Amazon - Chapter Eight

Amazon By Luckycat Chapter Eight - Arris Arris was deeply troubled. No woman she had spoken to knew where Oola had taken the Bean-Woman. Several claimed they had seen the soft-footed Cody woman, but that sighting had happened hours earlier when she went down to the lower village with Seena. An uneasy feeling began to stir in Arris’s chest. She had known Oola since birth and understood only too well what mischief the red-haired woman could cause. But Oola’s games and little tricks were always performed openly before the other women as pure amusement. To disappear like this was unlike her nature. Arris grew increasingly worried as the hours passed, for she recalled Zima’s fate—Oola’s mother’s fate—all too well.

Forever Bea awakened happy and refreshed. The night had been an epiphany for her. She no longer feared Luna or how to act in bed with another woman. Her most secret instincts had proven correct, and she knew that having shared her body with Oola had been the best decision of her entire life. She had crossed a bridge of no return, and would never look back again. The only regrettable aspect of their lovemaking was that being tied so securely, she had been unable to return her lover’s kisses and gentle touches in kind. Bea felt a gentle tug at her hair; turning, she saw Oola sitting crossed-legged on the floor, holding a knife and a flat stone in her hands. “Buenos dias mi amore.” Oola said, smiling radiantly. “Good morning to you too my—love!” Bea said with a soft smile. “What are you doing? Que pasa?” In answer, Oola moved to sit beside her, taking a length of Bea’s long hair and pressing it between the knife and stone, shearing it off cleanly. “You’re cutting my hair?” Bea asked with some alarm. “Shhh!” Oola whispered, and continued. Confused, Bea shrugged and said, “Oh well! Hair today, gone tomorrow!” “Shhh!” Oola repeated. When she had finished, Oola moved to pick up a large silver plate that lay upon the stone table. She returned to hold the highly polished salver before Bea’s face. Bea stared wide-eyed into her own reflection. Oola had beautifully trimmed her auburn hair into an exact replica of her own. In the plate’s reflection, she not only appeared to be Oola, but Cleopatra as well. “Oh my God!” Bea said in awe. “Oola! Cody was right, I really do look like you!” Oola moved behind her and resting her chin on Bea’s shoulder pointed to their reflected images. “Bea,” she said pointing at Bea’s face. “Oola.” She said pointing at her own. Then smiling, she pointed once again, only this time she interchanged their names. “Yes,” Bea said nodding. “I know. Oola is Bea and Bea is Oola; we could be identical twins!” As Bea stared into the mirrored platter, Oola’s head turned to become a profile. She watched, then felt the soft kiss on her cheek. Bea turned to kiss Oola in return but found that she had drawn away and was giggling at her with her nose scrunched up. “Que?” Bea asked. Oola raised her hand above her own head. “Oola alto! Bea no es alto!” Bea laughed. “Si, Oola is tall and Bea is not tall.” Bea’s eyes fell to the red-haired woman’s neck. Suddenly alarmed she said, “Oola! Where is your tarka? It’s gone!” Oola smiled and shook her head. “No Bea, mi tarka es aqi.” She said pointing to Bea’s neck. The tarka was there. “Oola, why did you…I can’t wear this, it belongs to you!” Bea tried to take the tarka from around her neck but found that there was no clasp to release it. “How…how do I get it off?” Oola gently took hold of Bea’s hands and pulled them away. “No es posible!” “Why?” “Ahora usted pertenece a mí! Usted es mi captivo!” Bea shook her head. “I don’t understand Oola, no comprende!” Oola leaned forward. “Bea—belong—Oola! Bea es mi captivo!” “I belong to you?” Oola nodded. “What is…” Bea shook her head in frustration. “Que es captivo?” Oola’s fingers moved to hold Bea’s wrists tightly together. “Captivo!” She said. “Captive! I belong to you, and I’m your captive!” “Si! Si! Mi captivo!” Oola said smiling. Bea blushed and lowered her head. “I think that I like the idea of being your captive Oola.” “Que?” Bea met the Amazon’s blue eyes. “I am very happy—Soy muy feliz! Gracias!” Oola released Bea’s wrists and began to softly stroke the bottom of her breasts. “For how long?” Bea sighed and closed her eyes. “Cu—cuanto tiempo?” Oola pulled Bea’s body tightly against her. “Por siempre!!” “Forever!!!” Bea said, and began to cry.

