Warning: this story contains Mind control, bondage, S/M, bestiality, gang bangs, nc-sex, etc.

 

Nira: African Princess 2 - Intrigue at Amazon Princess Nira's Sex Resort.

 

Written by: The Pumping Pony.

 

Prologue.

 

On the hidden island of Ibitcha. Homeland of the amazon's leaders. A place where men walked only at the permission of women. Mark Johansson walked through the hall of The League of Amazons.

 

They were a group of super powered women. Who drew there strength from the rare Aphrodite gene. Giving them great power and greater beauty. They were scattered all over the world in small tribes, clans and communes. From the group of super model heroines of Scandinavia to the Lotus Clan of Asia, the commune of feminist freedom fighters of South America and the tribe of woman braves in North America.

 

Lately there had been a lot of talk about the African tribe of Erowhan. Strange rumors had started circulating about the tribe. They had all severed their contact with the League. And every time an Amazon was sent to investigate she would soon send a message saying she was leaving the League to join the tribe. Saying she had found a happier way of life.

 

Mark was sure that this was why he had been summoned. But he couldn't figure out why.

 

He had only been serving the League for a few years and never had the chance to do something important.

 

He had always had the greatest respect for the Amazon women and secretly craved their approval.

 

Though they had proven hard to please. He had been working his fingers to the bone doing research for them, he had gotten nothing more than a perfunctory thank you in reply.

 

The Great Hall of The League was in a Greek-Roman style with huge marble statues of Amazon warriors from the past. The oldest of the statues were of a moderate size. Very life like. But the newer they were the bigger they got. The newest and fifty third in line was over thirty feet tall and would depict Aleia the newest leader. With her fists on her hips and one boot on an earth globe cracking under her might.

 

He was walking behind Aleia the supreme matriarch of the Amazon League. The raven haired Amazon was a prime specimen on Amazon kind. Strength, power and authority seemed flow of her like an invisible mantel.

 

She had personally summoned him. Never in his life would he had thought she would acknowledged his existence, much less talk to him.

 

Yet here she was, leading him to some kind of briefing.

 

They entered a small room with some sparse furnishings. A few chairs around a table and a divan in the back.

 

A tall blonde Amazon was laying out stretched on the divan like a cat basking in the sunlight.

 

Aleia gestured for Mark to sit at a chair and sat down herself at the head of the table.

 

Mark sat down, casting a quick glance over his shoulder at the tall blonde luxuriating on the divan.

 

“I'm sure you are wondering why you are here?” Aleia said.

 

“Yes. If I have done something wrong...” he left the sentence hanging.

 

“No. your service to us has been... unremarkable. This is about the Erowhan situation. You have heard about our African sisters?” Aleia said.

 

“Yes, something about a lost tribe.” Mark replied.

 

“We think we know most of what's happening there. An outside force has taken control of the tribe, some kind of brainwashing. Someone has been using the tribe as a cheap source of whores. Prostituting them to gain capital for a bigger enterprise. That is unacceptable.” Aleia said. There was a note of resentment in her voice.

 

“Of course. But what can I do?” Mark said.

 

“All of our Amazon operatives that we've sent there have been lost. Fallen victim to what ever mind control is being used. We now know that a big resort has been built. Catering to rich men who like to dominate and violate our women. We haven't been able to buy a reservation. They were all sold through word of mouth. You have to know the right kind of pervert to be able to get in. But one of the VIP access tickets was raffled off over the internet. We want you to go there. Find out what is going on and, if possible, stop it. You are new enough here that you won't be recognized.”Aleia said.

 

“You want me to go to Africa, to a small tribe were men rape and violate Amazon women for sport. I will do my best.” Mark said. Not sure what else to say.

 

“It's not such a small tribe any more. Something possibly good might have come out of this. The tribe is increasing exponentially in numbers. Without the need for men. From what we can tell from afar the majority of all men using the women are white. Yet most of the new Amazon tribe women remain black and they are maturing at an amazing rate.

 

If we can appropriate the technology. We can breed an army of Amazon women. Without the need of men.” Aleia said. Her eyes glazing over as she envisioned her Amazons taking control of the world.

 

“So when do I leave.” Mark asked. Breaking Aleia out of her revelry.

 

“This is a one shot opportunity for us. Before we can let you go you have to be able to play the part and act like a man who enjoys raping and violating powerful women. That's why Theiudora is here.” She said gesturing to the tall blonde woman who walked over in long slow strides and looked down at Mark with contempt.

 

Without her high heels she would have stood a half foot taller than Mark, thanks mostly to her long legs.

 

She was well muscled, but her curvy feminine shape kept her from looking too butch. Thick golden hair flowed down to her waist.

 

“So you are the one who is going to be 'raping' me for the next week?” Theiudora said putting a lot of scorn in the word, rape.

 

“I'm what?” Mark said in surprise.

 

“Theiudora has been assigned to you. You may use her to get comfortable manhandling women. So I'll just leave you two alone.” Aleia said and walked away.

 

“So, your room or mine?” Mark asked Theiudora after Aleia left.

