Amazon - Chapter Fourteen: Confessions

Amazon By Luckycat Chapter Fourteen – Confessions The near encounter with the Torturess that evening had crushed any hope Cody had of drifting off to sleep. As she nestled against Luna’s warmth, her thoughts kept circling back through the day’s events. She recalled the tight iron cage and how silly it was for her to let herself be drawn into its sensual pull. Then a smile touched her face as Xantha came to mind; that friendly Amazon with brown eyes had really loved tickling Cody’s feet. The powerful climax she’d felt still amazed her. Her thoughts then shifted to Syral, remembering the sight of the young woman’s slender bound ankles being led away by Arris. It was a potent aphrodisiac for Cody. She envied Syral, wondering what many—lessons—lay ahead for her. Seena’s voice pulled her from her daydream. “Where have you been, little Cody? The sun is about to rise and you haven’t slept yet.” Cody propped herself up on one elbow and smiled at the wounded warrior. Only the flickering light of a nearly dead candle lit Seena’s lovely face. She was glad that Seena seemed stronger now, and happy to be addressed by her first name. “I just went for a walk to unwind,” Cody explained. Seena looked puzzled. “Unwind? But you weren’t tied up.” Cody smiled. “No. It’s an idiom. In my language, unwind means to relax as well.” Seena pondered this. “Don’t take it personally, little one, but I think your U-nited States village is quite foolish; too many words carrying too many meanings.” Cody nodded in agreement. “You’re right, Seena. Your words are simple and beautiful, straight to the point. My language, English, can be rather ambiguous. Seena frowned slightly. “Am-big-you-us? What nonsense is that?” Luna, woken by their chatter, squinted up at Cody with irritation. “It’s not even morning yet! Why do you evil women declare war on my rest?” “Sorry, Luna,” Cody said gently. “I just couldn’t sleep.” “She went for a walk to… unwind,” Seena interjected. Luna raised an eyebrow at Seena. “Unwind? But she wasn’t tied up.” Cody rolled her eyes. “I only took a walk!” Luna’s gaze shifted to the rain-streaked window. “But the night is wet and dark. Where did you go?” “Well,” Cody started, “I meant to head to the warm tub to un…” She scowled at Seena. “Relax! Both Seena and Luna nodded. “But on my way I bumped into Xantha.” “Oh? Said Seena, lifting a dark eyebrow suspiciously. “Indeed?” Luna echoed. Cody shook her head quickly. “No… no! You don’t get it. The two Amazans stared at her expectantly. We are waiting for you to explain this, little one,” Luna said. “Yes,” Seena added. “And make it good! Xantha is my—friend!” Cody sighed heavily and let her head drop. The two Amazons were relentless. She knew she wouldn’t get a moment’s peace until she told the whole tale. The mention of the Torturess’s name widened both Luna and Seena’s eyes even more. When Cody described sneaking into Xantha’s room to find her locked in that small cage, Seena’s eyes bulged like saucers. “How brave!” Seena exclaimed in awe. “How sneaky!” Luna added with a smile. Cody took great pleasure in recounting the story once it was coaxed out of her. She decided to be completely open and even shared details about her self-bondage, describing how erotic it had been for her. Confessing this to Luna and Seena felt almost as sensual as her time captive had been. However, she wisely kept quiet about the episode with her orgasm. Once Cody’s story was done, Luna regarded her warily. Cody braced herself for the inevitable barrage of questions regarding why a woman would willingly imprison herself. Surprisingly, that wasn’t what happened. “And when Xantha had your soft feet in her grasp, did she use her tongue as well as her fingers?” Luna asked. Cody hadn’t expected this question. “Ah—no, Luna. Just her fingers.” Seena snorted with disdain. “Xantha knows very little about how to please another woman. But then again, just like Lu

