Amy Valentine
climbed carefully on the steel girder. Below her, the strange assembly of women were chanting
something lyrical yet incomprehensible. The hot Caribbean sun was on her back, amplified by the
stained glass ceiling inches above her. The beautiful brunette was wearing loose khakis and a light
brown shirt, but the heat was still intense. Her legs were sweating and she could feel her khakis
cling to the curves of her ass. She ignored the discomfort and tried to keep her mind on the
mission; a woman's life was at stake. Last week, Courtney Phillips, a top executive at Paragon
Industries, had been kidnapped. Amy's employers first suspected their long time rivals, Diligent
Enterprises, until they received a ransom note from a woman calling herself Abiara Melanippe. This
mysterious woman demanded a million dollars or else she would sell Ms. Phillips to Diligent
Enterprises. Amy didn't know why Courtney was worth that much money because it wasn't her concern.
Amy's concern was retrieving Ms. Phillips for Paragon and collecting her paycheck. It made her life
much simpler. Using the vast resources of Paragon Industries, Amy had tracked down Abiara Melanippe
to this remote, private Caribbean island. The island was called New Themiskyra after the legendary
home of the Greek Amazons. A quick plane trip and a daring parachute drop later, Amy was inside the
largest building on the island. She was perched on a ceiling girder looking for the missing
Courtney when she began to realize how strange this island really was. First of all everyone here
was a woman, and a gorgeous woman at that. They were all topless and for pants, they wore flowing
blue silk trousers like harem girls. All of the women were also wearing light veils and carrying
spears. Amy was jealous of their attire, as the heat of the summer certainly made their clothes
more practical than what she was wearing though she preferred her gun to some stupid spear. On a
throne sat their leader, who Amy quickly assumed was Abiara. Amy tapped the zoom button on her
special sunglasses to get a better look at the mastermind. She was stunned by the woman's regal
beauty. Abiara was a lithe black woman, wearing the same blue silk pants as her followers and going
topless. Heavy twin breasts adorned the leader, and she went without a veil. Amy was mesmerized by
the high cheekbones, the full brown lips and almost queen like poise of the black woman. "Women!"
Abiara declared with a powerful voice. "We are gathered here to celebrate our imminent victory over
Paragon Industries! With their ransom, we'll soon be able to finance our grand scheme of liberating
the Earth from the inferior clutches of the weakest gender, men!" "Wow, I can see why she's in
charge," Amy whispered. "Yes, she's quite beautiful for a bitch," a voice behind her agreed. ~~~
Bethany Taylor laughed at the way that tramp, Amy Valentine jumped. Amy nearly fell off the steel
girder they were on, which made sneaking out here worth the trouble. Bethany was always glad to get
a minute or two to chat with her hated nemesis; especially when Bethany already had her gun at the
base of Amy's neck. "You're here to rescue your executive, right?" Bethany whispered. Below them,
lines of women danced in intricate circles. "Of course, but why are you here?" the brunette hissed.
