Rewritten Amazon Chapter Fifteen Title

Amazon By Luckycat Chapter Fifteen Decisions Bea leaned her arms on the footboard and held Cody’s gaze for a long while before finally breaking the silence. Her eyes glistened with tears, and her voice carried a profound sorrow. “Then it’s all fake,” she declared. “The Goddess Ixabala is nothing but an impostor.” Cody nodded in slow agreement. “Since Isabella passed away, her people have kept her memory alive as both a mighty Queen and a wise woman who loved pleasure freely. But over the centuries that followed, the truth about her faded, and she was raised up to divine status.” Bea let out a heavy sigh. “Even her name suffered corruption; Isabella became Ixabala.” Cody nodded once more. “The men and women here have forgotten they trace their lineage back to the mighty Mayans.” “And that their blood carries Spanish ancestry too,” Bea added. Cody spoke gently. “Bea, I held off telling you until I could double-check my notes for certainty. Knowing how much you embrace this whole Goddess concept, I didn’t want to hurt your feelings.” Bea looked away briefly before turning back to face Cody with a determined look. “Well, I’m not just anyone! It’s true that I love the idea of an all-powerful lesbian Goddess directing the bodies and lives of these brave women here, but I never truly believed in her divinity. She is merely stone.” Cody offered a small smile. “But I do believe in the women here, and the wonderful community they share. And I also believe in the love we’ve both found: Oola and Luna!” “Yeah, me too,” Cody whispered. “So what’s next for us?” Bea pondered this for a full minute before replying. “I think we should keep it secret until death do us part. Revealing this truth could cause irreparable harm, likely killing Arris in the process!” Cody lowered her head to rest on the bed pillow and lay there thinking, wiggling her toes. She enjoyed the sensation of the tight rope encircling her body but wished she were free enough to wrap her arms around Bea for comfort. “Do you still want to become their Priestess, Bea?” Cody whispered. “Of course!” Bea said immediately, brightening up. “But Oola is my Goddess now, and I’d stay on my knees praying to Ixabala for a million years if it pleased her.” Cody smiled. “Good for you, Beanie! Good for you!” Cody nodded toward the bed behind her. “Now grab those notes lying there and tear them into pieces. If Arris can speak English, she’ll be able to read them too.” “Are you certain, Cody?” Bea whispered. Cody grinned up at her friend, winked, and wiggled her toes again. “At this very moment, I don’t see how I could stop you from doing so.” Bea smiled back. “That’s for sure!” Cody suddenly grew serious. “You’ve chosen to become these people’s Priestess Bea, and in the years ahead, your decisions alone will determine their eternal fate.” Bea nodded solemnly. “I know this.” “Then this is likely the most important decision you’ll ever make. Make it wisely.” Bea considered Cody’s words. She stood up, gathered the papers from the bed, and moved to stand by the small open window. Then she shredded the papers into bits and threw them outside, where the wind quickly caught them and scattered them far out into the distant valley beyond. History Lesson “Are you going to let me loose now?” Cody asked coyly. Bea said, “Hmmm, let me think about it. Nope.” Cody pretended to be offended as she uselessly twisted her wrists. But secretly, she loved the feel of the tight rope surrounding her body and was amazed at how well Bea had done her work. “So, what made you realize all this?” Bea asked. “Too many things that just didn’t add up,” Cody replied. “The iron cage?” “Yes, that too, but other things as well. First it was the women’s great height and slender bodies. True natives of the Amazon are short and thick-boned.” Bea listened attentively, aware that Cody knew what she spoke about. “And that partly explains the marked disparity in physical traits between the village men and women. Genes can