“Yes,” she said. “She has never won at war.” Luna looked at her with a baleful stare. “I have always defeated Xantha in battle!” Seena declared, proud of the fact. “One might assume that she had learned plenty from watching me. I would definitely use my tongue to win.” Cody was taken aback because neither woman seemed shocked by her admission regarding her erotic interest in self-bondage. They only appeared curious about whether or not Cody had shared laughter with Xantha. The room fell quiet for a moment before Seena spoke again. “Arris has kindly provided us with five ropes. I believe, huntress, that it would be a shame if we did not make good use of them.” Luna locked eyes with Seena and blinked in confusion. Then, as her meaning suddenly clicked into place, her mouth stretched wide into a broad smile. She turned to Cody and crooked a finger. “Oh little one…” * Syral would remember many things that happened this day for the rest of her life: The sensation of tight ropes around her wrists and neck. How her bound ankles ached as she tried to keep up with Arris while they walked together through the endless maze. The sound of the soft voice speaking of huge swallowing snakes and entombing spiders. She would always recall the falling rain on her face as they entered the cave that served as the Priestess’s home, and how soft the mattress felt when she was tied securely upon it. * The Priestess smiled to herself, surprised to find that like her mother Seena, Syral also had laughing feet. Arris saw this not just as a tantalizing pleasure but as a serious responsibility. It was a secret that needed to be kept. She started at the center of Syral’s soles and worked outward in slow, lazy circles, using only the lightest possible touch from her fingernails. As Syral struggled uselessly, she began screaming and begging for mercy. Her pleas were music to the Priestess’s ears, encouraging further exploration of the lightly wrinkled young soles. Driven by the powerful drug’s effect and Arris’s erotic touch, Syral’s groin soon grew damp and rubbed wetly against her teachers. Over the years, Arris had become a true expert at inflicting myriad numbers of sublime tortures on her many lovers’ feet. As usual, she found the soft undersides of her captive’s toes to be most amenable to her touch. However, she was surprised to discover that the backs of Syral’s heels also proved especially maddening for her. Knowing that if any one part of a woman’s foot is worked too long it would lose sensitivity, Arris wisely alternated between the toes, soles, and heels, thus keeping Syral in a constant state of sweet frenzied agony and intense erotic desire. Each soft slow stroke served to drive Syral to new heights of incredible arousal and desperate need. Arris knew that her captive was ready—more than ready—for her bestowal of the divine gift that only a powerful orgasm could provide. But there would be time for that later. For now, Arris was too interested in exploring these tantalizing young feet to reveal all the many mysteries they held. * After allowing herself to be bound to the bed, Cody had been thrilled with incredible new delights as the two injured warriors worked together, slowly bringing her and themselves to orgasm. But she knew that her submission had been far too easy. Gathering her resolve and steeling herself against their erotic ministrations, Cody set her mind to making them earn their reward for her next loud cries of pleasure. As her third climax built up, she firmly resolved to ignore the feel of their soft fingers and maddeningly smooth tongues. As Luna lay atop her sucking seductively at her neck, she suddenly felt Seena’s mouth surround the toes of her right foot. Then as the warrior’s tongue gently worked them, Cody felt her teeth lightly bite into the soft undersides of her toes. Cody had just enough time to curse herself for her weakness before she climaxed once again, screaming in ecstasy.