Cody Cody and Syral strolled together aimlessly as the young woman spoke in great detail about her life in the lower village. Although Cody was highly interested in listening, she had difficulty focusing on her words while the beautiful girl had her arm locked around her shoulders, keeping Cody pressed tightly against her more than ample bosom. Even more embarrassing for Cody was that her own auto-sexual response was working badly against her. Nude, she realized that her tightly erect nipples were clearly visible to everyone they passed. Syral too had noticed this; although she possessed the good manners not to mention it, from time to time she would reach down playfully to run a slender finger across one or the other nipple, teasing it and keeping both of them painfully swollen. “You’re a lot like your mother Syral,” Cody said just after a soft stroke had turned into a sharp pinch. “Thank you little Cody woman.” Cody grinned sourly. “That wasn’t entirely intended as a compliment. Your mother is a strong and beautiful woman, but she also enjoys using her strength to torment women who are weaker than her, just for her own sexual amusement. “What is sexual?” Syral asked lifting a perfectly shaped eyebrow. “The strong need for a woman to laugh with another.” “Oh,” Syral replied. “Yes, I too will greatly enjoy doing this.” Cody gathered her resolve and pushing herself away from Syral said, “Syral look, I come from a place where people have very different ideas of right and wrong. I realize that laws are only a matter of geography, but in my village, a young girl doesn’t become a woman until she is eighteen years old. Anyone who tries to laugh with her is considered to be very bad and will be imprisoned for his or her crime. Do you understand?” “No,” Syral said. “What is imprisoned?” “A prisoner, a captive.” Syral shrugged. “But you already are a captive; Luna’s, my mother’s, and now you are my captive. “I may be a captive, but I still have to act in accordance with my own ideas of what is right and what is not! You may be a lot more mature than the girls of my village, but I’m bound by my own laws and moral code to respect your tender age and not laugh with you, no matter how badly I might want to. “Then you do like me?” Syral said with a broad smile. “Damn!” Cody exclaimed. “Of course I like you Syral! You’re even more damned beautiful than your mother!” Syral’s face began to glow radiantly. “And I truly like you also Cody woman, but here you are not among the women of your own village; you are among us, and you should honor us by respecting our way of life while you remain here. Cody ran her fingers through her short blonde hair in frustration. “Just what do you expect from me Syral?” “I expect nothing, but I would like you to laugh with me.” Cody shook her head. “And I’d really like that too,* trust* me! But it would be wrong for me and for you as well. Syral’s face took on a conspiratorial quality. “Teach me to laugh Cody woman, and I will make a sacred promise never to tell anyone, not even Seena.” “Syral, Stop trying to tempt me!” “But I am very good at the tying of ropes, and my tongue is very strong! Cody grabbed Syral by her arms and looked deeply into her eyes. “Since I came here yesterday I’ve learned something of the ways of your people. I’ve laughed with your mother Seena and it was wonderful, she’s wonderful, but I need you to understand that I have come to love another one very deeply…Luna!” Syral stiffened. “Oh…I see.” “Please don’t be hurt Syral,” Cody sa