 

Theiudora walked down the street, heading to her apartment. The little man walking behind her. She had always known that she might have to take one for the team.

 

She was too powerful for any one man to take her by force. Even if they were super powered.

 

But a large group of men gang raping her was possible or some monster. A genetic experiment gone wrong, an alien beast trying to impregnate her with some kind of a hell spawn.

 

But simply being handed over to this man for some group of black jungle whores. It didn't sit right with her.

 

Mark followed the tall blonde home to her place. They walked down narrow winding roads. Until they came to her place. He was amazed how easy and gracefully she could walk in heels that high. The trick seemed to be in swinging her ass and hips in the sexiest way possible. He couldn't believe his luck, soon he would be having his way with this woman.

 

They entered her apartment.

 

“Look, this is what's going to happen. You are going to sit in the corner and be quiet for a while. And then we are going to pretend that you are fucking me.” Theiudora said pointing to a chair.

 

“But that won't help me. This is for your African sisters.” Mark exclaimed in surprise and anger at her nonchalant attitude.

 

“I'm not going to sully myself with the likes of you for a small band of jungle sluts. Who can't defend themselves.” She had more to say, but she was cut short as Mark's open hand connected with her face.

 

She stood there stunned for a moment. Taking in what just happened.

 

Mark couldn't believe what he'd just done but she had angered him so. What surprised him most was the lack of reaction from the blonde Amazon. He had expected a reaction of hell fury.

 

“Who the hell do you think.... (Smack).” She started protesting. But her anger was a hollow facade. Then Mark's open hand hit her on the other cheek and she took a step back.

 

Her heart was raising and her body tingled with strange emotions. It was neither a fight or flight feeling. For the first time in her life she was insecure.

 

Mark could see how she was hesitating and that her nipples was getting erect. He decided to push it.

 

“This is for your own good. Turn around and bend over.” Mark said loud and firm.

 

Theiudora complied and Mark grabbed her and pushed her forward over a table.

 

Holding her down with one hand he unbuckled his pants with the other.

 

His cock felt painfully hard and he started shoving it up her tight ass.

 

“No, wait. Not there!” Theiudora yelped.

 

Mark slapped her ass so hard his own hand stung.

 

“Don't talk unless you are spoken to.” He hissed in her ear and started fucking her ass hard. She could throw him of easy. But she did nothing but stand there and take it.

 

He was in the moment, screwing her fast and hard. Sometimes he would pull her hair back hard, forcing her to arch her back. Sometimes he would push her face down on the table.

 

He lost track of time and how many times he fucked her ass. But finally he let her go.

 

As he stood there catching his breath the tall Amazon woman slumped down on her knees.

 

She wrapped her arms around one of his legs and hugged him tight.

 

“Thank you.” She said. She didn't know why she said it. But it felt right.

 

She wrapped her lips around his cock and started giving her first blow job.

 

“Tomorrow I'm taking you to the stables. There you will learn to suck cock right.” Mark said, stroking her hair. Rewarding her effort.

 

Never taking her mouth of his cock, she looked up at him quizzically.

 

Why the stables? There is only horses there. She thought. But didn't ask.

 

In the Jungles of Erowhan.

 

In the dark jungles of Erowhan. In the heart of Africa, the vision of William Van Braun was taking shape. All under the control of one, Dr. Dexter Smith. Who had usurped his wealth, land, nano technology and sex slaves.

 

Princess Nira sat at the computer, her hands moving with mechanical precision.

 

She was making adjustments to her sisters in servitude.

 

It had been over two years since she and her whole Amazon tribe had been taken over by her former science advisor Dr. Dexter Smith. A small microchip sat at the back of her neck. It was the control hub for a colony of self replicating nanobots. The machines had augmented her mind and body, from a proud Amazon warrior and leader to a proud Amazon sex slave.

 

Her once powerful body had been transformed to the image of a sex-toy. The strength and power was still there. But her huge chocolate dairy pillows made her clumsy in any fight. Even working the computer was difficult. If she sat to close, she would end up mashing the keyboard with her titanic ebony globes.

 

She remembered the day her lord and master Dr. Smith enslaved her as the best day of her life. She paused in her work as the wonderful memory replayed itself in her mind.

 

In the far back of her mind, she could hear a faint angry voice protesting her enslavement. But it was weak and faint.

 

Her village had been transformed as well in the last two years.

 

At the heart of the village was the master's private harem were all the finest specimens of the Amazon tribe served. Next to it was the breeding barn. It was divided in three parts. One part was were Dr. Smith breed his one progenies. The second part was the sex slave factory. Were her master was mass-producing more Amazon women. Fusing the ovum from various Amazon women he would implant them in normal woman from the surrounding tribes. The self replicating nanobots would accelerate the maturation process and imprint there brains with the necessary knowledge, cognitive and reasoning skills. Most involving sex and obedience.

 

In the third part was the “petting zoo”. Were Dr. Smith created the custom design creatures for the new games of the resort.

 

She was working the controls, upgrading the software on the new batch of Amazon sex slaves. They would be the staff on the new hotel where the sex tourists would stay.