Bethany didn't need to tell her captive anything, but she was feeling confident. The crafty blonde
told Amy of how Diligent Enterprises had received an unusual offer of an executive from a rival
branch. Rather than pay the asking price, Bethany was ordered to rescue the executive herself, and
let their team of corporate interrogators handle it from there. The rest of her story was similar
to Amy's journey here, except Bethany's story ended with a gun in Amy's back. "Oh, and I'm better
dressed," Bethany added. It was true. Instead of the mock-safari look Amy had, Bethany was attired
in loose white shorts, a white bikini top that barely contained her massive breasts and a little
white beret to pin her long blonde hair. She was also sporting a killer tan. "Great," Amy said
without enthusiasm. "Then you'll have an easy time dealing with hundreds of crazed women. Have a
plan?" Bethany shrugged. "Take the leader, Abiara, hostage. The rest is easy when you are dealing
with fanatics. Fuck, they'll even get me an iced tea once I have a gun to their leader's head." Amy
sighed. "That's it?" "Well, I did improvise a bit," Bethany, said, smiling. "for example, I'm going
to give you a push, and when your broken body distracts them, I'll move in on Abiara." Amy actually
laughed. "What is so damn funny, corpse?" Bethany hissed. "This," Amy replied. Even hunched on a
girder, Amy's leg had a deadly accuracy. Her leg kicked back like a mule, knocking Bethany's
beloved Griffonwing with the ebony grip out of the blonde agent's hand. Bethany grabbed Amy's ankle
and snarled. "You better hope no one notices a gun falling from the ceiling, or else we are
fucked!" Amy smiled. "Wait till you see this," she said as she spun around with Bethany still
holding her leg. Amy's other foot swept along and caught Bethany by the waist. The momentum sent
them both over the edge, plummeting down to the assembled women below! ~~~ As the two women fell
from the girder still entwined together, Amy began to think that this was a bad plan in the long
term. On the other hand, like all bad long term plans, it served its short term goal; which was not
getting a bullet in the back. Having eluded certain death, now Amy had to do was elude a just as
certain death. Bethany was still between Amy's legs, clutching with a death grip to Amy. The fast
thinking brunette considering kicking Bethany free of her legs, but discarded the idea. There
wasn't enough time. Amy would just have to owe Bethany one later. Amy's clothes were impractical
for a good reason; she had a lot of shit to carry. Her guns, her smoke grenades and her radio were
on her belt and she had a few knives tucked in the inside of her shirt. The industrial agent likes
to come prepared and that was why she removed her belt buckle. She aimed the clever device with her
hands as the two agents continued to fall. A gas propelled grappling hook fired from the belt
buckle, arcing up and wrapping around the steel girder. The tension of the rope stopping their fall
nearly tore Amy's arms from their sockets, but that's why they paid Amy the generous paychecks. As
the two agents gently descended to the floor and the hordes of surprised and armed women, Amy
thought of the collection of fencing epees she was planning to buy. It was a soothing thought.
Bethany collapsed to the ground almost gratefully when they landed. Amy was quick to drop to the
side in a roll that ended with her leaping to her feet with both pistols drawn. She has the sitting
black woman in her sights yet Abiara seemed unfazed by Amy's weapons. "Nobody moves or else I empty
two clips into your sexy leader!" Amy yelled. Amy didn't feel bad at all for stealing Bethany's
plan. Improvisation was part of the life of a woman like Amy. "Now, get me Courtney Phillips, a
boat, and an iced tea," Amy demanded. That was when she fell unconscious. ~~~ Kicking the back of
Amy's head was not only enjoyable to Bethany, but it was also part of her new plan. She could feel
the tension in the air as the assembled women lowered their spears towards her. Abiara looked at
Bethany impassively, as if she expected all along for two women to fall from the sky and then have
one of them knock out the other. Since Abiara wasn't asking questions, Bethany seized the
initiative. "I was sent here, with my partner, to rescuer Courtney Phillips," Bethany lied. The
women growled and raised their spears. Abiara raised her hand to stop them. Bethany continued. "But
while I have infiltrated your organization, I also learned about your wonderful mission," Bethany
continued to lie. "As I listened, I realized something. men are weak, and I'm tired of taking
orders from them! I want to join!" The crowd was quiet, until Abiara smiled, and gave a single
queenly nod of her head. The women broke into cheers. Bethany was swarmed by happy women who hugged
her and patted her on the back. As the dozens of topless women hugged Bethany, the blonde breathed
a sigh of relief. Acceptance was easy to come by with some fanatics. Abiara stood up, the sunlight
shimmering on her oiled black breasts. "Bathe her, and bring her to me," she declared. "Fuck,"
Bethany whispered. ~~~ Amy awoke, and found herself nude and bound to a pole. The cursed sun was
beating down on her and the roar of the ocean was deafening. As she opened her eyes, she saw a
beautiful idyllic beach scene. The wind blew, and the sand it carried bit at Amy's body like sharp
nips of teeth on her bare legs, belly and breasts. "Oh well, it beats a stinky dungeon," Amy
muttered. She was standing up, a heavy iron collar around her neck. Her hands were bound next to
someone else's hands and Amy quickly realized that there was someone on the other side of the pole.