id tenderly. Displaying strong self-control Syral forced herself to be calm. She took several steps away then turned. “I do not yet understand the ways of pleasure between two women, but I do understand the power that love holds for them. If you truly care for my friend Luna, then I must accept that.” Again, Cody met her eyes. “Thank you.” “If Luna offers you her tarka, will you accept it?” Cody considered her question carefully. “In a New York second!” Syral looked puzzled. “Yes!” Cody said. Trick Leaving the cave, Bea and Oola found that morning had come. High above the circular walls of the volcano the sky was heavily overcast. Although it still spat drops of rain, the stubborn dark gray clouds refused to release their true fury. They were both hungry and very thirsty. “Awa.” Oola said, pretending to drink from her hands. “Water! Si!” Bea replied quickly. Walking together, they entered into the jungle that grew so densely and abundantly here within the base of the volcano. Lush plants grew in wild profusion, but oddly, there seemed to be no animal life whatsoever. The absolute silence of the place was eerie. No monkeys jumped shrieking between the branches of the tall trees, and no bird sang the joyful trill of its mating song. Protected from the winds by the high cone above, the jungle was uncannily still and quiet, not a single rain-pattered leaf stirred. The dead silence was daunting, and neither woman spoke until Oola suddenly let out a cry of joy. “Awa!” She said excitedly, and pointed ahead. As if by a miracle, a small stream lay before them. Swollen by the slow but constantly falling rain, it burbled happily along to somewhere unseen. Side by side they knelt and drank greedily. At last their thirst slackened, they moved on in the hope of finding some edible plants or roots. In only one night, Oola had shown Bea more pleasure than she had ever imagined possible. Still lingering in the glow of their shared passion, her thoughts now reluctantly turned to those of their present situation and some way for them to escape from inside the volcano. Methodical and intelligent, Bea put her mind to work. While she was considering their options, She was momentarily puzzled by something she saw from the corner of her eye. Turning, she inhaled quickly as she beheld a giant napenthe, one so large that any importance she had given the ones she and Cody had found before had in an instant became ancient history. It was over four feet tall, bright pea-green in color with bold yellow and red striped markings covering its bloated body. High above its throat, its lid floated, held aloft be a single thick stalk. Uttering a squeal of pure delight, Bea rushed towards the carnivorous plant and fell to her knees. She reached to touch it, running the palms of her hands around its leathery body almost sensually. She turned to Oola smiling with awe and delight. Here was truly the discovery of a lifetime. In a single instant her career as a leading authority of rare carnivorous plants had become a certainty. All that was needed to assure her of tenure at any college in the world would be to document her find, study the mechanism of the napenthe, and then write her paper. It was an absolute shoe-in. Bea knew that she had just won the lottery. Oola smiled back. Even though she didn’t understand the reason for Bea’s joy, she shared it with her, and was delighted to see her lover so happy. As Oola’s eyes traveled down Bea’s body to the soles of her perfectly shaped feet her erotic fervor grew at once. Always impulsive, Oola wanted to go to her lover and run her tongue across the soft soles. But not wanting to spoil Bea’s apparent happiness, with the greatest difficulty she resisted the temptation and only continued to smile. Oola of course knew all about these strange plants. They grew abundantly in certain remote and deeply shaded parts of the jungle. Her people called them “monkey-traps”, because of their unusual ability to snare and entrap the many small tree dwelling monkeys that lived here. Although the villages didn’t give much thought as to why the foolish little monkeys crawled inside only to be quickly trapped by the lid, they considered it to be a plant of good luck, providing them with the gift of sweet meat. As a child, Oola had spent many happy hours at play with her brother Xan and the other children around the plants, poking inside them with sticks, and dropping “Magic rocks” inside of them for the other children to find. They would shriek with delight when they heard the sounds of a captured monkey struggling inside a plant trying to free itself, and then race quickly back to the lower village to proudly tell their fathers of their find. The child who found the monkey was always given the first and largest portion of the wonderful tasting meat. As Oola watched Bea, her brow knitted. This plant was exactly like all the others she had seen, but larger…much larger. Oola puzzled how this plant could have grown so large when there were no monkeys here to feed it. She continued to watch as Bea carefully examined the plant in great detail. Crawling on hands and knees, Bea slowly circumnavigated the napenthe several times, taking in every aspect of its texture and color. Then she stood, and bending to her waist with her head inside the plant, examined the interior carefully while constantly muttering strange words that Oola didn’t understand. At last Oola grew tired of waiting. Turning, she wandered farther ahead along the overgrown path for another twenty yards. Here, at the base of a huge vine covered acacia tree, she found an even larger monkey-trap, one nearly as tall as her. She had turned, about to yell to Bea to tell her of her discovery, when a wonderfully evil thought occurred to her. She would play a trick on Bea!” Through the limbs of the trees, Oola could see that Bea was still busily occupied. Oola hurried to the plant she had just found, and standing on tiptoe, reached her arm down inside. It felt smooth and cool to her touch. The plant exuded a musky odor. It was strong, but strangely sweet and pleasant. In the dim forest light, she peered down into the belly of the monkey-trap, determining that it was dry and clean. Then grasping the sides of the plant for support, she lifted her ankles above the lip and quickly slid her legs over the edge. Lowering her body down inside, she was amazed to find that the plant actually extended some distance below the level of the ground. It was a tight fit. As she descended, her body forced the plant to expand slightly to accommodate her hips. Oola’s large breasts were squeezed especially tight, but she felt no discomfort, the tightness felt good—almost sexual. At last her bare feet touched bottom. She stood inside the plant on tiptoe with her chin resting on the edge of the broad curled lip. Oola giggled to herself, feeling the snug, sensual embrace of the “Monkey trap” around her body. She laughed, thinking how much fun it was going to be when she played her little trick on Bea. It would be the best trick ever! Bea spoke to herself continually as she considered her discovery and how she was going to describe it in her paper. She envisioned herself in front of a large audience of students and her fellow botanists. Behind her, a large screen multimedia slide presentation showed an ever-changing series of pictures of the napenthe as she stood at a glass rostrum extolling its myriad wonders. Oola, dressed in a tight-fitting leather suit and pants sat smiling back. “Bea! Mi amore!” Oola cried, pretending to be frightened. “Venido!! Esta planto es un Diablo!!” Shaken from her dream, Bea turned and looked around her anxiously. “Oola? Oola! Where are you? —Donde esta Usted? —” “Bea! Venido! Venido!” (Come!) Oola returned, trying hard not to laugh. Something soft snapped beneath Oola’s big toes. This puzzled her for a moment, but it was quickly forgotten when she suddenly felt a firm pressure on the top of her head. Either