“s of love making, the tired Priestess had fallen asleep atop Syral’s body. The powerful aphrodisiac still flowed through her Syral’s veins, and despite the number of violent releases she had known, she desperately wanted to experience once more the incredible new feelings her body had shown her, and to laugh again. But tied as she was, she had to be content with the wonderful feel of Arris’s body pressing against hers, and the sublime torture of the dildo between them as it moved slowly in and out with each breath of the sleeping Priestess. * Bea and Oola had fallen asleep in each other’s arms beneath the sheltering leaves of a giant Acacia tree. The rain continued to pour down steadily as they slept, spent and exhausted by their lovemaking. At first the tree had offered them some protection, but as the leaves became saturated with rainwater the water had eventually found its way down to fall in a steady stream of cold stinging droplets. Bea sat up shivering and gazed around at the silent jungle. She had never known such utter peace and fulfillment as she felt at this moment. She smiled as she ran her fingers through Oola’s titian colored hair. In sleep, the Amazon’s face had lost the impish look of devilment and daring that Bea had come to love so dearly. Now, her features were serene and elegantly beautiful. Feeling Bea’s touch, Oola opened her eyes and smiled up at her. “Bea.” Oola said, and wiped the rain from her eyes. “Buenos dias, mi amore.” Oola reached one hand to Bea’s drenched hair and pulled her close. Her face became very serious. Then speaking softly in her deep alto voice, said, “I—love—you—Bea.” * When they arrived back at Arris’s home deep inside the cave, Bea and Oola used one of the Priestess’s robes—a crimson red one—to dry themselves. Bea had become badly chilled and trembled uncontrollably. Oola pulled the warm robe around her lover and forced her arms down into the long sleeves. Puling the hood over Bea’s head, Oola grinned and said, “Bea Priestess!” “Right.” Bea said giggling. Pointing at Oola, she said, “Oola Devil!” Oola scrunched her face considering this, then nodded. “Si!” Recalling that Arris always kept a fire burning in her bedchamber, Oola led Bea to where she knew they could become warm. But upon entering into the large natural cavern they drew up sharply when they saw the naked bodies of two women lying together upon the soft mattress. “Arris!” Oola whispered, pointing to the white haired woman on top. “Who’s her friend?” Bea said. “—Quien es su amigo?” Unable to see the other woman’s face from where they stood, Oola shrugged, and taking Bea’s hand to lead her towards the bed. The bound woman’s eyes fluttered open. She smiled up at Oola. “Es Syral!” Oola said with a short laugh. “Who?” Bea said, studying the young woman’s face carefully. “Why…she looks just like Seena!” “Si! Si!” Oola said. “Ella es hija de Seena!” Bea nodded understanding. “Seena’s daughter.” “Si!” Bea fished for words “Why is she here? —Por que esta ella aqui?” “Para aprender!” Oola replied and grinned evilly. To learn?” Bea asked. “Learn what? —Aprenda lo que?” Oola rolled her blue eyes. Bea blushed deeply. “Oh!” Oola pulled Bea close beside Syral’s face and whispered, “Es mi amore Bea.” Syral nodded her head and smiled. Bea met her eyes and was amazed by the beauty of the young woman’s face. But she also saw something else in her brown eyes, a burning fire, and knew that Syral was strongly aroused.” As usual, Oola was one step ahead of Bea. Seeing that one of Syral’s large breasts protruded from beneath Arris’s sleeping body, she reached out to lightly tease the nipple. Syral gasped at her touch and squirmed helplessly. “Oola! Stop!” Bea whispered and swatted her hand away. “You are a Devil!” Oola grinned up at her. “Si!” Releasing Bea’s wrist, Oola quickly moved to sit on the floor at the entwined women’s feet. Then after motioning for Bea to sit beside her, her face took on a look pure impish delight. Grasping Syral

Oola gripped Syral’s left foot by the heel, holding it firm as she lowered her face and dragged her tongue along the sole. Syral squirmed beneath her. Her breathing quickened into moans, toes curling tight as she fought in vain to wrench her foot free. Yet Oola held fast, persisting with that sweet torment. Bea shook her head at the boldness of her lover’s actions but found herself unable to look away from the steady tongue exploring every inch of Syral’s bound long foot. Oola briefly lifted her gaze to meet Bea’s. With a sharp snap of her fingers she pointed commandingly toward Syral’s other foot. Bea shook her head in refusal at first. The fingers snapped once more, this time with such authority that Bea could not deny the request. Taking Oola’s lead, Bea clutched the second heel tightly and started to lick its sole very slowly, testing it cautiously with the tip of her tongue. She was pleasantly surprised by how salty Syral’s foot tasted. Though she had never cared much for sweets like cakes or chocolate, since childhood she had craved savory snacks such as potato chips and popcorn. When Cody and Bea traveled to South America together, Bea brought a whole box of salted peanuts along—sadly, however, she ate them one by one until they were gone days before Luna rescued them from the python. Now that familiar salty taste was right there on her tongue. She began investigating Syral’s foot with renewed enthusiasm, closing her eyes in pure delight as if to savor every bite of flavor. Oola watched Bea curiously but happily raised an eyebrow seeing how clearly she enjoyed herself. Bea no longer minded the moans or wild thrashing coming from Syral. As her tongue moved contentedly across the skin, she noticed a familiar pleasant tightness spreading between her thighs once more. * Cody lay quietly musing that if heaven truly existed it could only pale compared to how she felt now. Luna and Seena had untied Cody’s wrists but strangely left her feet still bound. Having burned through their sexual energy, the two Amazons slept soundly again curled up on either side of Cody who lay supine with their heads pressed against hers. Cody thought about all the women she had seduced into bed over time yet felt hollow and sad afterward because there was no love given or received—just momentary relief for strong urges, an itch well scratched. What she experienced now differed greatly. Without doubt her love for Luna would last until death did them part. She realized too that like other Amazon women her heart opened outward; it flowed directly from herself into each of them individually rather than being exclusive to one person alone. There was no betrayal in sharing her body—it brought pleasure and peace instead. Cody trusted deeply in Luna’s love for her but noticed how the tall huntress didn’t hoard Cody selfishly—she loved sharing her physical closeness with her sisters, delighting in their mutual joy as they took turns receiving affection. Then Cody frowned remembering Arris’ words earlier that morning: “It was our Goddess who first led us to this mountain.” Cody knew she must persuade Luna somehow to return the backpack containing notes and journal entries because inside lay information illuminating the history of these strange beautiful women whom she had come to love so deeply. Burial Oola stood beside Arris wearing a magnificent flowing yellow robe. Her playful spirit was completely absent now.