 

The village had operated as a small basis as a brothel and exporter of exotic sex slaves.

 

But today the resort would open for real. Men from all over the world who had paid millions to stay there for a few weeks. There was also a winner of an internet raffle. A raffle that had generated more money than any one reservation.

 

A young man who had won an all expense paid one month stay at the resort.

 

And as the would be Amazon princess, she would be hosting the event.

 

On the road to the village.

 

Mark Johansson, the winner of the internet lottery was sitting in the back of a Victorian style horse carriage.

 

It had picked up him at the gates of the village.

 

It reminded him of the carriages he had seen in the parks of New York. Where men would take there dates on a romantic ride through the city. The smooth white lacquered finish and gold trim gave it a look of perfect luxury.

 

What had caught his eye wasn't the carriage but the stunning ebony beauty, naked with her hair in a tight perfect bun on her head sitting in the driver's bench caught his eye briefly and so did the equally hot black servant woman now sitting beside him.

 

What amazed him was, where the horse would have been shackled to the cart stood six black amazon women, all in pony-girl sex slave outfits.

 

They were all naked except a silver belt that held there hands cuffed to there waists.

 

High heeled boots that looked like horse hooves adorned their feet.

 

They pulled the carriage with chrome chains leading from the carriage and attached to inflatable butt plugs, lodged in their big asses.

 

It was slow going but it made for a beautiful sight. As they all six swayed their asses in perfect unison.

 

The road was long giving the servant woman plenty of time to work his cock with her thick powerful lips.

 

Mark had a hand on the back of servant woman's head ready to push her head down deep when he would cum.

 

His finger found a small square object on the back of her head.

 

He could hear the sound of the jungle and the snap of the driver woman's whip. Behind him he could hear the sound of the other carriages transporting the other visitors.

 

He could hear a plop noise from the front and the driving woman gave a curse as she stopped the carriage.

 

At a small incline in the road one of the Amazons pulling the carriage had pulled too hard and the butt plug had come out.

 

“You loose assed bitch. I'm going to whip your ass red for this.” The driver woman shouted and flung her whip in a wide arc, ultimately connecting with the pony slave's ass.

 

Mark watched in fascination as the slave's ass jiggled like a fine mound of chocolate pudding, before the red welt appeared.

 

The whip cracked five more times. Leaving a total of six red lines on the awesome ass.

 

Mark looked around as the driver woman stepped down to reinsert the butt plug into the pony slave.

 

The jungle was dense on the right side. But on his left he could see out over the valley were parts of the old village was preserved.

 

He could see beautiful black amazon women walk around in skimpy leopard bikinis.

 

By a small lake, Mark could see how a young Amazon was getting mounted by a silver-back gorilla. Other women stood by and watched, maybe waiting their own turned.

 

He turned his attention back to the front of the carriage.

 

The pony slave girl was whimpering as the driver girl had finished inserting the butt plug and now was inflating it to more than twice its original size.

 

This forced the pony slave to walk funny and whimper in pain when the journey continued.

 

They arrived at the hotel as the servant girl swallowed her third load of cum.

 

The hotel was a masterpiece of modern architecture.

 

The driver girl dismounted the carriage and walked up to the pony slaves one by one and petted them on the head, as she rubbed their pussies. Rewarding them with a quick orgasm for their efforts.

 

Mark walked up to the pony girl who had received the whipping on the way up and started fondling her huge tits. She sighed and started rubbing her thighs together as the touch made her horny.

 

“How about you come with me up to my room, girl?” Mark asked.

 

“Pony slaves can't talk.” A woman's voice said, coming from behind him.

 

Mark turned around. He hadn't thought he would find a hotter black woman than the ones he already seen. But the woman standing there was stunning. He recognized her as Princess Nira the alleged ruler of the village and owner of the resort.

 

Her face was the same as the pictures he had seen of her. But her body had gone through an amazing transformation. Mostly in her bra.

 

In the pictures she had a nice pair of black bazoonkas. But now she sported a huge pair of chocolate milk bombs.

 

“Can't talk or won't talk?” Mark asked after having ogled Princess Nira's magambos thoroughly.

 

“Can't, our pony slaves have been raised since birth to believe they are some kind of pack animal. But they are still good for sex. I will have all six sent to your room. I'm Princess Nira. Ruler of the tribe and manager of the resort and you must be Mark Johansson the winner of the lottery. Will you join me with the rest of the guests for the tour.” She asked.

 

She snapped her fingers and gave a hand gesture to the driver woman who started leading the six pony slaves in to the hotel.

 

The servant woman who had sucked his cock the whole way to the hotel, followed a few feet behind Mark. Ready to be of service at any moment.

 

Princess Nira walked of through the group gathering customers. The throng of fat balding men pawing her big ass and ebony milk mountains.

 

She walked, swinging her wide hips. Inviting the men's hands on her body as she walked to a podium.

