Chapter Thirteen: Initiation in Amazon Land

Amazon By Luckycat Chapter Thirteen - Initiation Arris had grown quite fed up with the conduct of both Seena and Luna. The wounded ladies were moved to Seena’s chamber, where they lay side by side on her spacious bed to heal. However, the warriors quickly grew restless; both grumbled about their confinement and wanted permission to go on with their own affairs—affairs that involved Xantha and Cody in particular. Yet Arris strictly prohibited any “monkey business,” warning them not to misbehave or fail to rest, lest she complain to the Torturess. Syral stayed close by her mother’s side throughout, planning to spend the night on the floor next to her. Cody also remained behind to care for the women’s injured ankles, keeping them wrapped in cloths drenched in Arris’s prescribed herbal remedy. A bit wary of Syral’s strong sexual drive, Cody chose not to sleep beside her. Instead, she nestled up against Luna on the soft bed, feeling safe from the young woman’s amorous curiosity. When Luna first woke up, Arris insisted that she formally state her decision regarding Cody. Luna paid close attention to Arris’s words, then sat up and signaled for Cody to come closer. She touched the tarka around Cody’s neck—the one she had given her earlier. “Do you accept my gift, little one?” Cody blushed brightly. “Yes, Luna.” “And do you understand what wearing my tarka truly signifies for you?” Cody nodded modestly. “So tell me.” “It means we will be together forever,” Cody said softly. “Do you desire this from your deepest heart?” Luna asked gently. “I do,” replied Cody simply. “Then so it shall remain, along with my love that lasts a lifetime!” Seena watched the two lovers kiss with jealousy. Turning to Arris, who was smiling, she asked, “Am I destined to suffer the sight of these two sickening women forever, or may I finally go about living as a warrior, defending our village just as Ixabala has decreed?” Arris reprimanded her sharply. “The Skulls have been defeated, Seena! There is no urgent need for your strong body and fine skills right now. Now lie quietly and rest, or I shall have your limbs tied to the bed!” Seena bit her lower lip in anger and sulked. Pusing herself away from Cody, Luna leaned over and kissed Seena’s cheek playfully. “Yes Priestess, tie her up tightly so we can test the soles of her long feet with our fingernails! You know she has laughing feet? I promise you will soon forget her foolish duties!” “Oooh!” Syral exclaimed excitedly. “May I watch to see a woman tortured in this manner? Will you laugh with her after you have had your way with her feet?” Luna shook her head. “I am still too injured myself to laugh with Seena, but I intend to explore her feet fiercely while Cody brings her body much pleasure as she thrusts atop her. Know that my little Cody is a powerful lover!” Syral’s eyes locked onto Cody’s with such intensity that for a moment Cody seriously considered fleeing the room. Instead, she hid behind Luna, knowing the tall girl could easily out run her. “Enough of this foolishness!” Arris said, trying to hide her smile. “You Seena are the most powerful warrior in this village. Why do you fear resting so much on a soft bed among your friends?” Seena glowered. “And you Luna! Stop badgering this child with words that should only be heard by grown women.” Luna turned her head away, looking crestfallen. Syral had been sitting on the edge of the bed but suddenly rose to throw herself onto the floor in front of Arris. Bending down, she took hold of the Priestess’s ankles and began kissing the tops of her feet. “Please my Priestess, I no longer wish to remain a child! Have I not proven my bravery and courage to our village people? Do I not now deserve to be called a woman?” “Syral…” Seena said softly. The Amazon Priestess raised a silencing hand. Arris was a proud woman who had dedicated her life to helping the women of her village. They were always in her loving thoughts and kind actions, but she demanded strict obedience to the great scriptures and the divine word on Ixabala. The Goddess decreed that for a woman to be worthy of her love and protection, she must first learn the ways of love for herself before she could truly love others. Arris watched silently for a few more moments as the young woman continued her kisses and adoration of her feet. She needed Syral to become focused and open to what she intended to say next. Besides, she rather enjoyed the feel of soft lips brushing against the tops of her toes. At last Arris spoke: “Syral, it is true that you have proved yourself during the battle with the Skulls and now deserve to stand beside your mother as a true warrior.” Syral looked up smiling. “But our enemies are not your only threat. Passion runs strong among warriors, and there are many who would use your inexperienced body most cruelly.” “Then let them try!” Syral said fiercely. “Oh they will little one, I assure you! And when they do, you must possess the skills required to defeat them.” “I can defeat any of them right now! Any woman who tries to make war with me will soon lie tightly bound to my bed in helpless bondage!” Arris smiled. “But as yet you do not have a bed, or even a house of your own.” Syral hesitated. “Then—then I will use my mother’s—or Luna’s!” “Very well,” Arris said nodding. “Assuming for a moment that you are able to defeat another woman in war and bind her, just what would you do next?” The look of youthful arrogance on Syral slowly faded into uncertainty. “I’d…I’d pleasure myself with her body.” “Oh? In precisely what manner?” Arris asked. Syral lowered her head and shrugged one shoulder. “I don’t know; perhaps I’d touch my tongue to her breast, and…”” “No!” Arris said angrily. “That is for later! A woman would never be able to fully experience the joys of laughter if you started there! Once she is helpless you must always begin with the soles of her feet—with your tongue and lips!” “Oh.” Syral said, blushing deeply. Arris snorted. “Do you know nothing about how to please another woman?” Syral looked up at Arris with tears in her eyes. “No Priestess, but I want to learn most desperately!” “Then are you willing to allow me to teach you the important things that you will need to know?” Although Syral’s eyes were beginning to tear, she met Arris bravely. “Yes Priestess!” Arris turned to Seena. “This child is much older than her years. She suffers badly, and her time of fulfillment is now at hand. Do you agree mother of Syral?” Seena slid quietly from the bed to tenderly stroke her daughter’s hair. “She still remains as a child to me Priestess. But you are far wiser in these matters than I am. If you think that her time is now, then I must agree to allow you to teach her.” Arris nodded and turned back to Syral. “I will ask you once again, child; if you then agree there will be no turning back—you will become a woman. Do you so agree?” Syral wiped away her tears and smiled happily. “I agree with my full heart!” Arris nodded severely then looked at Cody. “Beneath Seena’s bed I feel rather certain that you will find some binding ropes. Bring them to me.” Kneeling, Cody withdrew eight long ropes from under the bed. She held them out to Arris, who after carefully selecting two moved to stand behind Syral and began to tightly bind her wrists behind her back. Confused, Syral glanced nervously over her shoulder at Arris. “Why do you bind me my Priestess? I will willingly do whatever you ask.” Arris nodded. “So you say now, but I have had other young women who became fearful and ran away from their teacher before I had the opportunity to enlighten them.” “I will not Priestess!” Syral said hotly. “I desire this!” “So you say now,” Arris replied as she calmly continued tying her up. Taking the second rope in her hands, the Priestess tied Syral’s wrists to her neck, looping it carefully many times around and knotting it tightly b