The bright sun cast a distinct outline across her lovely face as she stood tall and proud before the village women. The moon’s targa rested below her slender neck, framed by two flawless breasts. Her posture exuded an aura of newfound authority and strength. Since Cody and Bea had not yet undergone the ceremony to become true Amazon sisters, Arris insisted they stay put while the rest of the female villagers began a daunting task. They were still regarded as captives until their sisterhood was formalized, forbidden from crossing the bridge under threat of torture. The Torturess herself delivered this warning, even though it might have been unnecessary. Arris smiled when Seena volunteered to stay behind and guard the prisoners, promising to punish them “most severely” if they tried to run. The Priestess declined, fully aware of what kind of punishment awaited any escapees. She noted that Cody and Bea had proven reliable and both pledged not to attempt flight. Besides Cody and Bea, Xantha was also staying behind. Her job was to head down to the lower village to help the men look after the children while the other warriors were away. Despite her disdain for kids and disgust toward men, Xantha took this duty very seriously. With Oola at her side, Priestess Arris solemnly led the entire community of Amazon women across the bridge into the dense jungle beyond. They headed to the bottom of the deep chasm to bury more than sixty Skull warriors who had fallen two days prior. The rain had ceased, but heavy clouds loomed overhead ominously. Just like during South America’s rainy season, it wasn’t a matter of if it would rain again, but when. As Oola walked barefoot across the bridge, her gaze met Bea’s. Her lips curled into a playful grin before she offered a regal wink. “Yep, that’s my girlfriend,” Bea muttered. “The living Goddess.” Cody sighed. “Yeah, well I just hope she doesn’t start taking herself too seriously. Naming Oola a Goddess with absolute power over everyone is like handing the keys to your Ferrari to a ten-year-old.” “I already miss her,” Bea sniffed. “Bea. She hasn’t even left yet,” Cody remarked dryly. “I’m practicing!” Soon, the whole group of women vanished from view. * “What will we do while they’re gone?” Bea asked sadly. Cody grinned mischievously. “Well, since it seems we have the whole village to ourselves, I can think of one activity that might be fun.” Bea playfully slapped Cody’s behind. “Stop it, Cody! You’re so evil! Is sex really all you ever *think *about?” “No. Just what occupies my mind most often, and don’t tell me you don’t think about it too.” Bea looked down at her feet, swaying gently like a young girl. “Well, I suppose I’ve grown to quite enjoy it,” she said shyly. “Quite?” Cody smiled. “I’d say it’s more than just quite! If you truly plan to become the Priestess for these women, you’ll need to be ready to teach them everything Arris shows about pleasing other women in bed. And you can’t do that without passion and plenty of practice.” Bea smiled at her close friend. “Oh, I assure you Cody, I have the passion!” “Good, then here’s a suggestion. Elani, the fire maker, went with the others, but I bet she left wood burning under that large tub in the bathhouse. After a nice long hot soak, we’ll see just how serious you are about your new role.” Friends Cody pushed herself up from Luna’s mattress to sit against the wall. For what felt like the hundredth time over these days, she wished for her backpack and the cigarettes inside it. Though not a heavy smoker, Cody truly enjoyed one after having satis

flying sex with a woman.

“So.” Cody said with her hands clasped behind her head. “Fess up! Just where did you learn that little trick with my feet? From Oola?” Wrapped snuggly around Cody’s body with her cheek pressed against the small woman’s chest, Bea smiled and shook her head. “Nope, from Arris.”

“Really? Did she happen to teach you anything else?”

“Oh, a few little things.” Bea raised her head. “Did you like it?” Cody blew out a quick breath. “I can’t believe that I’ve come this far in life without knowing just how big a turn-on feet can be.” Bea smiled. “It does seem to be rather popular around here.” Cody grinned. “Not just popular Bea, it’s a full-blown epidemic. Every woman in the village seems to be infected.”

“Yeah, and your ‘most soft feet’ have only made it worse.” Cody rolled her eyes. Bea lowered her head and nodded against Cody’s breasts. “I guess that now we’re both infected too.”

“Bea…?” “What Cody?”