be funny things, Bea; sometimes the traits of ancestors only show up later, or randomly, or even generations down the line, but rarely the genes migrate along gender lines.” “I’ve wondered about that too,” Bea said. “Most of the men here, except for Xan and a few others, are short and hairy.” Cody nodded. “Exactly. That’s because they reflect the tilt in their genetics toward the Mayan side of their family. Xan’s genes, like Oola’s, go straight back as a throwback to Isabella.” Bea nodded. “Okay, carry on.” “Another real giveaway is that their Spanish language is mixed with Mayan elements.” “But we’re so far from Central America,” Bea said. “How did they ever manage to get down here?” Cody shrugged. “The Dragon’s Neck.” Bea looked frightened. “What Dragon?” Cody smiled. “No, not a real dragon, Bea. The Dragon’s Neck is the name given to the landmass connecting North and South America—the Panama peninsula.” Bea nodded. “The Andes Mountains are vast, Bea; they run along the entire length of South America. Even today, they’re still growing higher due to tectonic pressure from the Pacific plate pushing them upwards. That’s what created the Panama peninsula. When that happened, it enabled native Indian peoples from North America to first come here.” As in their past college days, Bea was once more amazed by her friend’s thorough knowledge of history and geography. “The true tribes of the Amazon have been here for over twenty thousand years, but they’ve never developed things like ironworking.” “Or hot tubs,” Bea added with a smile. “Or how to plumb and heat them,” Cody added. “The people in this village, descendants of Isabella, know quite a lot about other matters too, but for some odd reason, they’ve chosen not to use that knowledge.” “Such as?” “Well, writing is one example. Since we’ve been here, I haven’t seen a single book or sign anywhere, only drawings and carvings.” Bea nodded slowly. “You’re right.” “Yet they speak in elevated Castilian Spanish with a large vocabulary.” “Wait,” Bea said. “What about the tarkas? They can read those signs.” Cody nodded. “That’s true, but remember those are Mayan symbols, not Spanish script. Most likely, they’ve only been taught to recognize their own names.” “I’ll bet it’s Arris,” Bea said with certainty. “No doubt about it,” Cody agreed. “She’s smart—I mean really smart. I’d wager she can read Spanish, English, and other languages as well.” Bea remained silent for a moment, weighing the information and trying to absorb it all. “What else have those sharp gray eyes of yours seen, Cody?” “Lots of things, Bea: for instance, the lack of doors and windows. And boats; they seem to hate and fear them. “But weren’t the Spanish great boat builders? “Yes, they were.” “Then why?” Cody shrugged again. “My guess is that they associated boats with the Spanish and their cruelty. Or perhaps because Isabella had been a prisoner on one, she forbade its use.” “Okay, so what about the Skulls? Are they Mayan?” Bea asked. Cody shook her head. “No. Indigenous. Completely different body types.” “So it was racial hatred? “Perhaps in part,” Cody said. “People always fear and hate others who look different from them. But according to Arris, the Skulls were already in rapid decline and fiercely jealous of the Amazon women’s beauty and happiness together.” Bea continued staring into her friend’s gray eyes for a while. Then her spirit seemed to lift as she smiled. “Fuck, I’ve got me one smart friend!” Helpless “So now what?” Cody said, twisting her bound wrists slowly. Bea had returned to her seat on the floor to enjoy watching Cody struggle in her bonds. “Now—I finish my job! Taking the two ends of the rope wrapped around Cody’s neck, Bea stood up to tie them tightly to opposite sides of the bed frame. “Bea!!” Cody cried as her head was pulled down toward the mattress. “That’s my name! Don’t wear it out!” Bea said smiling. As Cody struggled futilely, beads of sweat began to form on her face. “This is too damned tight! I can’t move an inch!”