below her chin where she couldn’t possibly reach. Seena reached out to touch her daughter’s face. “It happened the same way for me when I was young and went with our Priestess to learn. But I wasn’t as brave as you, so knowing that, she tied my ankles together too. That left me only able to walk slowly behind her, unable to flee.” Arris looked wistfully at Seena, recalling the first time she had introduced the strong warrior to physical love. Then she remembered how Seena had smashed the bed frame and nearly escaped before Arris managed to subdue and retie her. “Cody woman,” Arris said calmly. “Please hand me just one more rope.” Snoop For Cody, the day’s many events felt long and exhausting. Despite everyone saying otherwise, she still felt partly responsible for Luna and Seena’s harsh injuries. Then came Arris’s stunning revelation that Oola would become the living embodiment of Goddess Ixabala. Even more surprising was that her slender friend Bea would become the village Amazons’ high Priestess! But it was a remark from the white-haired Priestess that kept her awake, something still niggling in her mind: “It was our Goddess who first led us to this mountain.” Cody wished she had her backpack with all her anthropology notes. She felt sure it held information that might shed light on this remote village and its strange, beautiful women. Silently, she cursed Luna for stubbornly refusing to say where she’d hidden the pack. “It is foolish!” had been her final word. Finally, too exhausted to sleep, Cody decided to get up and take a walk to clear her head. She remembered the communal hot tub and its soothing warmth. It must be nearly three in the morning—she missed having her wristwatch—and she knew the tub would now be empty. There, sitting in the warm water, she could relax, perhaps recall what she’d written down, and try to piece together this strange riddle. Gently pushing herself away from Luna’s side, she stood and smiled down at her lover. Deprived of Cody’s warmth, Luna stirred in her sleep and mumbled something. Then turning onto her side, she put an arm around Seena’s waist. Cody scowled. “Thanks, Luna!” she whispered. “I’ll miss you too!” Spider’s Lair Cody moved silently along the tiled path stretching before the village. A stiff cool wind blew against her face and thunder rumbled dimly in the distance. Once more, Amazon winter threatened to pound the jungle with fierce winds and cold, soaking rains. The moon was hidden behind somber gray clouds, making it nearly pitch black. Fearing a sudden fall into the jungle hundreds of feet below, she advanced carefully, letting her left fingertips slide along the stone buildings’ faces. Still, the darkness was unsettling, and Cody welcomed each dim flash of heat lighting to guide her way. At this late hour, the path was completely deserted by village women. Almost at the Temple of Ixabala when suddenly a tall hooded figure stepped out from a darkened doorway ahead without warning. Seemingly unaware of Cody’s presence, the apparition turned and strode purposefully northward. Cody pulled up short. Although her flowing black robe hid her face, she recognized the incredibly thin figure at once: The Torturess! Cody grinned to herself, wondering what new errand of agony had forced this frightening woman out on such an inhospitable night. For a moment she thought of calling out but then decided against it and bit her lip. As the tall figure quickly disappeared from sight, Cody’s curiosity grew. This place was apparently the Torturess’s home, and always ready to accept any dare offered, she hastily decided to investigate. Ducking into the doorway, she hurried down a long flight of stone-hewn stairs leading into the gloom below. The stairs turned, and at the bottom she found a heavy wooden door lit by a single feeble candle mounted high on the wall. Cody pressed her ear against it, listening intently. Then gathering her courage, she pushed open the door and stepped quickly inside. * Cody found herself in a large deep cellar with high ceilings. To her right was a long table holding the remains of a partially eaten meal. Against the left wall sat the Torturess’s large wooden bed. Cody turned and quietly closed the heavy door behind her—the first she had seen since arriving at the village of Amazons. As her eyes slowly adjusted to the gloom, she discerned strange forms that must be some of the various devices the gaunt woman used to torment prisoners. Tricks of the trade. In the left corner beyond the bed, flames crackled invitingly from a small fire-pit. Cody knew this was an incredible luxury and spoke of the woman’s authority and power in the village. The fire-pit even boasted a flue laboriously carved into the solid sandstone rock. Standing either side of the fire were two strong wooden poles mounted floor to ceiling. Cody moved forward to inspect one, seeing that a series of spaced holes had been cut through its center. Hanging from the wall within easy reach were many strong ropes and even more wooden devices. She didn’t know their uses, but recalling the morning she first met Xan, she understood the function of the pole well enough. Here in her own home’s privacy, the Torturess could torment victims at leisure for hours on end, confined below ground within solid rock walls where screams and futile pleadings went unheard by village women. Cody rubbed her arms briskly and held her palms to the fire. The heat felt wonderful, quickly dispelling her chill and drying her feet. She recalled meeting the Torturess in the woods and the insidious torments she had inflicted on Oola’s twin brother Xan. In her mind she could still hear his frenzied pleadings. She smiled recalling his large engorged penis and how wonderful it felt against her tongue as he frantically thrust it into the back of her throat, desperate for a release that never came. Cody had come to like Xan. Like his sister Oola, he possessed a wild playful spirit full of pranks, pure devilment, and erotic desire. But Xan also showed Cody a softer side, bespeaking his ability to love deeply. Sighing, she knew how cruel she had been to Xan. Not that she regretted torturing him; for her it was the best part. She always showed fairness with men. Though she might torment them for hours, in the end she always let them come. For her, achieving orgasm wasn’t sex’s sole purpose, but she knew for a man it was—or at least certainly the icing on the cake. Years ago Cody learned that once allowed to climax, a man’s aggressive male behavior soon dissipated and he quickly became submissive compliant with her slightest whim. Once as an experiment, she kept a young lover tightly bound for an entire rainy afternoon while forcing him to ejaculate repeatedly. She was quite surprised by the marked change in his attitude. Not only did he become attentive to every wish, but oddly enough over the following weeks it made him even more enamored; the hapless boy had actually proposed! Cody loved the feeling of total power she wielded each time forcing a man to orgasm with either hands or mouth. It gave her both a sense of accomplishment and