“Don’t you feel a little bit guilty?” “About what?” Cody hesitated. “You know…?” Bea raised her head again and met Cody’s eyes. “About us having sex together?” Cody nodded. Bea put her head down and snuggled closer. “Not in the slightest.”

“Really?” Cody asked, surprised. “Why should I? If Oola’d been here she’d have already done us both and been starting in on seconds.” Cody grinned. “Yeah, I suppose your right—Luna too. I know that she loves me, but that doesn’t seem to stand in her way when she’s horny for another warm body.” Bea said, “So what’s wrong with that?” Cody shrugged. “Nothing I suppose, it’s just the way they are.”

Bea was quiet for a moment. “Now it’s the way I am too.” Cody considered this for time. “I’m sorry Bea.” “Sorry? Sorry for what Cody?” “For ever having sold you short.” Aftermath Retrieving and burying the shattered bodies of the Skull warriors had been a gruesome and exhausting task, but if had been a necessary one. The presence of so much decaying flesh so close to the village could spread many forms of disease, and Arris knew that the problem must be dealt with quickly. Luna had explored the floor of the chasm many times during her childhood and told Arris of a small cave that ran down deep into the side of the mountain. Deciding that this would serve well to entomb the dead Skull, the women began the laborious job of transporting their bodies some distance downstream and into the cave that would serve as their final resting place. Oola was not permitted to touch the dead and remained beside Arris as they prayed together for the eternal peace of their fallen enemies. Trade “Shit!” Cody said, and awakened Bea from her warm nap beside her. “What’s the matter?” Bea asked yawning. “Still horny?” Cody eyed her cautiously. “Maybe.” Bea raised herself up on one elbow and shook her Cleopatra hair. Then snuggling up against Cody, she teased her left nipple with her tongue. Cody made a purring sound. “That feels great. Could you maybe move that talented tongue a little farther south?”

“Dream on!” Bea said, and continued to work the nipple. “Come on Bea.” Cody said as the nipple became hard and tight. “Nope. I’m teaching you one of Arris’s lessons.” The tongue was replaced by Bea’s lips as she drew then gently across the nipple. Cody began to squirm, but Bea quickly locked one leg around her and tightened her arm around Cody’s waist. The tongue reappeared.

“This is torture!” Cody said giggling. Bea paused just long enough to say, “Arris calls it ‘inflicting the joys of denial.’” “Yeah?” Cody said struggling. “Well I’ve already experienced a few of those little joys.” “Good, then I’ll just add to your knowledge base.” Bea teased. Cody blew out a breath and stopped struggling. “Fine, have a ball! But how long do I have to put up this with until…”

“Never!” Bea said with a laugh. “You’ve had all the sex you’re going to get from me today missy, I’m only doing this to practice what I’ve learned so far.” “Bea, listen… ” “Nope—suffer!” Bea said tightening her hold even more. “I’m warning you Beatrice, sto

“Is P teasing me right now or I’ll…” “Or you’ll do what, Cody?” “I—I’m going to tie you down and torture your nipples until Oola gets back!” Cody wiggled her tongue as she reluctantly released her. Bea moved in to sit on her waist, tucking her feet beneath Cody’s thighs.

“Pooh! You’re such a buzzkill!” “That wasn’t what you were thinking an hour ago,” Cody remarked.

“Shut up!” Bea slapped one of Cody’s breasts playfully.

“Ow! Get off me, Bea; you weigh a ton.”

“I do not!”

“You’re a terrible tease—you bean woman! If sex isn’t what you want, then tell me: what is?” Cody squinted her eyes. “Well… since you asked so nicely…”

“What?”

“Arris told me I need to practice my tying skills. Maybe you’d let me…”

Forget it! Cody pouted. “Come on, Cody, be a sport! I promise not to…”

“No! Absolutely not! That’s enough ‘Joys of denial’ for one day. Forget it!” Cody held the pout for a moment before an evil smile crept across her face as she began gently stroking the undersides of Cody’s breasts with her fingertips.

“What now?” asked Cody, feigning annoyance.

“Give me what I want, and I’ll give you something nice.” Cody cocked one eye suspiciously. “Yeah? What is it more sex?”

“Nope, your cigarettes!” Cody’s head snapped up. “You know where we put our backpacks?”

Bea nodded. “Yep. But I won’t say unless you let me tie you up first.”

