrel and Helanda sat on either side of him sipping some wine. They still left his hands and feet free. He thought that was encouraging, maybe they were beginning to trust him more. If they started leaving him unbound more often he may get a chance to get away. He had to be careful though. They were being much more sparing with the food and Jonah figured they must have been running very low. He also found that encouraging. They would have to go into town to get supplies and he hoped to get some help then. Jonah drifted off into a fantasy in which Helanda went into town by herself to get supplies and he was left alone with Vandrel.

Shortly after Jonah had finished his supper Helanda was ready to be pleasured. She sat on the wagon gate as Vandrel was fond of doing and leaned back. That way as Jonah licked her he couldn't try to rest the weight on the ground. Jonah knew he needed to do his best to please Helanda. He was very conscious of the weight hanging from his balls. He felt so horny. Even though he had cum last night it didn't seem to lessen his need any, if anything it had increased it. The pressure on his testicles intensified that need. Jonah wanted the ball weights removed as soon as possible and if he disappointed her she could make things even worse. So he went at her with abandon. He tried his best and Helanda was pleased with his efforts. He was progressing very nicely.

The ball weights had been a successful tool and Helanda decided to use them regularly at least for a while. She would attach a weight each morning and when Jonah had satisfied her well enough she would remove the weight. If he didn't please her she would use a bigger one the next day. That should work quite nicely, especially since he responded so well to the smallest weight. He was such a wimp, but that was a good trait for a slave such as him. They were going to make a good profit when they sold him. It would still be a month or more before they would finally reach Amazia and had plenty of time for more training. Now that he was getting the pussy licking skills down they would work on some other things.

Jonah would need to learn to withhold his orgasms and Helanda looked forward to that part of his training. She had enjoyed punishing him for last night's mess, but didn't want that to become a habit. They would be arriving for a planned stop at a city in a few days and she thought they could get something there that would help prevent such occurrences. Her thoughts had her so aroused and she really enjoyed Jonah's tongue. By the time she let him stop she was drenched in sweat and out of breath. She told him he did a good job. Jonah was surprised. It was rare that Helanda praised him. She removed the weight, but left the stretcher on him since the weight would just be going right back on first thing in the morning anyway. She attached the leash in its place. She also reattached the chains so he wouldn't easily be able to try to escape in the night.

After a rest to cool off they prepared for sleep. Vandrel didn't use him as it was getting late, Helanda had kept him busy a very long time, but she held him close and fondled his nipples and cock until she fell asleep. Jonah enjoyed her touch and the feel of her breasts against his back, and yet it was so frustrating. Jonah eventually fell asleep himself and dreamt of Melinda.