The plant’s lid had closed over her body or feet, pressing her down into its belly.

A quick panic seized her as she tightened her grip on the lip and pushed upward. She was relieved to discover that despite the difficulty, she could lift the lid slightly with her head.

Confident in her ability to escape, Oola lowered herself back down and waited for her lover to locate her.

The nepenthe’s thick lid descended again, covering her clasping fingers from view since it was slightly larger than the opening Oola had climbed through.

Oola intermittently raised the lid with her head to peek out, alternating between crying out and giggling. “Bea! Venido!”

“Oola?” Bea’s voice called out as she approached. “Oola? Where are you?”

Remaining motionless in the pitch darkness of the plant’s interior, Oola tried hard not to laugh while waiting for the perfect moment to execute her trick.

For some reason, Oola’s feet no longer touched the bottom of the plant. This was no issue since she could easily support herself with just her arms. The firm pressure against her body helped hold her up as well; it felt tighter and more secure than before. Oola found this tight confinement incredibly erotic and almost wished Bea would take her time finding her.

Inside, the musky odor grew stronger. As Oola breathed deeply, inhaling the scent into her lungs, she began to relax and feel drowsy. The smell was both pleasant and calming. Not only did Oola become incredibly sleepy, but she also became highly sexually aroused.

“Oola—I’m frightened! Where are you?” Bea called again. The plant surrounding Oola’s tall body grew even tighter. She squirmed with erotic pleasure as the constriction continued around her. Only her arms and bare feet remained free to move. As she writhed in pleasure, alone in the darkness, she felt her ankles then her toes become tightly encircled.

Distantly, Oola heard Bea’s voice draw nearer. She was close by, and Oola knew the moment for her trick was near. Yet somehow, the trick no longer seemed to matter.

Here, trapped sweetly inside this wonderful world of complete confinement and pleasure, Oola only wished that Bea would go away and leave her alone to experience the incredible joy she now felt.

With eyes wide in alarm, Bea walked cautiously along the rough path deeper into the silent jungle while constantly calling Oola’s name. She had traveled only a few yards when she spotted something that stole her breath: yet another giant nepenthe! It was even taller and larger than the first one she had found. Filled with excitement, she began to move toward it. But then she remembered Oola, and fear gripped her heart. Turning her back to the plant, Bea continued along the path.

As her orgasm arrived, Oola’s body convulsed powerfully. She was beyond thought. Her body moved steadily, performing a slow erotic dance of desire in time with the plant’s strict tempo. Somewhere deep in her mind, she knew she was going to die. Even though it would be a heavy price for the incredible pleasure she felt, it didn’t seem to matter; the price was fair.