“Good, that’s the whole idea!” Bea said, clicking her tongue happily. Bea watched Cody’s toes for a while as they slowly wiggled and clenched. Then she looked at the wall by the door where their wet teetas were hanging on wooden pegs to dry. A wonderful idea struck her, so after taking down her own teeta from the wall, she returned to sit once more on Cody’s bound legs. Cody spoke with an annoyed voice: “Just what are you doing now ‘Bean-woman?’” “Be quiet slave! You’ll find out!” Bea examined the teeta closely. It had a triangular piece of leather and three strong cords. Two loops around a woman’s waist, while the third passes between her buttocks to be tied in the center of her back. She turned it over in her hands for a moment, thinking. Then she folded the center cord into a ball and wrapped the front leather piece around it. Stuffing this balled-up teeta between the high arches of Cody’s feet, Bea used the other two cords to bind Cody’s big toes tightly together. “Shit!” said Cody angrily as sweat rolled into one eye. “That should hold those tootsies,” chirped Bea. “Try to wiggle them.” Cody grunted while trying to move her toes. “I can’t. I can’t move anything. I’ve had enough of this torture bean-brain! Now let me loose!” “What, without having felt my soft lips pulling at those tender helpless toes? I hardly think so!” “Well…” Cody hesitated. “Then get busy. I can’t stay like this forever!” Bea grinned as she sat cross-legged on the bed in front of Cody’s perspiring face. “You’ll stay that way until I’m good and ready to let you out. Besides, I want Arris to see you.” She touched a finger to her captive’s nose tip and brought it to her tongue to taste. It wasn’t quite as salty as Syral’s sweat had been, but still good. Bea wondered if Cody’s feet would be saltier too. Or maybe she reasoned that the salt takes more time to come out? Could it be that a woman’s feet are the saltiest after an orgasm? If so, then Cody would have to eat a pound of salt every day just to stay in shape. Bea laughed aloud at this thought. “Just what’s so damned funny?” asked Cody. “A private joke, and none of your beeswax!” Leaning close to Cody’s face, Bea said: “And by the way, in a couple of days, I’m going to become your new High Priestess. After that, whenever we’re in public together, you will refer to me only as ‘Priestess’ or maybe, ‘Wise one.’” “Oh brother!” Cody rolled her eyes. “Get serious Bea.” “I’m quite serious, Cody. The women will need you to set an example for them. Of course, when we’re alone, you can still call me Bea.’” Cody tried to look up, but the two ropes tied to the bed frame prevented it. “Yeah, well what if I refuse?” said Cody in a sneering tone. “Then you’ll leave me no choice but to have you hog-tied again and see to it that the women get to take turns at those ticklish little feet of yours!” Cody froze and remained dead silent. “Would you like that little slave?” asked Bea. “No, Bea…I mean—Priestess!” said Cody nervously. Bea grinned and tapped the tip of Cody’s nose as she spoke. “Know what I think? I think you’re fibbing to me; I think you just love having those tootsies touched and tickled. Maybe we should find out right now?” “No, Bea! Please, I couldn’t stand it, not tied like this!” pleaded Cody. “Shush! Don’t question your Priestess’s decisions; I’ve always wondered just how sensitive those soft little feet of yours really are!” Bea moved to sit on Cody’s back and tucked her legs beneath her. The bound woman’s feet were only inches away. At once, Cody felt Bea’s long fingernails gently raking down her soles. Cody screamed into the mattress. She tried futilely to pull her feet away, but being tied there was nothing she could do to avoid the fingers. Oblivious to Cody’s frenzied pleas for mercy, Bea continued the tickle torture relentlessly. After what seemed like an eternity, Bea leaned forward to grasp Cody’s ankles and ran the tip of her tongue up along one sole of the hog-tied woman’s right foot. She smiled and licked her lips, tasting the salt. Squirming atop Cody’s legs, Bea nestled in comfortably above her captive and leaned toward the other foot to discover it tasted even better. Bea smiled gleefully to herself, thinking: ‘This may take hours!’ Saved A shadow fell across the bed. Looking up, Bea saw Arris standing tall over her with merriment twinkling in her eyes. “Arris!” said Bea in surprise, peeking behind her hoping to see Oola, but the white-haired Priestess was alone. “Now just what have we here?” asked Arris, speaking in English. “I’ve been practicing my ropes as you said.” “Stand up child so that I can observe your work.” Bea complied at once and moved from atop Cody. “Just how did you manage to bind her?” asked Arris with great interest. “Cody is small, but she has the strength born of a great heart.” “I outsmarted her!” said Bea with a chuckle. “Oh?” “I tricked her by promising that I’d suck her toes—something she just loves—and then when I had her helpless,” Bea grinned evilly, “I tickled her feet instead!” Cody snarled: “You’re a little sneak! And I’m going to get you for this!” “Just try!” said Bea and tweaked Cody’s nose. Arris knelt