d completion. Unfortunately this had been absent with Xan. Because of the situation, she had been unable to experience the triumph of his complete surrender as his hot seed shot powerfully down her throat. Of course had this happened, not only would Xan have been punished, but her as well. She would have hung beside him, forced to endure the Torturess’s sadistic favors. It had been a very difficult day for Xan, but a profitable one for Cody. Cody grinned. The Torturess had seemed so impressed with her help in Xan’s torture that she had actually offered her the job of her assistant! And although the many events of the day had served to deflect her thoughts, Cody was beginning to seriously consider the proposal. But even if she decided against it, it at least now offered her a plausible excuse for having sneaked into her private quarters. Cody was amazed by the absolute power the Torturess wielded. Once a person was accused of a crime, they would be bound over to her for punishment. Then here within her total power there would be no mercy. In the village of Amazon women there existed no high court to lessen or commute a persons sentence. In fact their punishment, whether mild or severe, was strictly at the whim of the frightening woman. Not even the Priestess Arris was brave enough to interfere. The Torturess acted alone and with complete impunity. No one could dare question her authority lest they too fall into her cruel hands to also suffer the same dire consequences. Cody recalled the Torturess’s invitation to come here and learn from her first-hand the terrible joys of her skills. A furtive smile crept to Cody’s lips as she tried to imagine what insidious torments the thin woman might employ in this very room to educate her. As her fingers slid against the wooden pole Cody wore a curious smile. She wondered how it would feel to be tightly bound to it, knowing that any confession would be useless and that no amount of begging would spare her from her torture. The laws of this remote village seemed a far cry from those of western civilization, but Cody had to admit that they seemed most effective. Suddenly, a voice called out urgently from across the room. “Who is there? C…Cody-woman? Is that you?” Cody started violently, but began to relax almost at once. The rich baritone voice was soft and pleasing, and not like the strident icy tones of the Torturess. Turning to face in the direction from where the voice had come, she moved cautiously towards it. Squinting, she could dimly make out the shape a small cage that sat nestled in the far right hand corner of the room. The deeply tanned figure of a woman sat within, her hands tightly clasping the bars and her bare feet protruding between them at the bottom. “Hello?” Cody called softly. “Who’s in there?” “It is me Cody-woman: Xantha!” For some reason the woman’s voice seemed strangely muted. Cody recognized the deep soft voice of the Amazon warrior at once and moved quickly forward. However, when she drew up in front of the cage she became puzzled. Reflected in the soft glow of the fire she could clearly make out the cramped nude figure within, but for some odd reason could not see her face. “Xantha?” “Yes Cody-woman!” Xantha said, her muted voice sounded very nervous. “Why have you come to this terrible place? It is most dangerous for you little one! You must flee quickly!” Cody didn’t answer, but reached out to the spot from where the voice had come. But instead of finding the warrior’s face, her fingers fell upon something cold and hard about the size of a large bucket. “What’s this?” Cody said, feeling the thing with her hands. “Where’s your face?” “Within. My face is inside the head prison.” Cody’s eyes were growing accustomed to the dim firelight and she could now see her friend’s uncomfortable situation. Second only to Seena in height, the tall body of the warrior had been forced to sit a tight crouch inside the small cage. Her broad shoulders were pressed against the top, while above; her head was encased within a cylindrical metal enclosure. Cody’s hands continued to move. “This is iron!” She said in amazement. They moved downward to the bars at the top. “The cage too!” “Yes—iron.” Xantha’s voice came back. “That is our word also, it is very strong. No one locked inside can hope to escape, not even strong Seena!” Cody bent down to see a large padlock that secured the lid tightly in place. Cody was astounded to discover that these simple people were capable of producing metalwork. To her knowledge no primitive tribe anywhere in the world had this ability. This fact was extremely significant, and like so many other mysteries about this village, it was very puzzling. “Are you all right?” Cody said. “Are you in any pain?” There was a pause, and Cody sensed rather than saw a shrug. A soft sigh came from within the “head prison”. “I am well little one, just sad that I cannot move my foolish body. But there is no real pain for me.” “How long have you been like this?” “Since after the fight with the Skulls when the Torturess came for me.” Cody knelt down on her haunches. The corner of her mouth twisted into a tight smile as she recalled the night of her and Bea’s arrival in the village when Xantha had so diligently tickled the soles of her feet. Now thanks to the Torturess, the tables had been turned. She looked down at the long vulnerable feet sticking helplessly between the bars only inches away and wondered if a little revenge wasn’t in order. “How did you know that it was me and not the Torturess?” Cody asked. “Because of your most sneaky movements, and your small soft feet that make no sound upon the floor. Then I knew that it could only be the Cody-woman.” Cody began to examine the door lock. “Thanks!” She said sarcastically. “But I can now see you clearly; there is a hole before of my eyes.” Cody squinted for a moment and then saw it; a narrow open slot about two inches wide. She nodded. “How long will you have to stay in there?” “Until the Torturess is satisfied that I have been punished for my offense.” Cody smiled. “And just what was your offense Xantha?” “I swear to you that I do not know! Perhaps I said something that offended another, but if I did so I cannot recall it. I have been thinking on this all day.” Cody thought: ‘Being punished for a crime without even knowing what crime you’ve committed. Interesting.’ Like the cage, the lock was also made of heavy iron and appeared to be very old and weathered, almost ancient. It was round with a large keyhole in its center. “Where’s the key to the lock?” Xantha’s left hand pointed to the wall beside them where a single key hung from a metal ring. “It is there, just beyond my reach.” Again Cody flirted with the thought of tormenting Xantha’s helpless feet. But for some unaccountable reason she held back, perhaps because she truly liked the tall warrior who had helped save Luna’s life. “Would you like me to let you out?” “No! You must not!” Xantha said quickly. “For if you did so the Torturess’s anger would become like hot fire! My punishment would become far worse, and she would surely punish you as well!” Cody considered this. “I saw her leave, and she seemed in a great hurry. Do you know where she went?” “Yes, the Torturess told me that one of the men has been up to some kind of foolishness for which he must be punished at once.” “Then she’ll be gone for some time.” Cody said, beginning to relax. “This may be true, but with the Torturess, one never truly knows…” Cody was deep in thought, her right hand touching the key tentatively. “But surely by now your body must be very stiff and sore.” Xantha sighed. “This is true little one, but what is much worse is my need to pee!” Cody smiled. “Yeah, well peeing on the floor of the Torturess’s home is probably not a very good idea. Why don’t you let me free you so that you can go pee and stretch your cramped limbs. I’m sure she’ll be gone for hours.” Xantha was silent as she considered this. “Th