 

“I want to welcome you all to 'Amazon Princess Nira's Sex Resort' were your every sexual fantasy will come true. We have a staff of hundreds of Amazon women eager to serve you in every way and unwilling women can be provided for any rape fantasy you may have. We do ask that you notice the collar coded system we have. As you see all the women have a collar or a wrist band. Red means that they cannot be had. It is unfortunate but necessary. They are usually breeders waiting for a specific partner. We practice a strict breeding program here. To provide you with the finest living fuck toys possible. If you wish to breed a woman a fertile one can be provided. Fortunately red are rare and I'm not one of them. The other is yellow, like I'm wearing. This means you have to ask. They might have a function necessary for the running of the resort or are assigned to a specific visitor.

 

Most of the women here will be wearing green. Which means you can fuck her to your heart's content. You don't even have to ask or even give warning. Just grab the slut and fuck her. If you have any questions simply ask me or one of the staff.” Princes Nira finished talking.

 

“So you wouldn't mind if I wanted to fuck you up the ass?” one of the guests asked.

 

He was a fat pasty skinned man. Who was sweating through she suit in the warm African sun.

 

“I will be making myself available as much as possible to you all.” Nira said giving him a challenging smile.

 

“Well, how about we celebrate the grand opening of this resort by pulling a train on the princess.” Another man said.

 

A murmur of approval was heard and all the men swarmed around the jungle princess like hungry pigs to a feeding trough.

 

The greedy natures of the men were apparent as they shuffled each other around trying to get as much as possible before she ran out. As if these men could wear out a full blooded Amazon woman.

 

The penthouse.

 

A black Amazon woman in a tight fitting bellhop outfit without the bottom part, leaving her big ass and long legs bare. Stood in front by the elevator doors. Mark was helping himself to a generous double handed squeeze of her big brown buns.

 

Behind him were the six pony slave girls, moving around nervously. As if they never been inside an elevator before.

 

The elevator was cramped, but in a very nice way. As the lift moved up, the warm air filled with the scent of horny women.

 

Finally the doors opened and they stepped out into the penthouse suite.

 

Mark realized that he had a whole floor to himself.

 

Half the floor was set in a modernized harem like design. With divans, fluffy piles of pillows, a jacuzzi, big screen TVs and a huge bed.

 

The other side of the room was more like a bondage dungeon with chains leather straps and an assortment of dildoes and whips.

 

The first thing he noticed was another woman sitting in a chair by the bed.

 

Like most women in the resort she was black. Most likely an Amazon by her build.

 

She was wearing a head piece with what looked like a cows horns and ears. A red collar hung around her neck with a gilded cow bell.

 

Her hands were cuffed to a belt around her waist like the pony slaves.

 

She had a pair of colossal round jugs. That looked like they had been over inflated. Tiny drops of milk dripped from her nipples. The white contrasting against her dark skin beautifully.

 

What looked like a chastity belt covered her pussy and gave off a slight humming noise. Most likely a big dildo being held inside her by the chastity belt.

 

“Red collar, does that mean she is off limits?” Mark asked the bellhop woman. Wondering why they would give him a woman he couldn't fuck.

 

“Rosy here if one of our prime milkers, a cow slave. The Amazon breast milk is a very powerful aphrodisiac and virility enhancer. With the added bonus of making the cock grow bigger. Cow slaves are always kept in the very edge of orgasm without letting them cum. In order to maximize it's potency. You may use her mouth or tit fuck her. But if she cums, she will deliver an inferior product.” The bellhop girl explained.

 

“I heard of the stuff. Looking forward to trying it. What's your name?” Mark asked the bellhop girl as he drew a finger under the cow slaves right breast. Causing her to moan loud from the touch as he caught some of her milk on his finger. He tasted it, it was creamy and sweet and made his cock stiffen.

 

“Sixty-nine sir. But you can call me what ever you want.” Sixty-nine said.

 

“I wish to breed the pony slaves. Get them knocked up. Can it be arranged?” Mark said.

 

“Yes sir. I will discontinue there birth control immediately. All Six?” Sixty-nine said.

 

“Yes, and yourself as well. And don't call me sir. Call me master.” Mark said.

 

“YES, Master. It will take twenty-four hours for it to wear off. I'll get on the phone to management immediately.” Sixty-nine said. Almost skipping with joy as she headed of to the nearest telephone.

 

Mark grabbed one of the breasts of the cow slave and drank deeply. He drank of her milk until his need to fuck was too much to bear.

 

He pushed the nearest pony slave onto the bed. Her long legs spread wide giving a perfect view of her willing cunt.

 

He plunged his cock in to her hot dark hole. He could swear his cock already gotten bigger as he started pounding her eager cunt.

 

A red mist descended over his eyes. He fucked until he couldn't fuck any more. Then he drank more from the cow slave's milk. Then he grabbed another slave woman and fucked her.

 

He let himself loose control, giving in to every impulse every desire. Making up for years of being subservient to these Amazon women. Now it was his turn.

 

On the steps of the hotel entrance.

 

Princess Nira was lying on the ground, her legs spread wide. A small fat man was fucking her as hard as he could. She wasn't sure if he wasn't trying to drown himself between her huge black tits. He lifted his red face up from the vast depths of her cleavage.