on the bed and tugged at each rope securing Cody’s hands, arms, and legs. But when she examined Cody’s tied toes her smile broadened. “This is most clever, and quite effective. Did you think of this yourself, Beatrice?” Bea nodded proudly. “Yes Priestess.” “Most clever!” She met Bea’s eyes. “If you would like, I can show you several other rather interesting uses for a teeta. Would you care to learn one now?” “Sure, I’d like that, Arris!” said Bea excitedly. “Have you another teeta?” “Yes, Cody’s is right there.” Bea pointed to the wall. “Good, then get it.” Arris walked slowly around the bed closely examining the four ropes holding Cody’s body on her stomach in the center of the mattress. “The ropes holding her fixed are always a good idea; however, may I suggest that two more should be added: one leading from her knees to the end of the bed, and another from her neck to the opposite end. Thus she would be stretched tightly in both directions.” Bea looked at Cody and tilted her head as she considered this. “That’s a wonderful suggestion. But I don’t have any more ropes.” Cody said disgustedly: “What—a—shame!” Bea lightly slapped the back of the bound woman’s head. “Shut up slave! Or would you like me to go back to your feet with my fingers?” Cody stiffened but remained silent. Arris smiled. “More ropes are not necessary, child; she is quite secure. Just remember my words next time you bind her.” “Fat—chance!” murmured Cody and promptly received another soft slap. “How was your mission?” asked Bea. “Difficult, but successful,” replied Arris. “Are the village women back?” “Most of them. They are all waiting their turn beside the bathhouse to wash the smell of the dead from their bodies.” “And my Oola?” asked Bea excitedly. “Is she all right?” “Of course, my child. She awaits you in the temple where she has gone to pray. She asked me to find you and send her way.” Bea smiled. “Why is she praying?” “In part, she prays for the souls of the dead Skulls. But mostly, she prays that you will join her quickly. She confessed on our return journey that she is most anxious to laugh with you upon her bed inside the temple.” Bea let out a little squeal of pure delight and turned towards the doorway. “Wait child, do you not wish to see my use for the teeta?” Crestfallen, Bea lowered her head. “Forgive me Arris; it’s just that…” Arris patted Bea’s shoulder and smiled. “I understand Beatrice; I was once young like yourself and loved Zima as you now love Oola. But be patient and wait a little while longer; she needs to learn”

“to pray, and you need to learn how to be Priestess.” Bea smiled, rising on her toes to kiss Arris on the cheek. Arris sat down on the floor in front of Cody, gesturing for Bea to sit beside her so they could watch together. First, she shaped a ball from the leather crotch cord, then folded the front portion around it into successively smaller triangles. Bea watched every move until Arris finally held up a small, thick triangle about two inches wide, hanging by its waist cords. “What is it?” Bea asked with wide eyes. “Watch.” Arris replied. Leaning forward, she said, “Cody child, look up at me!” Cody lifted her head as far as the tight restraint allowed. She couldn’t see Arris’s face clearly but could spot the rolled-up teeta in her hands. Before Cody could speak, Arris neatly forced the teeta tightly between her teeth. Cody’s eyes widened with fear; she opened her mouth to spit it out, but Arris had expected this and used the moment to push it even deeper into her mouth. Arris gathered the two leather cords and quickly brought them behind Cody’s neck, tying them together in a tight knot. “A gag!” Bea cried, clapping her hands. Arris nodded. “Yes, a teeta makes an excellent gag. The thick leather will soon swell to fill her mouth, but it will be quite comfortable for her to wear. Cody can now enjoy the taste of her own teeta like this for many hours, and you won’t hear her complain once.” Cody’s wide eyes darted across the top of the mattress, making soft little mewing sounds that were barely louder than a whisper. Bea reached out with a fingernail to lightly stroke Cody’s right foot just above the heel. “Let’s see how effective it is.” Cody tried to scream and bucked wildly but couldn’t escape the annoying finger; her frantic protests were barely audible. “Could you do this yourself now?” Arris asked. “Yes Priestess, I watched very carefully,” Bea said, nodding. “Good, then you have learned another small lesson. Now go along and find your Oola. She will be most happy to see you.” Bea stood up quickly and turned to leave, but hesitated for a moment before sitting back down on the bed beside her bound friend. “What about Cody? I can’t leave her like this; I might be gone a long time.” “I shall look after her,” Arris said calmly. “Now go.” A shadow momentarily crossed Bea’s brow, but then she brightened. After bending to quickly kiss both soles of Cody’s feet, she stood and left the room. Cody lay quietly, wriggling her eight free toes and waiting patiently for Arris to untie her. Instead, she was surprised to see the Priestess’s robe fall away from her legs onto the floor. Arris’s