“Yes, Cody-woman,” Xantha replied. “But I cannot stay free for long; it would be very dangerous indeed!”

Cody used the large key to quickly unlock the iron padlock and helped Xantha lift the heavy lid. Holding onto Cody’s hand for support, the tall warrior slowly rose and stepped awkwardly out of the small cage.

Free and standing beside Cody, Xantha sighed with relief, stretching her long arms toward the high stone ceiling. Cody bent down to place the key on the floor. As she stood up again, she was once more amazed by the marked difference in their heights.

Xantha bent over to rub her cramped legs while Cody reached out to massage the woman’s arms and elbows. Like Luna and Seena, Xantha possessed a slender body that was firm and perfectly muscled. By any standard, she was an exquisitely beautiful woman.

Suddenly, Cody met her eyes with alarm. “Xantha, where is your tarka?”

Xantha smiled sadly. “The Torturess has taken it from me. She keeps the tarkas of her prisoners for one sleeping moon so that others may know their offenses. During that time they are not permitted to laugh with others, or both will be punished.”

Cody nodded and winked, sharing a secret smile. “No sex for you, Xantha!”

Like the other Amazon women of the village, Xantha had naturally become aware of this strange word for laughter used by the tiny woman. She winked back at Cody. “That is exactly what you may think, little sister!”

Xantha pressed her hands to her abdomen. “Forgive me, little Cody-woman, but I must hurry away to pee!”

Cody grinned. “Sure thing. And if the Torturess happens to come back while you’re gone, I’ll just tell her that you had some important business elsewhere.”

Xantha scowled down at her. “Most funny sneaky one!’ * Cody stood beside the cage, listening to the sound of Xantha’s feet as they hurried up the stairs. She knew the warrior was headed for the public lavatory located some distance down the path and close to the bridge.

While waiting for her return, Cody’s eyes fell once more upon the iron cage, wondering just how it would feel to sit inside this evil thing. The cage seemed to speak to Cody, taunting her, challenging her with its cruel embrace. But it also promised something else: something indefinable and erotic.