Cody shook her head. “Listen Bea, this is important! There’s something in my bag that I really need to see. Tell me…”

“Nope. First let me practice tying, then I’ll tell.” Cody exhaled impatiently. “Fine! I’ll let you tie me up, but only after you bring the pack.” Bea pursed her lips. “In any position I want?” Cody rolled her eyes in exasperation. “I suppose so.”

“Well… okay, but only if you promise!”

“I promise, I promise! Now tell me where it is.” Bea tapped a finger to her lips. “Okay, deal! It’s under Seena’s bed in her room. I saw it there this morning when she and Oola and I…”

“Stop! I don’t need your confessions; just go get the pack!” The rain had started falling heavily as Bea hurried toward Seena’s room, which was close to Luna’s. Curiously here in the jungle heart, the rain seemed to shift temperature: it fell warm at first but cooled after a few minutes. Bea found being naked and not worrying about her clothes getting wet quite liberating; she thoroughly enjoyed becoming drenched. It felt pleasant now, though she knew she should hurry if she didn’t want to get chilled. Five minutes later she had retrieved the backpack and returned to find that Cody hadn’t moved an inch since she left. Cody held out a hand as Bea sat on the bed’s edge, snapping her fingers impatiently for the bag. Bea kept it just beyond reach.

“Don’t you dare break your promise!” warned Bea.

“I won’t, Priestess now give!” Cody sifted through the backpack quickly and pulled out a thick folder of handwritten pages. After sorting them carefully she selected a few and set the rest aside before beginning to read.

“Oh shit!” said Bea as she knelt beside the bed. Cody didn’t look up. “What is it, Beanie?” “Luna only has four ropes; I’ll need quite a bit more than that.” Cody glanced up in annoyance. “Then go find some more and leave me alone so I can study my notes.”

“Fine!” Bea said feeling slightly slighted. “I’ll just leave you with your precious notes, but when I return you’d better be ready to honor your word.” “Yeah, fine whatever, go,” replied Cody without looking away from the papers. Bea returned to Seena’s room and took all of the ropes from under her bed. She knew the tall warrior would likely get angry if she found them missing, but Bea only needed to borrow them for a short while—it was after all for a noble cause—and promised to sneak them back before anyone noticed they were gone. Holding the ropes in hand, Bea wandered aimlessly along the path in front of the village. Finding herself once again at the bridge she stepped cautiously

She looked over the edge and gazed down into the depths. A thick gray mist had settled from the warm rain, and as she peered downward, Bea felt a pang of disappointment; she couldn’t spot any of the village women working their way through the chasm below. Bea was eager to catch sight of Oola, but Arris mattered just as much. She wanted to showcase her newly acquired rope-tying prowess on both of them. Her plan was to do a solid job with Cody. However, the pile of documents Cody had been poring over seemed quite daunting, and Bea knew that studying those papers held significant importance for some reason. With a resigned sigh, Bea turned back toward the far end of the village. Since she had nothing else pressing on her time, she stepped into the bathhouse and eased herself into the warm water. Revelation Upon returning to Luna’s chamber, Bea discovered Cody seated cross-legged on the bed, chin resting on one arm, a cigarette in hand and deep in contemplation. Cody lifted her head. “Guess what they don’t have here?” “What is it?” “Ashtrays.” Cody winked and flicked her ash onto the floor. “Piglet,” Bea said. “Oink,” came the reply from Cody. “Did you find what you were looking for, Bea?” Cody asked. Cody’s expression grew tighter. “Yeah, Bea… I did. Do you want to hear about it?” “Yes, is it important?” “I think so.” “Then I want to hear the whole story, but not until you keep your promise to me.” Cody looked confused. “What was that promise?” Bea exhaled with annoyance. “Duh! Letting me practice my ropes, remember? You promised to let me tie you up!” “But I really want to tell you what I found.” “You can share it while I’m tying you; what I have in mind will take some time.” Cody sighed. “Beanie, you are absolutely relentless! Alright, I give up! Do you want me on my back?” “Nope, tummy down. I’m going to hog-tie you!” Bea patted the mattress with her hand. “Lie right here in the center of the bed facing the window.” Cody made a wretched face. “Aw, Bea!” “Come on and stop dawdling. When Arris gets back, I want her to be proud of me. Don’t you want to help your Priestess-in-training? Just think of all the Amazon women who will thank you for helping teach me.” “I helped teach you this morning.” “Cody!” Cody rubbed a palm over her face. “Shit!” “How about this,” Bea said, as if revealing a dark secret. “Once I’ve got you snug in your ropes, I’ll suck on your toes just the way you seemed to enjoy so much earlier.” Cody looked at her friend with a pout. “Yeah? How many toes?” “All—ten!” Cody blinked. “Really?” She squinted. “For how long?” Bea grinned like the Cheshire cat. “Maybe until the women return… and that might not be for hours.” * Thunder rumbled outside the window as Bea sat astride Cody’s thighs. With the smaller woman’s wrists crossed behind her back, she began to tie them slowly and carefully. “Okay,” Bea said. “Tell me what you found that’s so important.” Cody pressed the side of her head against the mattress. “As you know, I’ve been interested in history and its peoples since I was a child.” “Yes, I know,” replied Bea. “You’re a fanatic!” “The Mayans have always held a special fascination for me, mostly because of one specific Spanish woman whom I first read about back in grade school. “Oh?” “It turned out she was an audacious and enterprising person, and I couldn’t seem to get enough reading material about her life from the books we had at school.” Pleased with her work on Cody’s wrists, Bea began tying a double knot at the top of their hands where Cody wouldn’t be able to reach. “Why so?” “I was young then, impressed by her exploits and daring spirit; she became the object of my first sexual fantasies.” “Oooh! Tell me,” said Cody with a giggle. “That’s not important. What matters is what she actually did.” “Okay, so what did she do?” “She was a poor Spanish woman born in Barcelona in the late fifteenth century. By only thirteen years of age, she had already become a prostitute.” “I don’t think that was particularly unusual for that time period,” Bea commented. “No, but what was unusual were the men she traded with. She had relations exclusively with the cream of society, men who could make her wealthy as quickly”