face appeared in front of Cody as she knelt at the foot of the bed. Taking hold of Cody’s earlobes, she massaged them gently and smiled while sighing heavily. “How I envy you little Cody!” Cody lifted her eyebrows questioningly since she couldn’t speak. “To experience the wonderful feel of the ropes so tightly surrounding your body! Back before the serpent took her from me, my Zima loved to tie me like this. Being young and open to new experiences, I quickly learned to love it too.” Cody’s eyes met Arris’s, and she nodded slightly. “Our love for each other was from our hearts, but it was also deeply physical in a very unique way. Zima desired to command me in our bed, while mine desire was to obey her every wish. Our sisters all enjoyed having war with one another, but for Zima and I, it soon became an undeniable obsession!” Cody listened attentively. Arris released Cody’s ears to lean on folded arms. She waved one hand dismissively. “Of course from time to time, Zima would permit me to tie her as well, but her passion—and mine—was for her to hold the ropes and to tie the knots.” “Our Priestess, whose name was Quazal, quickly recognized Zima’s qualities of leadership and chose Zima to be her successor,” she added. “And me to act as Zima’s consort and advisor.” “Quazal brought us to live with her in the very cave where I still reside today. She taught us many important things about life and our responsibilities in loving one another. From her we learned of the many dangerous plants and animals, how to safely find our way through the maze of swallowing serpents and entombing spiders, and how to deeply pleasure our lovers.” Reminded once again of the frightening labyrinth, several questions came to Cody’s mind. But with her own teeta so tightly stuffed between her teeth, she could only nod. “The three of us lived happily together inside the mountain for three years when sadly, Quazal died of illness. In just two more years Zima had also been taken from me.” Tears began to well in Arris’s eyes. “I assumed Zima’s duties as Priestess. Not only because the village women wished this, but because I demanded it!” Something of quiet fire returned to Arris’s face. “They required a Priestess who was strong-willed and unflinching in her duties, able to guide their lives with power and authority! “As Priestess I can never show weakness or any sign of submission to others. And sadly, my erotic desire to lay helpless beneath another as she subjects me to her sweet little tortures has become only a sweet memory of the past.” Cody nodded sympathetically, understanding the sacrifices Arris had made. Despite the disparity in their ages and heights, Cody had come to discover a strange kinship with Arris. Like herself, Arris could be of two minds when it came to matters of sex. Although she was the Alpha, the dominant village leader, the white-haired Priestess had just admitted that she was also highly aroused by being tightly bound. Cody wondered if this revelation had been meant for her ears alone. Surely it had, and she knew she must keep this dark secret Arris had just confessed. It saddened Cody to know that with her knowledge of Isabella and the true origins of the village, a lie would always remain between them. “I have always known that one day Zima’s daughter would take my place as Priestess, and I waited patiently for the right time. But when you came, everything changed. For when I saw Beatrice, I realized it was her face that I had seen in my dreams, and that little Oola was destined for something far greater than simple Priesthood: she was to become the living Goddess, the true reincarnation of Ixabala!” Cody knew that she and Bea were right to destroy her papers. This remarkable woman had given her entire life to a false Goddess, but more importantly to her people. To reveal the truth about Isabella would surely kill her. “Soon, I shall be free to experience my life in any manner I choose,” Arris went on. Then, looking at Cody slyly, she said, “Perhaps one afternoon when your Luna has gone hunting, you would consider indulging my foolish fantasies and let me lay as you are now, bound and at your complete mercy. Would that appeal to you?” Cody tried to smile but nodded instead. “Thank you little one,” Arris said. “I shall greatly anticipate it! But now, the question is what to do with you. You must be most anxious to become free.” Cody nodded quickly. Arris reached out to softly stroke Cody’s straw-colored hair. “Forgive me little Cody, but not just yet. It gives me too much pleasure to see you bound as you are.” Reaching down beside her, Arris returned with a small vial. Cody’s eyes grew large for she knew only too well what was in store. Opening the vial, Arris placed a single drop of clear liquid on the tip of her long index finger. “Great care must be taken when applying the love poison to a woman,” Arris said in a detached voice. “Should too much be given, the poor woman might harm her own body in an attempt to satisfy her desperate need.” Arris held out her finger for Cody to see. “Just the smallest drop is enough to ensure a woman’s full attention for many pleasant hours.” Cody could hear the smile in Arris’s voice. “When your Luna comes home, she will find a nicely wrapped gift awaiting her, one that you