Bea heard a muffled groan and turned back. She retraced her steps and squinted intently at the large nepenthe she had just passed, which stood about five yards away. It was far taller than the first one, with a more slender stem. Curiously, its lid diameter was even greater. The lid curled over the edge of the plant’s mouth-like opening as if tightly sealing it. Bea puzzled over this for a moment before turning away to call out Oola’s name again. The groan came once more. But to Bea’s ears, it didn’t sound like pain; rather, it was the sound of intense pleasure. Peering closely in the dim morning light, she approached the nepenthe slowly, trying to make sense of what her eyes were seeing. Somehow, the stem seemed all wrong. Although it shared the same color and similar markings as other nepenthes she had seen, its shape was incorrect. Instead of having the convex, bloated form of the others, it curved in and out sinuously, resembling almost the shape of a woman’s body.

“OOLA!!” Bea screamed.

Have’s and Have not’s At first, the men and children seemed fearful of Cody and her strange short blonde hair and diminutive size. But soon they grew bolder, coming forth to closely inspect this tiny stranger who had arrived in their village. They approached warily, individually or in pairs, smiling as they wanted to hold Cody’s hand or touch her “straw-colored” hair.

They were a charming people, openly friendly and kindhearted. Throughout the entire time Cody spent in the lower village among its people, she couldn’t recall hearing a harsh word or seeing a single frown. She had been accepted openly and with love right away. Oddly, there seemed to be no one person in authority. Even the most primitive tribes of Africa and Australia have chiefs or councils of elders to govern their people. But here, it was very different.

With the sole exceptions of their priestess Arris and the thin woman they call Torturess, these people seemed to need no authority; they lived and loved in pure equality, working in perfect harmony within their beautiful jungle world. But for one solitary thing. Cody quickly noticed that the villagers—men, women, and children—could be roughly divided into two classes: the tall and the short. The short class included all men and most of the male and female children. They were universally of the same body type: short, painfully thin, and anemic-looking. The men had sallow faces and were hirsute. Even the bodies of young children were quite pale and covered with fine fur-like hair.

The tall class was markedly different. Of the twelve children Cody had seen and spoken to—including Syral—only three girls and the young man Xan, Oola’s brother, showed the physical attributes of the upper village women. Each was incredibly tall and strongly muscled; their faces radiated vitality and health. Their face shapes were also different, featuring wide, high-set cheekbones and large blue eyes like Luna’s. Except for Xan, all people Cody met had beautiful jet-black hair. The men and boys wore theirs long and tied behind their heads, while the young girls wore it in the ubiquitous “Cleopatra” style. Cody became miserably depressed when one of the young girls, who was six inches taller than her, told her she was only seven.

A half-hour later Seena returned from relieving Mirock’s terrible “Need.” After saying their farewells, she and Cody kissed Syral—to Cody’s horror, the young girl had forced her tongue inside her mouth—and began their return journey to the upper village. Xan As they walked, Seena talked incessantly about Syral and how great a warrior she would soon become. Cody only smiled and listened absently, her mind elsewhere. Secretly, she was anticipating the moment when they would have to pass by the Torturess and her unfortunate victim, Xan. In short order, her wish was fulfilled. When they reached the small clearing, Seena grinned and put a warning finger to her lips.

“Let us not disturb the Torturess once again,” she whispered. “I do now wish to deprive Xan of one single moment of his punishment!” Cody’s blue eyes glinted like cold steel. “Can we just watch for a few minutes?” Seena regarded Cody coolly and lifted a dark eyebrow. “If it pleases you, little one, but take care that we are not seen or the Torturess may once again demand your…assistance with Xan.” The Amazon warrior and her small companion moved stealthily around the clearing into some tall sawgrass where they could observe better.