A sudden thought occurred to Cody, and as always, she acted impulsively before taking the time to fully consider her actions. She had to know how it felt to be inside. Lifting the heavy iron lid with great difficulty, she raised her legs over the top of the cage and stepped inside. Then, while still holding the lid raised above her head, she carefully lowered herself down into a sitting position. The heavy lid was hard to keep raised, and after quickly placing her head inside the thick iron cylinder in its center, Cody’s arm strength failed and the lid fell closed with a decisive bang. With her head encased within the iron ‘head prison’, Cody began to experience the wonderful feeling of total confinement that the cage had promised. She tested its strict authority by moving her body forward and then backward while trying to lower her head down from inside the cylinder. This proved to be impossible, and after a moment’s effort she gave up trying. Cody soon found that her most comfortable position was with her hands gripping the front bars and her feet positioned between them in the same way Xantha had been. As she knew it would, she soon found her tight confinement to be extremely arousing. Cody’s nipples tightened. A smile came to her lips, and she made a conscious effort to relax and breathe slowly. Then she remembered the lock, and when her heart rate had slowed, she reached her hand down to the floor in front of the cage where she had set it. Grasping the key, she slid the shackle through the open hasp at the top. One little click… Cody was seriously tempted despite the consequences. Her situation was highly confining, but hadn’t Xantha—who was so much taller—endured the same position all day? Cody could easily imagine what might happen if the Torturess suddenly returned and found her locked inside the cage instead of the warrior. It was a risk for sure, but the odds were in favor that the thin woman would be gone for the entire night. Like erotic torture, the art of escape had always been fascinating to Cody. As a young girl she had often placed herself into intricate rope ties and other self-bondage scenarios and had become quite skilled at escaping them. But never like this. Never from such a seemingly hopeless position, with such dire consequences should she fail. But even if she did fail, Xantha would soon be back to free her. The friendly tall Amazon would have little choice in the matter, lest she too suffer for her deception. Cody smiled, thinking what a great story it would make when she told Luna and Seena. Most likely Luna would only laugh, but Cody could imagine the look of awe on Seena’s face when the giant warrior learned how she had managed to escape from the very center of the evil spider’s web. As always for Cody, the challenge was far too inviting and the temptation far too great. Throwing caution to the winds, her fingers clenched the lock tightly, and a pure erotic thrill swept through her body as she heard it snap shut. * Cody sat quietly for a time, relishing the feel of her confinement. Then she set her mind to the challenge before her: escaping from her iron trap. For a trap it had been. The cage had lured her, beckoned and tempted her with its promise of challenge and erotic delights. Cody smiled, but she knew that once again she had fallen victim to her own darkest desires. The thrill of danger in invading the Torturess’s private quarters and the sight of Xantha’s beautiful body had served to sexually arouse her, but it had been the iron cage that completed her seduction. Now the cage had her, and it would take all of her skill to beat it. As her eyes slowly grew accustomed to the blackness, Cody could begin to see through the slot in the front of the iron cylinder. Her view was quite limited, but the fire’s flickering glow upon the far wall was reassuring, comforting. Cody set her mind to the task. Escaping from the tight cage might well prove impossible, but it sure as hell wouldn’t be because she didn’t try! * In the past, Cody’s small tight body had proven to be a strong advantage when it came to escaping from things. She had always been deceptively strong for her size, but of course it hadn’t been her physical strength that made her so successful; it was her agile body and methodical mind. As a pony-tailed teenager and the high school’s most popular cheerleader, Cody had made friends easily, both boys and girls. She would invite them to her house at times when she knew her parents would be away. There, alone in her bedroom and having secured their trust, it wasn’t long before she would use her wall posters to subtly turn the conversation toward Harry Houdini and other masters of the art of escape. It was at this point that Cody would state matter-of-factly that she was just as good as the best of them, and that no rope tie, no matter how elaborate, could ever hold her. Expertly, she played her friends like a fiddle, and soon it would be them challenging her, demanding that she prove her abilities. Just the way she had planned. Some type of wager was then made—something frivolous, such as carrying books for a week or stealing beers from their parents. But Cody always ensured that the wager did not include their being tied if she succeeded in escaping, lest it scare them off and nix the deal. In short order, Cody would produce a large number of cotton ropes from her mother’s clothesbasket—her mother only used a dryer—and quickly accept their challenge. Sitting with beers in hand, the girls giggled, enjoying watching Cody as she squirmed trying to escape from their ties; ties that were usually far too easy for her to beat. The boys had enjoyed her struggles ev