 

His breathing was so hard and laboured she thought he might have a heart-attack. Almost all of the guests had taken at least one turn on her. She loved the way they had swarmed over her. Like she was a prize breeding sow and they were a group of horny piggies trying to get the most of her.

 

She had pretended to be more exhausted then she was, to save their pride. She had enjoyed herself immensely. Her nanobot altered body would have her orgasm if a light breeze blew over her clitoris.

 

The fat little man came with a wheezing grown. Then he rolled of and passed out.

 

Nira got up and headed of to the control center. There was something about one of the guests that was nagging at the back of her mind. It was the lottery winner, something about him reminded her about her glorious master. It was from the days before her nanobot enlightenment. In the dark days, when she suffered from the delusions of equality and even superiority to men.

 

At her office she started going over some old papers. They were files of applicants for the science advisor position. The position had gone to her now god and master Dexter Smith.

 

She found the file she was looking for. Surprised that it hadn't gotten lost when they had moved every thing from the little tent and mud hut's that used to hold these things before master ordered the changes.

 

The picture was an old black and white photocopy. But the similarity was striking.

 

She had never met the man. But she had forwarded his resume to the League of Amazon bitches, who wanted to ruin her new found paradise of subservience to the master.

 

The League of bitches had sent a number of agents to spy on them. They had all succumb to the glory of the master and was now serving him eagerly.

 

She decided she needed confirmation before she interrupted her master in his daily slave breeding.

 

The last whore sent by the League of bitches might recognize him. She would be loyal now and could be trusted.

 

Princess Nira decided to ask her before disturbing her master. She walked to the petting zoo.

 

The petting zoo was where the resort produced it's more exotic members. Human animal hybrids was a part of some of the entertainment that was offered.

 

The master insisted that there would be no artificial insemination used in the making of the hybrids.

 

As a result, the petting zoo smelled and sounded of fucking. Not love, not even sex, but raw animal fucking.

 

And the kind of brutal, salty musk that hung in the air like the smell of cheep cooking grease on a hot day. A smell that made a woman wrinkle her nose in disgust and get horny at the same time.

 

An erratic choir of every kind of animal noise reverberated in the building, with a sub harmony of women moaning.

 

She walked down the H aisle. H standing for horses, every stall containing one woman strapped on to a fake mare and between five to fifteen stallions taking turns breeding the woman. Most of the women were black Amazon's from her tribe. But a few were outsiders.

 

She stopped at stall number thirty-one. Inside was an Amazon known to the world under the super-heroine name Thunder Bunny. Her given name was Kensi Ruah, a doe eyed Amazon with hazel brown hair. She had been the last woman to be sent here by the League.

 

She had been chosen because she could pass for a non-Amazon. Having more the body of a supermodel than an over sexed porn star.

 

A stallion with a fine brown coat was screwing her hard. Eight others was standing around the stall waiting their turn on the woman. The horses were all well kept. With a glossy coat and fine mane.

 

Which was in a stark contrast to the woman they were gang-banging for all her worth.

 

They didn't waste time on washing and cleaning. They ate and slept when they had to. The rest of the time they spent getting their greedy cunts filled with animal cum.

 

“Kensi Ruah?” Princes Nira asked.

 

The woman raised a hand weakly and brushed aside her greasy hair, as she lifted her tired head. With a dazed far away look she turned her head in the general direction of Princess Nira.

 

“Have the horses made me pregnant yet? I really want to make a horse baby for master.” Ruah said.

 

“That's not why I'm here. Did you ever meet a Mark Johansson, before you came here?” Nira asked holding up the black and white picture, so the filthy woman could see.

 

Her eyes rolled back as she and the horse came together. Her body trembled, racked in orgasm until the next horse mounted her.

 

By the time she regained her senses the new horse was slamming in to her so hard it was hard for her to see the image.

 

“I don't remember, Maybe. I'm not sure.” Ruah said.

 

“The master needs you to remember.” Nira prompted.

 

A light flickered on in the woman's eyes and a surge of energy seemed to push back her exhaustion.

 

“The master? Yes, his name is Mitch or Mark, I think.” Ruah said.

 

“When the horse is finished, you will come with me.” Nira said and stepped in to the stall.

 

“As you command.” She said and let the horse keep humping her.

 

“Don't just lay there and take it. Hump back, work that cock. Make him cum!” Nira said. Picking up a riding-crop and slapping Ruah's ass hard. Ruah responded quickly to the stallion's delight.

 

The stallion gave Ruah the roughest screwing he had given her in the last month. Making her cum repeatedly for almost an hour.

 

Nira had to swat the woman's ass constantly in order to keep her going and when it was finally over, she had to hit her even harder to get her to stand up on shaky legs and walk out.

 

Ruah had spent so much time bent over, passively taking it from one beast or another. She almost forgotten how to use her legs.

 

They proceeded to a security office were Kensi Ruah could see the recent footage of the suspected lottery winner.

 

She had only seen the man once before. She only remembered him because he had dropped something, as he had walked into a pillar in the hall of the League when he had been distracted by two Amazon women kissing in public.