“as possible.” “Just what made her so desirable?” Cody smiled. “Everything about her was extraordinary Bea, but her aristocratic bearing and her striking appearance are what made her so wildly successful. She was reputed to be one of the most beautiful women of her day, willow thin and over six feet tall. And that was during an age when most men were barely five feet.” Bea pulled the knot tight and smirked. “Sounds like she’d fit in here just fine.” Cody twisted her head around to meet Bea’s eyes. “Keep that thought!” Bea’s eyes narrowed. “At the age of fifteen, she was already on her way to becoming very wealthy. But unfortunately for her, she had crossed swords with a certain Fernando Vasquez, a syphilitic fat nobleman who was first cousin to the Queen.” “Oops!” Bea said as she moved to tie Cody’s legs together above her knees. “Yeah, and after the bastard dropped a few words into the Queens ear, the tall woman’s funds were confiscated by the state and she was promptly shipped off to the new world as a consort for the ship’s captain and officers.” Bea had finished wrapping Cody’s knees and had begun to circle the rope around them and in between her legs, making it doubly tight. “That’s too bad, what was her name Cody?” “Wait!” Cody said before continuing. “As always during her long life, the woman knew how to make the best of a bad situation. By the time the ship had reached its destination in Central America she had become something of a sex goddess to the entire crew.” Bea grinned. “That’s where your fantasy started.” “Actually, my interest began somewhat later…” Cody said. “When they reached the Mayan Capital she soon found that the native men were wildly attracted to her. But she would only allow the High Priests to make love to her.” Having finished Cody’s legs, Bea raised them up and began to tie her ankles with another piece of rope. “Picky, wasn’t she?” “No, smart! In a few months she had risen to gain the status of a virtual Queen among the Mayans with a following that worshipped the ground she walked on.” Bea bent Cody’s legs so that her ankles touched her buttocks. Then reversing her position, sat atop her legs and began to pass the rope from her ankles to her wrists, making many loops. “So this tall, promiscuous woman lived happily ever after?” Bea said. “Not exactly. She might have if she hadn’t shown a marked preference for having sex with the Mayan women.” Bea paused in her tying; Cody had finally caught her interest. “She was a lesbian?” Cody nodded. “The most open and prolific lesbian the world had ever known!” “Go on,” Bea said resuming her task. “You’ve piqued my curiosity.” “She lived among the Mayans for ten years, and in that time produced thirteen children, all incredibly tall and fair-skinned like her.” “I thought that you said she was a lesbian?” “She was, but she was far more. Sexually, she was absolutely voracious! Her constant need for money to please the steady stream of female lovers in her bed had to come from somewhere, and this the wealthy Priests provided willingly in return for her favors.” “So she kept getting knocked-up.” Cody nodded. “And remember that this was the fifteenth century, there was no birth-control or contraceptives.” Bea had now tightly surrounded the ropes pulling Cody’s feet to her wrists with neat circles of rope, and yanked the final knot hard. “Ouch!” Cody hissed. “That’s too tight!” “It has to be tight if you want to be able to enjoy my tongue on you toes!” Bea reached and ran her fingers softly along the sole of Cody’s right foot. Cody squirmed. “Hey! That tickles! You’re supposed to use you mouth Bea, Not your fingernails!” Bea giggled and patted Cody’s buttock. “Well right now you’re in no position to tell anyone what to do! Now lay still and let me finish my job.” Fearful that Bea might decide to tickle her again, Cody forced herself to lay completely motionless. Bea asked, “Why won’t you tell me her name? “I want save her name as surprise, and trust me, you