Cody faced even more kisses than usual, and she had to fend them off several times while still bound. Yet, despite the complexity of her rope ties, she was always able to escape on her own. Her true difficulty lay in not making it appear too simple. An added challenge was hiding the powerful orgasms that regularly struck when her body was tightly secured. At just thirteen years old, Cody already owned two pairs of handcuffs, a set of leg irons, and many locking leather straps. She could never let her friends see these items; doing so would be too strange, too obvious. But she enjoyed using them on herself whenever boredom struck and her parents were out. The cuffs had been very hard to beat at first, but through constant practice Cody’s skills eventually overcame the restraint. There was only one time when she had become genuinely stuck. It occurred one afternoon before she discovered how clenching her fists caused her wrists to swell enough for her hands to slip free of the handcuffs. She left the single escape key in the furthest corner of the house. Bound tightly by leather straps into a hog-tied pose with her cuffed hands pulled back to her ankles, Cody spent two long hours sweating on her stomach as she slowly wriggled toward the key and freedom. The experience was scary, but she earned the reward of eventual release; not to mention the three powerful orgasms that accompanied it. Cody loved testing herself against new and increasingly difficult escapes, trusting deeply in her abilities. Sometimes though, she wondered if her confidence bordered on arrogance. Now locked tight inside the cage, she asked herself if she had finally met a worthy opponent. * Her hands moved along each bar one by one, pushing and pulling to test their strength for any weakness. She pushed up against the lid but found it unyielding, then tried again to pull her head free; that also failed. Cody’s fingers went to the lock, tugging at it hoping the shackle hadn’t fully engaged and might come apart. But it stayed stubbornly shut. After ten exhausting minutes of struggle, Cody’s body finally slumped in defeat. Without help from someone to open her out, she knew there was no way out of this iron prison. Mentally, she surrendered to the cage’s hold and could only wait patiently for Xantha to return. Despite being frustrated by her inability to free herself, the cage seemed to reward Cody’s failure with heightened sexual arousal. Resigned to her fate, she sat quietly, listening to her steady breathing and smiling within this head prison. * She was almost disappointed when she heard the soft patting of footsteps coming down the long stairs. Moments later, Xantha’s large brown eyes appeared through the slot. “Little Cody! What have you done to yourself?” Cody smiled inside the iron cylinder, unseen by Xantha. “I suppose I got myself into a bit of trouble.” “So I see! But why would a woman wish to punish herself like this?” Cody knew Xantha might never fully understand her act of self-bondage. Slightly bending the truth would be easier. “I was just curious how you felt being locked inside here.” “Oh, I see.” said Xantha. “Then it wasn’t too terrible for you?” “Why do you say that?” “Because I can see your nipples have grown hard indeed. You must truly enjoy having your small body squeezed like this.” “Well—I…” stammered Cody. “But there’s no shame in it, little one; other women I know also enjoy the feel of tight ropes and iron cages.” “Perhaps you should let me out now,” interrupted Cody. Xantha narrowed her eyes. “Or perhaps…you would enjoy staying as you are even more!” “Xantha,” said Cody evenly, “I…” “Perhaps…you would also enjoy the touch of my fingers on your soft feet!” Cody felt Xantha’s long fingers wrap around her right ankle, lifting her foot up and out between the bars. The tickling started immediately. Cody was totally caught off guard by this unexpected move. She shrieked and jerked violently, hitting the back of her head against the cage walls. “Xantha! Stop this foolishness right now!” Xantha ignored her. Bending to her task, her face disappeared from view. In seconds, her other foot was raised as well, and Cody realized Xantha was pinning her ankles up with her knees. Of all the Amazons who had touched her feet, Xantha’s touch was the most maddening; she seemed to have a special gift for tickling. Cody begged and pleaded for mercy. With her head confined in the metal cylinder, her own cries hurt her ears. She tried covering her feet with her hands, but Xantha simply swatted them away. Xantha giggled happily as Cody laughed hysterically. Having her feet tickled was Cody’s worst nightmare, and being trapped in this position without seeing the torture made it a hundred times worse—a thousand times worse! Bent to her task, Xantha’s fingers continued to carefully explore every inch of Cody’s sweating soles. Then it happened. Without warning, Cody’s body suddenly exploded into a violent orgasm. She had just enough time to take in a deep breath before letting out one long cry of intense pleasure. The pure bliss seemed endless. Outside the iron cage, Xantha heard her captive’s screams and smiled. Unaware of the real reason for them, she focused all attention on the soft undersides of Cody’s toes. As Cody’s orgasm slowly faded, the tickling grew even worse with each passing second. She begged Xantha to stop, but the torture continued endlessly. Cody was certain she was losing her mind when the tickling suddenly ceased. Xantha’s face appeared again, and there was a look of concern in her eyes. “Nothing would please my fingers more than this for the whole night. But we are taking a terrible risk; it is time for me to take your place inside the iron cage. I hope you aren’t too saddened by that!” Xantha used the key to quickly remove the lock. With her strength drained by her incredible orgasm, Cody flushed with embarrassment when she found she couldn’t lift the lid herself. Xantha helped, lifting it easily with one hand. Like Seena, Xantha’s raw strength was remarkable. Xantha guided her out until Cody stood on shaking legs. Once free of the cage, they quickly exchanged places. As Cody replaced the lock, she mused on how much tighter the position felt for the warrior’s larger body. A rich voice came softly from within the metal cylinder. “Thank you for your kindness, woman Cody, and for letting me feel your wonderfully soft feet. The memory of those feet will be my friend as I await the Torturess to complete my punishment. But you must go now.” Cody saw the wisdom in this, but with their positions reversed, she toyed again with thoughts of revenge. “Xantha,” she said evilly, “by any chance…could it be that you also have laughing feet?” The reply came instantly. “Sadly no. I wish it were otherwise, but my feet have never laughed. I am most jealous of you, little Cody.” Cody smiled without much humor. “Yeah, well don’t be!” She stared down at Xantha’s long feet, wondering if she should find out for herself if this were true. But then, no man or woman in the village had ever lied to her about anything, and she thought the tall warrior likely spoke the truth. Cody reached out and took Xantha’s hand to kiss its palm gently. “Goodbye Xantha, thank you for what you did for Luna and Seena this morning. I hope your punishment will be short.” “Thank you for your kindness, little one, and for sharing your laughing feet with me. Your strange love for this cage shall remain our small secret!” * Cody