 

But it left no doubt he was sent by the League.

 

The Masters Harem.

 

Princess Nira and Kensi Ruah entered the master harem chamber with a tingling sense of awe. They had walked through the waiting area where the finest Amazon sex slaves breed or captured lived in waiting of serving their master.

 

Entering the main fucking room. They found their god and master Dexter Smith with eight women.

 

He had one on her hands and knees, fucking her up the ass. The young woman was a teenage clone of Princess Nira. The black teen had slimmer body with smother chocolate skin and bigger tits than Nira.

 

Most women made at the breeding barn would serve at the harem. But a woman who served here too long might end up ruined for all other men and beasts. Such was the master's glory, and so devastating was the master's cock and sex-drive.

 

Daily use of the potent Amazon breast milk had made the master in to a magnificent fucking machine.

 

His huge cock made the woman's hips visibly flex as his huge member penetrated the young woman's ass.

 

“You may speak.” Smith said as he fucked the woman with slow yet powerful thrusts.

 

“The League of bitches has sent another agent, Master. A man this time.” Princess Nira said. She looked a the younger clone of herself with a mix of pride and jealousy.

 

“Are you sure?” Smith asked.

 

“Yes, slave Ruah confirmed it.” Nira said gesturing to the naked filthy woman.

 

Ruah opened her mouth to confirm what Nira had said. But the presence of the master left her speechless.

 

“Implement operation 'Piggy Bank' ahead of scheduled. Chip all the men. Then bring him to me. Be discreet. Go now. Get it done.” Smith commanded.

 

“Yes master. During the games tomorrow they will all be chipped.” Nira said and left.

 

“Slave Ruah. You have served me well. As you're reward you may stay here and lick my cum off the women I fuck.” Smith said to Ruah.

 

She gasped open mouthed, not believing her fortune.

 

“Thank you master!” she said falling to her knees.

 

Next morning.

 

Mark Johansson awoke in bed. The feeling reminded him of the morning after a college party minus the hangover.

 

Two beautiful black women lay spooning asleep against his right arm. They were wearing the tattered remains of French maid's outfits. They had shown up with a cleaning cart and got caught in Mark's sex whirlwind.

 

On his left arm lay Rosy the cow slave, sleeping. Her vibrating chastity belt lay tossed on the floor.

 

He remembered tearing it off in his sex frenzy. She was a red collar. He wasn't supposed to have sex with her. She hadn't complained in the least. Not that it would have mattered.

 

He slipped his arms free and got out of bed. Not waking the sleeping women.

 

The six pony slaves stood bent over the back of the couch in front of the TV, sleeping.

 

Mark felt his cock stiffen at the sight of the six big black asses up in the air. Stroking his cock, he realized that Rosy's milk really had made his cock grow.

 

It was as thick as his arm and almost as long.

 

He walked up to the pony slave with the biggest ass and pushed his cock in her pussy. She gave a light squeak then arched her back. Inviting him.

 

Her hot and wet pussy felt tight around his bigger cock.

 

Grabbing her hair to pull her close, Mark found something small and square on the back of her neck.

 

The new sensation of tightness made him cum faster and hard.

 

He thought about asking the pony slave about the little chip on her neck. Then he remembered that she couldn't talk.

 

He managed to peel it off. Breaking it in half a small drop of what looked like mercury spilled out. As it hit the floor it became a light metallic dust that evaporated.

 

Nanobots. It a compact nanobot factory and control hub. Mark thought.

 

The last nano hub Mark had seen that could do what this one does was the size of a car.

 

He was thinking about what to do. He was supposed to report this to the League. But he didn't want to. He was having fun.

 

A knock at the door made him stop in his revelry.

 

Princess Nira entered the room, in all her curvy glory.

 

“Master Johansson or may I call you Mark?” Princess Nira asked.

 

“Why don't you call me Master. What brings you here. Princess?” Mark said.

 

“We are about to open the games and I thought you would be interested in a game of Amazon golf.” Nira suggested.

 

“Amazon golf?“ Mark asked with one raised eyebrow.

 

“Six untamed Amazon women and you get to play all eighteen holes. In a brand new way. Come with me and I'll show you how.” Nira said giving him a mischievous smile.

 

Let the games begin.

 

Mark looked out over a large section of jungle from a high tower. The deck was like a balcony on a fancy hotel. A small bar in the back, tables, chairs a group of naked women ready to cater to his every whim.

 

The jungle was surrounded by a high wall with an electric fence on top. Six cages could be seen, holding six untamed Amazon women. Trying their best to escape the cages.

 

There was a mix of animals wandering free in the enclosed bit of jungle. Horses, bulls, zebras, rhinos and gorillas.

 

Some appeared to some kind of hybrids. Part human. All seemed kind of passive, like they were waiting for something.

 

Many of the other guests of the resort were here as well.

 

Princess Nira was holding up what looked like a virtual reality helmet. Everyone had a similar one handed to them.