serve. Xan remained tightly bound in the same position as before, but a leather sack now covered his head, leaving him unable to see. The Torturess had used a thin rope to secure his erect penis to his waist and was applying plenty of the stinging plant along the length of his reddened, throbbing shaft. Xan let out pitiful screams while struggling for breath inside the leather sack. Cody leaned close to Seena’s ear and whispered, “Perhaps you should offer to assist the Torturess, Seena. I am certain she would greatly appreciate having such a powerful warrior help teach Xan his lesson!” Seena grinned, then shot a contemptuous glance back at Cody. “The Torturess’s skill seems quite satisfactory. Besides, I have already had more than enough of man-stick flavor in my mouth for one day!” They continued watching for some time until Seena finally took hold of Cody’s hand to literally drag her away. Halfway along their return journey they paused to kneel together and sip water once more from the small stream. As she drank, Cody kept one cupped hand just below the surface, ready to strike back instantly if Seena proved foolish enough to douse her breasts again. With her head still lowered for drinking, Seena turned and grinned evilly at Cody. Her right hand slipped slowly beneath the water, poised to attack. Cody met her gaze and grinned back, her face set with defiance and resolve. She knew she stood little chance of defeating powerful Seena in any contest of physical strength, but she would damn well try! She wondered how it would feel to have an orgasm right there in the quiet rain while bound by vines to a tree or rock. She mused that perhaps Seena might take her in the cold stream, their bodies wet and thickly coated in mud… “Seena!” A voice called out urgently. Standing up quickly, they saw a tall robed figure hurrying toward them. “Arris!” Seena said with surprise, touching her own tarka as she bowed in deep respect. “Seena.” Arris acknowledged and returned the honor. “This is the small Cody woman who has such soft feet,” Seena explained. Arris slowly lowered the hood of her robe and turned to meet Cody’s eyes squarely. Her gaze was incredibly powerful, filled with quiet authority. Her soft blue eyes seemed to bore into Cody’s very soul, unmasking every secret. Cody was nude except for her teeta, but as Arris stared, she felt like she were being read from the inside out. Suddenly, Cody felt a thousand times more naked than before. Although Luna, Seena, and Oola were each incredible examples of strikingly beautiful women, Arris embodied all that and even more; she possessed not only wild beauty but also a purely sexual magnetism that radiated outward in white-hot scorching waves of sensuality. Despite being nearly twice Cody’s age, Arris was without doubt the most incredibly beautiful woman Cody had ever seen. “I am searching for Oola,” Arris said quietly. “Have you seen her, Seena?” “No priestess, not today, nor since last night at the bathhouse.” Arris turned to Cody, who was staring wide-eyed. “And what about you, little one?” “No mam—I mean—Priestess! She came to Luna’s room early this morning and left with my friend Beanie—the bean-woman—but they didn’t say where they were going.” Although Arris’s placid face gave away no clue, Cody was certain she was very concerned about Bea and Oola. The priestess nodded. A wind had risen and the rain began to fall more heavily. Raising her robe hood to cover her short white hair, Arris addressed Cody. “You are new here and cannot understand fully, but Seena knows only too well how wild our little Oola can be. Her mother Zina was the same, and sadly, in time her boldness cost her life.” Cody looked at Seena and was surprised to see that the warrior’s eyes had filled with tears. Cody and Seena waited for Arris to continue. “Despite her youthful foolishness and constant tricks, Oola is very precious to me for private reasons, and I am gravely concerned about her.” “What can we do to help?” Cody asked. “Yes priestess!” Seena added. “Only tell us what to do, and consider it done.” Arris bowed. “Thank you both. Then follow me back to the upper city where we will continue our search. I will return to the temple where I shall pray to Ixabala for wisdom and enlightenment. Together, you may seek Oola and Beatrice.” “Yes priestess!” Seena replied quickly. Without further word, Arris turned and strode silently up the path toward the upper city, her slender ankles and exquisite bare feet moving in and out beneath her dark robe. As they followed behind the Priestess, Cody grew increasingly concerned for the safety of her best friend. She thought back to the evening before, searching her memory for anything that either Bea or Oola might have said that could serve as a clue to their destination. But she could think of nothing. Cody wondered why Arris had called Oola “very precious” and considered if it were possible they were lovers. At first, she laughed at the idea; Arris was more than twice Oola’s age. But as they climbed up the steep path, she began to believe that perhaps this was not such a foolish thought after all. During the long night while tightly bound and being made love to, hadn’t Luna told her that Oola was an artist living in the temple? And back home in the women’s bars, hadn’t she met many lesbian couples who lived together happily despite wide age disparities? As they walked, another strange fact began to take precedence in her mind. Arris had called Beanie by her proper name: Beatrice—a name never spoken while they were here! “Beatrice!” How could Arris have known that?

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Amazon continues in chapter eight.