“I am most eager for her to open!” Arris slid her hand beneath Cody’s bound wrists, tracing a finger between the curves of her buttocks. Her digit paused briefly, gently caressing Cody’s anus. Cody sensed the heat almost immediately. “You will discover this is especially pleasing!” Following Bea’s example, Arris perched herself atop Cody’s legs. The ends of her long index fingers began to dance against the soles of Cody’s large toes. “I must admit I have been very keen to explore these soft feet myself, and to see just how much joy I can bring you!” Luna The daunting duty of interring the dead, along with hauling numerous heavy stones to securely seal their bodies within the cave, had left them drained. Stubborn and fiercely competitive, neither Luna nor Seena would acknowledge their tiredness as they labored back toward the village. Eventually, however, Seena started complaining about her hunger, giving Luna a perfect excuse to propose they pause for food. Yet before either woman could open their packs to retrieve their meals, both had fallen into deep slumber. The pain of pleasure In total silence and with remarkable focus, Arris slowly tended to the bound feet of her captive. Her fingers located the most delicate spots on each foot, working one at a time or sometimes both simultaneously. Occasionally, when she found an especially rewarding spot, she would work it carefully for a while. But the Priestess knew that lingering too long in one area caused sensitivity to fade, so she moved her fingers to explore new territories. Cody had stopped struggling against the unyielding touch. She lay with her back rigid and head lifted, the rope loops around her neck nearly choking her as she floated in a sparkling sea of torture and intense erotic longing. Periodically, the torment would briefly cease, replaced by the sensation of Arris’s lips enveloping Cody’s toes. As the Priestess slowly licked and sucked them, it felt like a small reward for her suffering. Cody breathed slowly and deeply through her nose, her mind silently begging Arris to release her from this desperate erotic need, reaching beneath her thighs to find the one place that could free her of its agony. As if reading her thoughts, Arris said, “I know how much you wish to laugh, little one, and believe me, I share your sympathy!” Cody’s heart sank. She knew she was learning firsthand from the master about “inflicting the joys of denial.” Yet being under the spell of the powerful drug while bound so tightly somehow didn’t seem quite fair. With a final long stroke across Cody’s feet soles, Arris rose and shrugged into her robe. “I regret that I cannot stay longer to enjoy your soft little feet; they are truly remarkable! But alas, my duties call me elsewhere. I will leave you alone to savor the silence of your tight ropes. Over the next few hours, the power of the love poison will steadily grow within you. Later, when Luna returns, I believe she will find you very receptive to her tender kisses!” Arris turned and began walking out of the room. Then, as an afterthought, she picked up a leather flask that Luna always kept filled with water. Placing it just out of reach on the bed before Cody, she grinned. “In case you become thirsty!” With a swirl of her robe, Arris departed. Seena Luna woke from deep sleep to find Seena sitting on her thighs, teasing her nipple with a fingertip. “Wake up, useless huntress!” Seena said. “Do you plan to sleep all afternoon? I have promised Xantha that we would go to war, and I am very eager to defeat her.” Turning her head, Luna squinted through sleepy eyes to see the sun now low on the horizon behind the rain clouds. Although they had stopped beneath the shelter of a tall tree, both women were soaked with water. The feel of Seena’s warm body was comforting and secure, and Luna was reluctant for the giantess to move away. Seena, who was Luna’s closest friend, also seemed hesitant to leave, continuing to stroke her nipple. Then Luna remembered little Cody and how sad she had looked when they left to bury the Skulls. Suddenly, she needed to feel that small body beneath hers as they lay entwined in their warm bed. “Stop teasing me, brute!” Luna said. “Let us go; I would hate for Xantha to miss the chance to bind you most helplessly!” Seena laughed heartily. “Do not fear, huntress; there is little chance of that!!” Alone Cody awoke from a light sleep in which she dreamed she was alone in the dark jungle being stalked by a giant squeezing snake. She had made the fatal mistake of staring into its black eyes and to her horror discovered she had become mesmerized, paralyzed with fright. As the serpent slithered relentlessly toward her, she found herself frozen to the spot, unable to flee from its hungry jaws. Cody screamed as the snake leapt. She woke with a pounding heart to realize that at least one part of the dream was true: she was totally unable to move. As her head slowly cleared, her heart leaped when she realized she was still bound, tightly secured in Bea’s