 

“The women down there are untamed Amazons. In bad need of a good raping. These helmets will let you form a neuro link to the beast below. Letting you use them as your avatars. You can move it's body like it was your own. You will feel everything they feel. Giving you the ability to rape these powerful women from a safe distance. When your avatar is spent you can switch to another. Giving you the pleasures of sex without the exhaustion of having done anything. Gentlemen plug in and start raping.” Princess Nira said. She pushed a button and the cages opened and the Amazon women ran for the trees.

 

Mark was about to put on his helmet when he noticed a small black square on the neck strap on the helmet.

 

He scratched it off easily and slipped in to his pocket. He had a bad feeling about it, but he still wanted to try the games. Someone was trying to control the men here. It was easy to figure out why they all stank of money.

 

The thought of slipping in to the body of some huge beast and ravaging a bunch of Amazon women sounded too good and if he tried to escape they could easily catch him.

 

Slipping the helmet on, he found himself in a rough 3d environment of the jungle were the various beasts were displayed.

 

He found a huge horse man and selected him.

 

Looking down Mark found a pair of big rough hands that weren't his. A pair of hooves were his feet would have been and a monster of a cock between his legs.

 

In the distance his keen eyes spotted a Latina women with the fit and curvy forms of an Amazon.

 

The sight of her bare milk chocolate skin made his two and a half feet of monster cock rock hard.

 

He started to move after her. Powerful legs propelled him forth with amazing speed.

 

She tried to out run him and failed. He threw his arms around her waist and they came crashing to the ground.

 

She twisted around in his grip fighting him. Mark could see her face, there was no fear there. They were burning with angry defiance. He towered over her finding his way between her legs.

 

She landed powerful punches in his chest over and over. But he ignored them. He pushed his huge horse cock against her cunt. It was different from his human cock, much thicker and more flat at the end. Her tight hole was wet and slippery but nature hadn't intended for the cock trying to enter her and it was a weary tight fit.

 

Brute force made up for the lack of a natural fit and Mark penetrated her full length.

 

She made a noise like she been gut punched and her violent battering of his chest stopped and the fire angry defiance was replaced with a frightful hesitance.

 

Working his powerful hips, Mark thrust deep in to the Amazon's body.

 

At first she twisted in agony of the huge invader of her body.

 

Then her hips started thrusting back. When she realized what she was doing she stopped herself. Not wanting to give in to the inevitable orgasm. She bit her lower lip in concentration, but every time her mind wondered, her hips started thrusting back.

 

They came together, she breathing hard. Surprise and amazement on her face, as Mark pumped gallons of cum in her wet hole.

 

He picked her up flipped her over and set her down on her hands and knees.

 

Realizing she was about to be taken up the ass, she started to panic. Trying to twist out of his grip. She was fighting and kicking against him.

 

Nature having even less intended to have a huge horse cock make it's way up the woman's ass, provided an even harder fit.

 

Mark found the solution brilliantly simple and applied even more brute force.

 

She screamed loudly as Mark went balls deep in her ass.

 

A big bull-man approached them. Stroking a massive hard on.

 

“You mind if I fuck her face while you fuck her ass.” the bull-man asked. The words sounding forced coming from a non human throat.

 

“Let's see if we can meet in the middle. Give her a good spit-roasting.” Mark said.

 

Mark and the bull-man pounded her hard from both ends timing there thrusts so they slammed into her at the same time.

 

When his avatar horse-man was spent he disconnected from it and let it roam free. Entering another avatar, a rhino-man this time. He set out again on the hunt for Amazon pussy.

 

To his luck he found another unspoiled woman. At first he thought it was another Latin woman. With her light brown skin and fine curves, but on closer inspection he saw that she was Asian.

 

His new found body had a cock more than twice as thick but didn't have the speed that the last one had.

 

But the jungle brush was thick and his feet soft. By the time she noticed him sneaking up on her, his big shadow was looming over her and she was caught.

 

Again he was met by a furious defiance like the first one.

 

Remembering the amazing change in the Latin Amazon as her resistance broke.

 

He took his time with her. Using what he had learned from his time with the tall blonde Theiudora and the Latin Amazon he proceeded to break her in and tame her.

 

Mark was savoring every stage of the act. As she transited from upright hostility, the shock of his strength, to resisting her own willingness, to the final surrender.

 

Soon she was urging him on, working the stiffness back in his cock when it went soft.

 

She was completely lost in the exploration of her inner slut, who had finally emerged from the dark corner of her being.

 

A change of plan.

 

Dexter Smith was overseeing Operation Piggy Bank. Usually he would delegate responsibility to his slaves. To the few Amazon women he had allowed to gain some technical skills.

 

But operation Piggy Bank was going off too early. The idea was to have some of the richest men in the world begin donating a percentage of there earnings every month to a number of 'charities' associated with the resort.

 

A charitable attitude induced by some well placed nanobots. It wouldn't be a complete rewriting of there personalities like he did with the women. Only with one small adjustment.

 

It was going well. The new nano-control hubs were coming on line one by one. As the men were hooking in to the data net.

 

All but one. Mark Johansson, the Leagues' agent's hub was passive.

 

He brought up a security camera feed of the man. He was sitting in the chair with the helmet on.