She was about to speak again when the sound of footsteps echoed down the stone steps. Xantha heard it too and whispered urgently. “Cody woman! The Torturess has returned! You must hide yourself quickly!” Cody didn’t answer but frantically searched the room for a hiding spot. Unfortunately, like Luna and the other village women, the Torturess had few personal items and only sparse furnishings. The long, narrow bed was her best option. She ran toward it. If she wasn’t quick, the thin woman would enter in seconds and discover her. As the door opened with a soft squeak, Cody dropped to the floor, sliding on her stomach under the bed. * The Torturess didn’t seem interested in housekeeping, so as Cody settled against the back wall, the thick layer of dust beneath the bed made her want to sneeze. Cody scrunched her nose and held her breath as two bare feet stopped beside the bed. The feet turned toward her, and for a moment she thought she was caught. But she relaxed when the Torturess took off her robe and threw it onto the bed. The undressing helped Cody, because when the garment fell to the floor, it partially hid her. She watched as the thin woman walked to the cage and bent down to check on her prisoner. “Did you miss my company warrior?” “Of course Torturess.” Xantha replied quickly. “I am most certain!” The Torturess said coldly. “Has the man’s punishment been finished so soon?” “Sadly, the man I meant to punish has foolishly run away into the jungle night to hide himself.” “What a sad pity!” Xantha said with obvious false sympathy. Despite her precarious position, Cody smiled to herself. It was the first clear lie she’d heard since entering the Amazon village. She wondered if Xantha had also been lying about not being ticklish. Cody’s fondness for Xantha grew by the moment. “A pity indeed!” The Torturess shook her head. “There is nothing more I can do this night. But when the sun smiles tomorrow, the warriors will soon find him and bring him bound to me.” “Of course Torturess. I only wish that I could help.” Xantha added, “I do not like men!” The Torturess became thoughtful. “Your feelings towards men are well known warrior. It is a pity that you must stay inside your little cage, or you might have assisted me in his punishment.” “A pity indeed wise one.” Xantha said. “But I am just a simple warrior and know little of how to torment others.” “Oh right!” Cody muttered. The Torturess considered Xantha’s words and then nodded. “It is regrettable that the small Cody-woman has not chosen to accept my offer to her.” There was a pause. “Oh? What offer was that wise-one?” “Only yesterday she helped me punish Oola’s brother, Xan.” “Yes?” Xantha said. She seemed quite interested in this information. “I had heard that he had been up to his usual tricks again, and that he had tried to poke Seena’s daughter, Syral, with his foolish man-stick!” “This is true.” The Torturess said calmly. “Then he deserved much punishment!” Xantha said angrily. Then her voice became curious once more. “Did you say…that the Cody-woman had helped you punish him?” Cody watched as the thin woman leaned toward the head cage and spoke with unconcealed excitement. “Most effectively! She has a true talent for disciplining men! In her hands, Xan’s mild punishment quickly became powerful torture!” “Truly!” Xantha said. “And even though I love Xan as a brother of our village, I most strongly frown upon his love for his own man-stick! Twice he has tried to use it on me, and twice I had to punish him severely!” The Torturess’s eyebrows lifted. “Why did you not tell myself or Arris about this?” “Forgive me wise-one, but there was no time. My anger became like hot fire, and I wished to punish him at once!” Even from this distance, Cody could see the evil grin on the Torturess’s face. “Then I can well understand your anger warrior. I am prepared to forgive you this one time, but only once! The punishment of men is my task alone!” “Thank you wise-one!” Xantha said quickly. The silence within the stone walls was absolute. Once again Cody almost sneezed, and once again she managed to avoid it. She listened as the Torturess continued. “Tell me warrior, you do not much care for men. Why is this true?” There was a long pause. “Their bodies are lumpy and repugnant to me in the extreme! And I detest the manner in which they constantly try to use their man-sticks to poke at us women who are so much superior!” The Torturess laughed, nodding down at her unseen captive. “But it is only from their man-sticks that children are made.” “I know this, and I like children even less than men!” Once again the Torturess laughed. “Tell me Xantha, are you uncomfortable inside my little cage?” “Most uncomfortable indeed!” “That is good. Do you think that you have learned your lesson?” There was a hopeful pause before Xantha said, “Oh yes Torturess!” Perring from beneath the bed, Cody watched as the thin woman’s hand reached for the key hanging on the wall. The Torturess yawned. “I have been anticipating sharing some of my little torments with you, but I admit that I have now grown most tired.” There was a soft click, and Cody watched as the Torturess easily raised the heavy lid of the small tight cage. “You may go Xantha. Your punishment is at an end.” Xantha stood up, and taking the thin woman’s offered hand, stepped out of the cage, her pretense of stiffness painfully obvious to Cody. “I thank you wise one,” she said. The Torturess moved to a small table where sat a pitcher and two goblets. In the reflected firelight, Cody could see that they were made of pure gold. Filling both glasses, she handed one to Xantha. “This is a drink made from very special berries; only Arris knows how to make it. Drink it, it will soon relax you and cause you to sleep.” Xantha sniffed the offered drink suspiciously before cautiously tasting it. Apparently she found it very good, for she quickly returned the goblet to her lips to drink the entire contents in one long draft. “It is indeed most excellent!” She said. The Torturess nodded and moved to crouch before the fire with her goblet in hand. “I am pleased that you have enjoyed it warrior. Please take more if you wish, then you may go to your home.” Xantha did take more. And after finishing the second goblet as quickly as the first, she set it upon the table and moved to stand beside the bed and Cody. “Thank you wise one,” Xantha said. “Is there anything more you desire from me before I go?” There was a pause before Torturess replied. “Of course it is not required, but perhaps you would like to remain and share laughter with me?” “E-yuck!” Cody thought. This time the pause came from Xantha. “If it would please you wise one, I will gladly remain.” ‘Haw! Another lie!’ Cody thought. The thin woman turned, and in the firelight, Cody could see that her face had hardened. She nodded severely. “Thank you brave warrior; having your wonderful body in my bed would greatly please me. But as I have said, I have grown most tired and fear that I could not do justice to that body.” The Torturess turned back to the fire and waved a hand dismissively. “Another time perhaps. Now leave me to get your rest.” “Yes Torturess,” Xantha said, clearly relieved. She moved to the door and pulled it open. Then Cody watched as the warrior’s bare feet came beside her once more. A hand briefly appeared beside the bed, waving Cody towards the door. Xantha’s feet moved back toward the Torturess, and Cody watched as she bent to kiss the tall woman’s shoulder. “Goodnight wise one, thank you.” “No warrior, thank you for your truthfulness. Your tarka lies upon my bed inside the pocke