Amy looked around, and noticed no one was bothering to guard them. These topless crazy women were
amazingly slack. "Hey, who are you?" Amy asked the person on the other side. "My name is Courtney
Phillips, who are you?" a voice answered. "I'm Amy Valentine, I was sent to rescue you," Amy
answered. Her fingers danced over Courtney's bound hands, and Amy smiled as she recognized the
knot. "Paragon sent you?" Courtney snapped back. "Well you are doing a terrible job of rescuing
me," the women chastised. "Getting captured is an inefficient method of saving someone. Who is your
department head? I intend to make sure you get written up for this fiasco!" Amy bit her bottom lip
and tried to ignore the flow of abuse. "This is why I don't go to the company picnic," Amy thought
to herself. ~~~ Bethany was impressed by the grandeur of Abiara's quarters. Oriental tapestries
hung on the walls. A fountain bubbled in the center of the room with mermaids painted under the
water. Several marble statues decorated the huge room, each of them depicting a woman in combat. A
grand bed dominated the room, concealed on slightly by a rich red curtain. The blonde agent was
given nothing to wear after her bath, but Bethany wasn't worried. She knew she was at her most
dangerous when her skin was clean, her hair was wet and clinging to her back and her breasts were
exposed and vulnerable to the world in all their huge glory. Bethany knew her body was her most
dangerous weapon, both as a distraction and as a master of several martial arts. "You are a
wonderful specimen of our gender," Abiara said from her chair. The stunning black woman had been at
her desk since Bethany walked in. It had been a test of Bethany's patience not to attack the woman
out right as soon as the guards left. The agent couldn't say why exactly she held off. There was
something about Abiara that made Bethany believe a direct attack would be a mistake. "Thank you,"
Bethany answered. She decided to play it by ear. It had worked so far. "I must admit, I am
impressed by how you took out your companion at the moment of her success," Abiara continued. "I
know you said you were tired of working for the weaker gender, but I wanted to make sure you knew
of our full agenda." Bethany kept quiet. Abiara still hadn't given her permission to sit down, and
now there was going to be a lecture? Bethany reflected that some jobs required more patience than
others. "Themiskyra was the legendary home of the Greek Amazons," Abiara began. "According to
legend, it was a beautiful place, filled with women of great learning and of great warrior skills.
Of course, the rest of the legends we have detail how men were able to defeat and rape these
women." "Bastards," Bethany added. It seemed appropriate. "Weren't the Amazons the ones who cut off
their breasts to shoot bows?" Abiara shook her head and rose to her feet. She walked over to a
painting of a modern woman firing a bow. Her hand traced the curves of the woman. "A myth, made by
men," Abiara said without emotion. "We wouldn't have an Olympic division of women's archers if it
was true. It was just a myth men liked to tell to scare women away from sports." Abiara sighed.
"The world is ruled by myths of one kind or another. The myth of liberty convinces Americans that
they have total freedom, yet lesbians are not allowed to legally marry. The myth of racial
superiority convinced nations that it was okay to cleanse ethnic types. The myth of talking dog
convinces people to buy tacos. The world goes from myth to myth, believing in a good story rather
than the truth." "That is why we adopted the Amazon name for our cause," Abiara continued. "We are
just women, women who want to assume our rightful place as leaders in this world. We are not Greek,
we are not supernatural, and we are certainly not wonder women. Yet if the world will suppress us
because of they cling to myths rather than truth, then we will become a myth for them to understand
and fear us." Bethany felt compelled to comment. "Sounds great!" she added. "What will you use the
ransom money for?" Abiara smiled. "I'll tell you when you are fully initiated," she said. The calm
black woman walked over to a cabinet and opened the combination lock. Abiara removed a pillow, and
on the pillow was a strange belt with phallic attachments.