cunning hog-tie. How long had she slept? Hours? Minutes? She had no way of knowing. Cody found that she was now relaxed and quite comfortable. There was little pain; this came as no great surprise. * As a young girl experimenting with her self-bondage games, Cody had been amazed to discover it was actually possible to fall asleep while still tied. She reasoned that while the human body resists any enforced position, it is fear and constant struggling that quickly bring about pain. Her parents were loving people who always respected her privacy. They both worked and went to bed early. When confident they were fast asleep, she would tightly tie herself into intricate positions on her bed—positions from which escape would be difficult and time-consuming, especially in the dark. Once secured, she made no effort to struggle or try to free herself; instead, she allowed herself to relax and fall asleep. Upon waking groggy and confused in the middle of the night, she would suddenly realize she was still bound, with the exhausting task of freeing herself lying ahead. The scenario had always proven extremely erotic for Cody, leading her soon to climax. Alone in the dark silence of the night, her violent orgasms were prolonged and intense. Often her body became so exhausted by its own physical pleasure that she was too tired to free itself. She would lie panting and sweating, waiting for her heart rate to slow before beginning the long, strenuous task. Strangely, it had been these quiet moments of complete surrender that Cody loved best of all. Even after she began having actual sex with men and then women, she never found the same depth of pleasure as when alone in her bed. Sometimes, after enduring the clumsy first attempts of an adolescent lover, Cody could hardly wait for them to leave so she could fulfill herself in the manner she loved most. She continued this little game for nearly a year until one day things went badly wrong. The single element of her self-bondage that she couldn’t control was how long she remained asleep. One Friday morning, she was awakened by the insistent beeping of her alarm clock. It was past eight o’clock, and while still bound, she had severely overslept. Her parents had already left for work. Hurriedly, she struggled to free herself. But in her frenzied attempts, she only succeeded in further tightening the already tight ropes. The position she had chosen the night before was called a ‘frog-tie’, one where her wrist

“The ropes were tied behind her back to her crossed ankles. It had become one of her favorite positions, and one of the most difficult to escape. The frog-tie was extremely confining. With her knees forced wide apart, turning onto her side was impossible, and any attempt to scoot her body forward or backward was painfully slow and exhausting. Her situation was desperate. For once she had put herself into a seemingly inescapable position. And there would be no getting free until her parents returned that evening. Fighting against her rising panic, Cody forced herself to relax and to take slow deep breaths. Then, visualizing the ropes that bound her wrists, she methodically began to work at gaining the slack she needed to pull her hands free. It took her over an hour. And when she finally arrived at school nearly two hours late, her wrists and ankles—covered with makeup to hide the rope marks—ached dreadfully. After that episode, Cody had quickly learned to set her alarm for four o’clock, just in case. * Cody raised her head an inch to look out of the window, but saw only a uniform dull gray. From the dimness of the light she imagined that it must nearly dusk. Then she saw that along with the miserable slow rain that a dense fog had begun to form, rising high above the village to spill through the window in little gray wafts. Cody became uncertain; it could just as easily be morning. Could she possibly have slept through an entire night? Where was Luna?” For the hundredth time since Bea had tied her, Cody twisted in her ropes trying futilely to gain slack. But it was hopeless. Not only had her trap been too cunningly designed, but now the wet hemp ropes had dried and felt like rigid bands of steel. Any further attempt at escape would not only be pointless, but painful. Cody lay utterly still, listening to the sound of the rain as it spattered mournfully upon the sill of the window. She strained her ears for any sound that might come from below, but there was only the raindrops and wind to keep her company. * Chilled by the miserable steady rain, Luna and Seena paused to rest before the beginning the last steep uphill leg of their journey home. They sat together on a small outcropping of rock that stood alongside the muddy path. Seena had removed her teeta and used it to tie her hair back behind her head. This had amused Luna to no end, and she teased the seven-foot tall warrior relentlessly. “Tell me fierce one, why this foolish hair-trick of yours?” Seena eyed her warily. “It is no—trick—huntress! It is a most useful thing! It serves to keep my wet hair from before my sharp eyes.” Luna nodded. “Truly. And where did you learn of this useful