“will be!” “Alright, I appreciate surprises. So what became of her?” “One day a vessel came in from Spain carrying a group of monks who were determined to convert the Mayans to Christianity.” “I bet it didn’t succeed, did it?” “Oh yes, it did work. They obliterated all the Mayan writings and religious icons, then employed threats and torture to ‘enlighten’ them. The Mayans fell into line one by one quite quickly.” “And what about the tall woman?” Bea asked, reaching into the heap of damp ropes. “The monks despised her, claiming she was from the devil. They would have killed her on the spot if not for their fear that her many followers might turn against them.” Bea had brought Cody’s elbows together and was now in the process of tying the ends to the bed frame. Cody twisted her neck to look. “What are you doing, crazy woman?” “Mind your own business!” Bea scolded. “Just continue with your story.” Cody sighed but stayed perfectly still. In this position she knew how vulnerable her feet would be if Bea’s fingers angered her. “The monks were religious zealots, but they were also men. Despite having taken vows of chastity, they all lusted after her beautiful body.” “Nothing is worse than a bunch of horny monks!” Bea said. Cody sighed as Bea yanked repeatedly at yet another rope she had tied between the bed frame and Cody’s ankles, effectively preventing her from turning onto her side. Cody was growing increasingly nervous. She twisted her wrists slowly, testing the wet rope that tightly bound them. She found the feeling of confinement and total helplessness to be highly erotic, but frightening. Bea was doing a surprisingly good job at it, and Cody knew that in all likelihood she would be unable to escape without her help. Cody loved Bea more than anyone else she had ever known, and trusted her implicitly, but the apparent depth of her friend’s newfound sexual desires concerned her. It seemed as though a cork had been pulled, releasing a terrible female genie bent on making up for lost time and fulfilling every erotic desire. “Continue with your story,” said Bea. “The tall woman learned of a plot in which the monks were planning to steal her away from her large temple at night into the jungle to have sex with them. Afterwards, she was to be killed.” “Bastards!!” said Bea angrily. “She summoned her followers—mostly women—and along with her children, stole away from the city and into the jungle never to be seen again.” Cody felt the weight of Bea’s slender body as she lowered herself to sit on her back. A rope descended past her face and began to wrap around her neck. “Hey! Cody cried. “Not what?” “Shut up, ‘Cody-woman!’” said Bea. “Finish your story. What ever happened to the tall woman and her people?” Cody waited apprehensively as loop after loop of rope was wrapped snuggly around her neck. “No one knows. No record exists of where they went.” “End of story.” “Not quite, Bea. I think that with some assurance I know exactly what happened to them!” Bea finished knotting the rope behind Cody’s neck and now held quite still. “Here? You think that the woman brought her people all the way from Central America to here in the Amazon?” “I don’t just think it, Bea… I know it!” Bea removed herself from Cody’s back and sat down on the floor in front of her face. “What makes you so sure?” she asked seriously. “Many things,” replied Cody. “First her physical description: she was incredibly tall, and passed that trait onto her children. Second, the fact that she was a lesbian or at least bisexual, and had a pronounced foot-fetish!” “Like you!” giggled Cody. “Shut up Bea and listen! Third, she had remarkable titan-colored red hair… like Oola and her twin brother Xan!” “Shit.” said Bea. “And fourth… her name!” Bea’s eyes narrowed. “What was her name Cody?” “Isabella!!” Bea continued to squint at her trussed friend and shook her head slowly in confusion. “So? It’s a pretty name, but so what?”

“Get it Bea—her name was Isabella, right? I…speak of A…Bell!” Bea shook her head. “I still don’t get it.” “Listen to the sound! Isabella…Ixabala!!!” Bea’s hands flew to her face. “Oh my God!!”

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The Amazon continued in chapter fifteen.