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 "This is our version of Hippolyte's
Girdle," Abiara explained. "Hippolyte was an Amazon Queen who had a magic belt. The belt conferred
upon the Queen great strength. Our belt is a bit more intimate." Abiara held it up for Bethany's
scrutiny. The belt held two long rubber cocks that were joined at the base. It was clear that one
woman wore the belt and was penetrated by one cock, and then the other cock was for penetrating
someone else. "Notice this," Abiara said as she gripped the outer cock. As she clenched the rubber
penis, the inner one began to vibrate. As Abiara tightened her grip, the vibrations increased. When
she released her grip, the vibrations stopped. "It's time for your initiation," Abiara said as she
stepped out of her pants. Abiara's pubic region was dark and curly, a dark forest of desire. Abiara
slipped put on the belt, aiming the vibrating side into her sex. Bethany watched in awe as Abiara
took the entire length of the cock into her. "Bend over my new Amazon," Abiara said, "and let's see
how strong you are." ~~~ "There!" Amy proudly declared. It wasn't easy, but Amy had managed to free
one hand from the ropes. Unfortunately, it was Courtney's hand. "About time!" Courtney snapped.
"Now I can scratch my nose." "Wow, it all feels worth it then," Amy snapped. "I freed your hand for
a reason! I have a secret weapon hidden on my body. I can't untie my hands, so you'll have to reach
it." Amy felt the pole shift as Courtney tried to look behind her. The agent waited for the
executive to understand that she couldn't look at someone bound behind her. It was a long wait.
"They stripped me, didn't they strip you?" Courtney asked after a few minutes. "Yes," Amy explained
slowly. "But I hid a special device on my body for just this eventuality." "Where is it?" Courtney
asked slowly. She had a pretty good guess. "I tucked it in my vagina," Amy answered. "You'll have
to reach around and dig it out. It's the size of a small button." There was no answer. "Look," Amy
continued. "It's either get the button or stay bound to this pole. Take your pick." "Damn it, my
ass is starting to stick to the pole," Courtney cursed. Amy felt the executive reach around and
tentatively touch Amy's nether lips. The brunette sighed. She tried to remember what the dossier on
Courtney said she looked like. Amy vaguely recalled something about short blonde hair and a sharp
nose, but that could describe any of the female executives at Paragon Industries. Amy had a little
rule, she liked to know the face of the people who touched her sex, but today, she'd make an
exception. "You're going to have to go in there," Amy admonished. Courtney's fingers were pushing
on the outside of Amy's delta, and it was causing the brunette to squirm in her bonds. Her
fingernails were painted red and still looked perfect after a few days of captivity. Amy watched as
the fingers pushed and pulled at the folds of her sex, working up the courage to seek the button
inside. Finally, Courtney slipped her fingers into Amy's sex. Amy gasped as the fingers plunged in
harshly. The bound woman opened her thighs as Courtney searched inside Amy. Her fingers were
brutal, quick and far too fast to find anything, but Amy didn't care. The rough treatment was
causing her flat stomach to quake with desire. "Deeper," Amy urged. "You're almost there." "It's
hard," Courtney complained. Her hand was twisting to reach around and reach up inside Amy. "I
thought I would be soft," Amy moaned as the questing fingers probed her. "You could help," Courtney
accused. "It's too slippery in there. Move around so I can get in there." Amy smiled and complied.
Still bound to the pole, she gyrated her hips, letting Courtney's hand swivel around inside her.
Amy's thighs quivered whenever Courtney's thumb would brush her clit. The pole shook as Amy humped
Courtney's hand, Amy's iron collar jerking with every thrust. All the while, Amy was trying not to
moan and let Courtney know of the pleasure she was giving her. "I think I found it!" Courtney
cried. "Yes!" Amy gasped. "It's right there! Now dig it out!" Courtney dug deeper until she felt
her fingers clenched by the wet folds of Amy's sex. A furious wave of spasms gripped Courtney's
fingers and Amy had to release her loud moan of bliss. The executive was shocked by what she had
caused. "You had a climax!" Courtney accused. "Well, I had to get rid of my headache," Amy smiled.