thing? From Arris?” Seena only sniffed and looked away. “No? Then perhaps from your good friend, the Torturess?” Seena snorted loudly and gave Luna a dour look. “The Torturess is no friend of mine Luna.” Luna winked. “That warrior, is only because you lack a man-stick.” Seena grinned broadly at this. “Truly!” Luna persisted. “Then who?” Seena sighed impatiently. “From Xantha.” Luna smiled and nodded. “From Xantha! Indeed!” “Yes, Xantha!” Seena said angrily. “She is *most *clever, and has shown me many useful things!” “Oh, I see.” Luna said, baiting her friend. “And just what useful things have you shown Xantha? Surely not how to win at war?” Seena gave a twisted smile. “No, I fear that is something she will never learn.” Seena added with a wink, “Just like you huntress!” Reminded for the hundredth time of her failures at every having beaten her best friend at war, Luna took a different ploy. “I fear Seena, that you have become too tall to wear your own teeta.” Seena’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “Meaning what puny huntress?” “Meaning…that you have failed to heed the words of our Goddess.” Seena smirked. “And just which words are those?” “That the higher a woman climbs upon a tall ladder, the more of her ass others may see.” Seena glared at Luna with such intensity that for a moment Luna feared a physical attack. Then the warrior’s features softened and she began to laugh. “A most excellent insult! I shall remember this to use on another.” “Without doubt.” Luna said. “But I only state the truth with no sense of false pride; no one will ever defeat me at war! I am simply too powerful, just as our Goddess had made me.” Luna shook her head. “Most humble of you to say so.” “No, most truthful.” Seena countered. “So you say now,” Luna replied. “but be most wary! The lessons of Ixabala are learned in mysterious ways! One day soon your powerful body may be defeated by someone from whom you never thought it possible.” Seena scoffed at this. “Really! And from just whom would this be, may I ask?” Luna shrugged. “I know not. But from someone you expect least.” Luna gave Seena a sly glance. “Perhaps even from my small Cody.” Seena’s mouth fell open and she stared at Luna as though she had lost her mind. Then throwing back her head, she began to laugh uproariously. “What! The soft-footed little Cody-woman?” “It is just Cody now; Remember Seena?” Again Seena laughed and rolled her eyes. “Forgive me; Cody! But I think huntress, that your Cody would have little chance of defeating me at war!” “Perhaps not. But do not make the mistake of thinking her as weak. My Cody is small but quite clever, and most sneaky!” Seena recalled the morning that she and Cody had come across the Torturess busily occupied with her punishment of Xan. And how when pressed to assist in his torture, Cody had managed to so impress the thin woman that she had actually offered Cody the position of assistant Torturess. Still smiling, Seena finally nodded in agreement. “You speak truly! She seems most clever in freeing herself from difficult situations.” Luna laughed. “Most clever indeed!” * It seemed as if the drug Arris had given her had faded as she had slept. But now it began to return with a vengeance. Cody’s groin became warm and damp, her erect nipples pressed so hard into the mattress that they actually hurt. She wanted desperately to bring herself to orgasm. But tightly trussed as she was and tied to the bed frame there was no way to gain the friction she needed to climax. Despite her incredible sexual frustration, Cody understood only too well why Arris had left her like this; to gratify her need too easily would only deprive her of her of having achieved complete satisfaction. For Cody, the anticipation of sexual release had always the best part about having sex with someone, but always impatient, and desirous of achieving instant gratification, she had never allowed herself to explore this aspect of her desire. Now, she was being forced to. Cody had awakened with a tremendous thirst, and the sound of the falling rain was pure torture. Resting her head on her chin, she eyed Luna’s water flask hungrily. It lay only inches from her gagged mouth, so close that she could actually smell the cold water it contained. But once again, she knew why Arris had done this. Seeing the unobtainable water just beyond her reach served to heighten her feeling of helplessness, forcing her mind to dwell on her sexual desire. She turned her head to one side and lay quietly, smiling as she remembered the feel of Arris’s lips upon her toes. Suddenly, the soft sound of padding feet came to her ears. Cody raised her head to see a tall shadow outlined against the wall. A moment later two long perfectly shaped legs stood before her. The visitor gave a little gasp of delight and bent to lower her face and gaze into Cody’s wide staring eyes. Cody blinked in surprise. Instead of finding Luna, she was staring at the beautiful face of Syral, Seena’s daughter. “Praise Ixabala!” Syral said with obvious glee. “Now just what do we have here?”

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Amazon in continued in chapter Sixteen.”