 

Smith switched feed looking for his avatar and found a huge horse-man giving it to a sexy Latin Amazon.

 

A few hours later he watched as he got his hands on an Asian. He was impressed by the way he handled the woman.

 

The other men were just running around plugging every hole they could find. Mark on the other hand was taking his time. He was enjoying what he was doing on a deeper level then the others.

 

That's when he realized that he didn't need any nanobots to deal with this man. Smith thought he may have found a like minded man. Someone who had just found the joy of dominating the Amazon women. A potential partner in crime.

 

He picked up the phone and called the game deck. Asking to talk to Nira.

 

“Princess, don't bother chipping the agent. Just invite him to me and I'm going to give him an offer he can't refuse.” Smith said with a sinister smile on his lips.

 

Back on the island.

 

Theiudora was in the island's stables on her knees. A stallion's huge cock in her mouth.

 

Her hand was pumping the shaft in anger. It had been over a month since her master Mark left. He had ordered her to take every meal in here from the horses' cocks and that's what she had done. Three meals a day she had taken there and she never had to go hungry. The horses were many and well hung.

 

Lately she had started to wonder why she obeyed him. What right did he have to make her humiliate herself like this.

 

She had heard that he would be coming back with a group of Amazon sisters he had liberated from Erohwan and some technology to help the sisterhood.

 

But before he would say anything to the counsel she would give him an ear full. She would vent her anger on him.

 

Sweat dripped from her naked body as she furiously pumped and sucked the huge cock in her mouth.

 

The horse was dancing in place, thrusting his hips in excitement. She closed her lips tighter around his cock in anticipation of her breakfast about to be pumped in her mouth.

 

She caught every drop expertly and swallowed as the thick cum exploded in her mouth in five powerful blasts.

 

In the distance she could hear the city bell ringing. A boat was docking.

 

She half ran to the dock. She didn't bother cleaning herself, everybody knew what she was doing in the stables and there was no point in hiding it any more.

 

Her sweaty cum smeared body drew glances and odd looks as she hurried through the city.

 

She rounded a corner and ran face first in to a pair of the biggest tits she had ever seen. The huge ebony mounds sent her landing on her back.

 

She got up fast about to shout at the woman, when she saw Mark Johansson standing in an escort of thirty extremely well equipped black women.

 

“Master.” Was all she could say. As all her anger evaporated at the sight of her master. She went weak at the knees and she wanted to hold him close.

 

“Theiudora, have you done as I instructed with the horses?” Mark asked.

 

He saw the deference in her eyes and was a bit surprised that she hadn't come to her senses yet.

 

“Yes, Master, every day. As you instructed. Do you want me to display my new cock sucking skills?” Theiudora asked while butterflies danced in her stomach.

 

“Later my dear. First we are going to introduce the council and especially that fine piece of ass Aleia to a little black chip that might improve her attitude. You can help me hold her down.” Mark said and headed off with confident steps.

 

Epilogue.

 

Mark was sitting in a large pool on a balcony looking out over the island of Ibitcha. All around was naked and oiled up Amazons. A lot of them were following his every move with their eyes. Looking for any hint of what he might want so they could serve him. Others were wrapped in one another's arms. Kissing hard or licking each others bodies. They had started their lesbian play to arouse their master. But it was quickly turning into an act of uncontrolled passion.

 

Theiudora was sitting behind him giving his shoulders a massage. While she had been chipped to it was only to adjust her body as her mind remained firmly loyal to her master.

 

Aleia the supreme matriarch of the Amazon League was riding his cock slowly her eyes fixed on him. Desperately searching for any sign of approval. Her eagerness to please burning in her eyes.

 

Her new huge tits making waves as they rose and sank as she rode his cock.

 

On a large flat screen monitor came a video call. Mark made a gesture and one of his slaves clicked accept.

 

Dexter Smith came on the screen. He was sitting in his harem surrounded by his own Amazon slaves.

 

“How are things on your island shaping up?” Smith asked.

 

“Good, all the Amazons on the island are under my control. The breeding factory is in full swing. I'm using Aleia here as the main staple on the first batch of new slaves.” Mark said.

 

“I'm jealous, she is a fine specimen of an Amazon slut.” Smith said.

 

“Don't be. I'm sending you a dozen clones. How did things go with the Asian delegation?” Mark asked.

 

“Better than expected. The lotus clan of Asia has been tamed. I'm sending you half, per our agreement. I left about fifty unmodified. I thought you might want to tame them the old fashion way.” Smith said with a wicked smile.

 

“There is something to spanking and fucking an Amazon into submission that you don't get with the nanobots. Speaking of which, a delegation from the group of super model heroines from Scandinavia are coming tomorrow. We should be balls deep in some fine blonde pussy soon. I'll send you half.” Mark said.

 

“Excellent. Are you in the mood for some American or Latin ass after that?” Smith asked.

 

“You know I always wanted to see Carnivale in Rio...” Mark said. The images of hot Latin ass shaking in skimpy and brightly collard Carnivale outfits formed in his mind.

 

 

 

The end.

 

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