“Half of my robe. I see no reason to punish you further. You can keep it.” Cody didn’t hesitate. She slid silently out from under the bed, stepped quickly through the door and climbed the stairs. In a few seconds she was standing again on the tiled path. A moment later Xantha joined her. Straight “Thank you Cody-woman; you have truly brought me good luck. I feared greatly that I would stay in that dreadful cage until the sun smiled.” Cody nodded. “Thanks for leaving the door open.” “You are most welcome. I didn’t want to see you caught by the Torturess.” Cody gave an enigmatic smile and winked. “Oh, I don’t know; that cage wasn’t so bad. If she had caught me, I would have had more time to try escaping.” Xantha grinned wryly. “You would never have escaped that cage Cody-woman, not even if you were the slipperiest of serpents!” “Well, maybe.” Cody smiled. “And it’s just Cody; forget the woman part.” Xantha nodded. “Then Cody. But still, you would never have become free.” Cody changed the subject; she was suddenly curious about something. “May I ask you a question Xantha?” “Of course soft-footed one. About what?” “About the Torturess.” “Yes?” “Have you ever…” Cody searched for words. Xantha smiled. “Have I ever had laughter with her?” “Yes, have you?” The Amazon met her eyes and quickly shook her head. There was no sign of embarrassment or repulsion at the thought. “No, never.” “But she seems to like you. It was she who suggested…” Xantha chuckled and shook her head again. “That is her way. The Torturess always teases her female captives in this manner. But I know of no time when she has shared laughter with any woman.” Cody’s brow furrowed. “Oh?” Xantha put her arm around Cody and pulled her gently away, walking along the tiled path. Then after looking around cautiously, she lowered her voice to a barely audible whisper. “It is well known among us warriors that the Torturess shuns having laughter with women; she prefers the company of foolish men!” The tall warrior made a disgusted face. “Can your mind consider such a dreadful thing?” Despite the late hour and the weather threatening to turn against them at almost any moment, Cody found that she was thoroughly enjoying this conversation with Xantha. Feigning shock, Cody said, “No! Really?” “Indeed! It is well known that women who are punished are soon set free, while the male captives suffer terribly, punishments that always involve their man-sticks! It would seem the Torturess has a most powerful interest in man-sticks!” Cody tried hard to suppress a grin. “Are you telling me that the Torturess is—straight?” Xantha’s brow knitted. “What is—straight—Cody-woman?” “Sorry. In my village…” “The village of…U-nited states?” Xantha tasted the words. “Yes. In my village, saying that a person is straight only means they like having laughter with someone of the opposite sex.” Xantha looked puzzled. “Opposite?” “Opposite themselves,” Cody tried to explain. “That a woman desires having laughter with a man, and a man with a woman.” Xantha pulled up short, looking aghast. “But that is against nature! Women only lower themselves to have laughter with men when it is time for them to make a foolish baby! Truly, no woman would wish otherwise!” “Apparently the Torturess does,” Cody countered. Xantha snorted. “But she is strange and most evil!” She leaned closer to whisper conspiratorially. “It is also said that she takes much pleasure in having…” She paused. “In having a man-stick inside her thin body!” “In my village many women do. There is no shame in it.” “Truly?” Xantha asked disbelievingly. Cody nodded. “And do the women of your village also first torture a man before they do this?’ ” “No, not usually,” Cody said, then thought, ‘Except for me.’ “But the Torturess does.” Xantha whispered. Many warriors’ eyes have witnessed this! After she has punished a man most cruelly she will grind against his body and force his man-stick into her. I have seen this myself!” Cody shrugged. “So? It may seem strange to you, but maybe that’s just what she likes to do; it gives her pleasure. We shouldn’t judge her for it.” Xantha slowly led Cody along as she carefully considered her words. “Perhaps you speak truly little Cody. Perhaps is only the same thing as the way that you took pleasure from being locked inside that terrible tight cage.” Cody felt heat rise to her cheeks. “Well, I…” “But my mind is always open to new and strange ideas, and now that you have told me this, I shall try to accept the Torturess for who she is, and not judge her too unkindly.” Without warning, rain suddenly began to fall in full force. Giggling like two schoolgirls, the two women covered their heads with their hands and hurried off, Xantha to her own room and Cody to Seena’s. Amazon continues in part fourteen. *