"Now I'm ready to escape. I'll tell you where it's really located." "Where?" Courtney growled. She
was trying to wipe her hand on the pole. Her fingers were incredibly soaked. "I stashed it up my
ass," Amy said. ~~~ Bethany was on her hands and knees on the lush bed. Behind her, Abiara poured a
lubricant into Bethany's ass, warm oil that caused Bethany's ass to clench reflexively. The busty
blonde lifted her head and saw a mirror, placed there so that Bethany could look into the eyes of
the black Queen. Abiara was smiling for the first time as she rubbed the white woman's ass.
"Prepare yourself," Abiara said as she placed the tip of the phallus on Bethany's ass. "I'm ready,"
Bethany replied. She was amazed at the things one had to do to maintain a lie. Without warning,
Abiara slipped the cold phallus into Bethany. The rubber tip stretched Bethany's anus apart,
forcing the blonde to cry out as she felt her ass expand around the cold rubber. Abiara was
merciless as she sank inch after inch of the strap-on into Bethany's waiting ass. "Ah," Abiara
sighed with contentment as the vibrations began. Bethany's ass was clenching with vigor on the
intrusion, which resulted in very powerful vibrations in Abiara's half. "Damn," Bethany gasped. Her
fingers clenched the bedspread and her knees shook. It felt like the dildo was splitting her but
Bethany couldn't deny how arousing the penetration was. She felt nerves coming alive for the first
time back there and even without foreplay, Bethany's nipples were as hard as stone. When Abiara had
sunk the full length of the dildo inside Bethany, Bethany's arms collapsed. Face first she fell
onto the bed and the sudden movement caused the dildo to shift in her ass. Bethany moaned as the
sensations shook her body while Abiara moaned as the vibrations hit a new high. "Face up," Abiara
said. The tall black woman reached for a handful of Bethany's blonde hair. She pulled Bethany's
hair until the blonde rose back to her hands. The tilt of her head forced Bethany to look at
herself in the opposite mirror. Bethany saw how flushed her face was. The blonde saw her heavy tits
hanging down and her nipples were red with desire. She could clearly see Abiara behind her, her own
massive dark breasts heaving and rising as the vibrations took their toll. "Let's begin," Abiara
said. Her hips rolled like a belly dancer, pulling the dildo halfway out of Bethany's ass in a
maelstrom of sensations. Then her hips snapped back, thrusting the dildo back down Bethany's tight
hole. The snap was sudden and savage, and Bethany found tears forming in her eyes from the
intensity of emotion. Faster and faster, Abiara's hips swiveled and snapped. The back queen pulled
Bethany's long blonde hair like they were reins. With Bethany's head pulled painfully back, she was
compelled to watch Abiara as she fucked her ass. Bethany watched as the sweat formed on Abiara's
ebony skin and her breasts jiggled with each thrust. Abiara's breasts were jiggling almost in
synchronization with Bethany's hanging breasts; twin tits keeping time together. "Tighter," Abiara
commanded and Bethany found herself trying. Even though her ass felt like it was constantly
expanding, even though Bethany's scalp was on fire from the pulling and even though Bethany's ass
beginning to grow warm from the constant slapping of Abiara's thighs, Bethany found herself trying
to clench tighter. She was just trying to appease this masterful woman who was testing her beyond
the limits Bethany knew were possible. "Just a little more," Abiara moaned and Bethany took solace
in the sight of Abiara's heaving breasts. The fucked blonde could feel the residue of the
vibrations her clenching was causing. Bethany could also feel an orgasm swelling within her. The
blonde was in bliss as she felt the orgasm originate from deep, deep, deep inside her. Her whole
body felt like it was contracting around the ruthless plunging of the cock in her ass. Abiara said
nothing as her climax hit. Her mouth merely opened and her eyes clenched as her hips hurried their
pace. Bethany watched as Abiara's white teeth bit at black lips with the contortions of climax.
Bethany's own orgasm soon followed and Bethany arms's gave out a second time. Abiara released her
hair as Bethany bit down on the blankets with her mouth. Her orgasm exploded from her anus like a
dam bursting. All the pain and the tension of the strange intrusion were replaced with the glory of
an unrestrained orgasm. As Abiara withdrew the dildo completely from Bethany's ass, Bethany had a
second orgasm. When her tiny hole was free of being stretched, Bethany found herself already
missing the fulfilling feeling. Bethany's body quaked a third time as the last vestiges of the
orgasm swept over her. The blonde felt a hand on her back, tracing the sweat that had formed. "In
truth, you work for Diligent Enterprises, don't you?" Abiara asked. "Yes," Bethany admitted; too
defeated and exhausted to care. ~~~ "This had better be it!" Courtney yelled as she handed
something small and hard to Amy. The executive then wiped her fingers again on the pole. By God,
she did not want to go back in there. Amy's fingers examined the small object that Courtney had
passed to her. Her nimble fingers found the switch she was looking for, and a tiny laser erupted
from the plastic button. She had to work quickly, the tiny battery had a limited cycle. It also
wasn't easy to cut ropes behind you with a laser that can bisect your finger, but Amy was feeling
much better now. Getting a hand job from a superior executive and then having that executive stick
a finger up your ass was a Hell of a mood elevator for Amy. "Finally," Amy said as the laser
snapped the locks on the iron collar. She stepped around to look at Courtney. The executive was
just as Amy imagined her to be: short blonde hair, sharp nose and a perpetual frown. "Free me!"
Courtney demanded. "I would like to, but my laser ran out," Amy said. "But don't worry, I have a
second weapon. Care to get it out for me?" The cursing Courtney unleashed on Amy made the nude
brunette laugh. "Sheesh, you act like you've never stuck your finger up an employee's ass before,"
Amy replied. She removed one of her earrings and snapped it onto her laser. The secondary battery
kicked in and Amy began cutting Courtney's collar but she stopped. "What are you waiting for?"
Courtney demanded. "I want a raise," Amy smiled. When else was she going to get a chance to
negotiate with a company woman while they were in an iron collar? ~~~ Bethany rolled over to her
side. Her ass was too sensitive to even think of laying on it. Abiara was removing her belt and
cleaning it with a cloth. The blonde agent found it admirable to see such a powerful woman doing
something so humble as cleaning. "When did you know?" Bethany asked. "When did you know I was
lying?" Abiara placed the Girdle on its pillow. "I recognized you from our reports. I wanted to
know who Diligent Enterprises would send if they didn't want to pay. Your lying tactic was smart
and admirable." "What happens now?" Bethany asked. "You have endured the Girdle and proven your
strength," Abiara said. "You are now an Amazon." "I can't join you," Bethany protested. "I admire
your goals, but frankly, I don't think you guys have a chance in Hell of succeeding." "Then you may
leave," Abiara said as she resumed her place at her desk. The lovely black woman opened a ledger
and began to read. "That's it? I can walk out just like that?" Bethany asked. The blonde sat up and
winced as her sore ass reminded her of her experiences. "Of course," Abiara responded. "We're not
men. We have no reason to hold you when you do not desire to join us." Bethany slowly rose and
walked towards the door on unsteady knees. She noticed her clothes were folded beside the door.
Reaching down, she checked to see if her radio was there. She pressed the emergency button and felt
assured to know a retrieval boat was on it's way. As Bethany opened the door, Abiara closed her
book. "Remember Bethany," Abiara said. "You're an Amazon now. You might try to forget it, but we
won't." "Was that a threat?" Bethany demanded. Abiara smiled. "Consider it as a statement of
faith," she answered. Bethany didn't answer. ~~~ The company's boat came for Amy, and Courtney
nearly swam out to greet it. Amy kept an eye out for any guards, but strangely, there didn't seem
to be any signs of pursuit. She was beginning to wonder if these strange women even cared about
their captive. Amy shook her head. It wasn't her concern. She had managed to get a promise out of
Courtney that included a new company car, a week of extra vacation time, and the chance to fire
Johnson in accounting. There was also the matter of purchasing those epees that Amy wanted. What
did she care about the motives of a bunch of women? 

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