This is adult material. If you're under the age of consent, leave. If you're afraid reading poorly-written descriptions of sexual behavior might scar your mind, don't blame me. I'm not paying your shrink bills. You're here because you want to be. Do not republish this material without my permission. I Married an Amazon by Enkidu Chapter 1 (MF, light non-consensual) The first thing I noticed about the girl was her beautiful pair of tits. Secondly, I noted that said tits were bare. The male mind takes shortcuts like that. For instance, I then immediately tracked those same perky, gently sloping globes as they began to wobble and heave and dance very distractingly. By the time I realized all this was because she was running at me full-tilt, it was too late to avoid her fist slamming against my temple. I struggled to consciousness against the tide of a throbbing headache, spat out a few grass clippings and tried to raise myself off the ground only to find my wrists and ankles tied solidly together and my arms pinned to my body. Too confused even to try calling for help, I searched hazily around for something resembling my bearings. A passing car's headlights lit the area. I was lying on my side in the tall grass by the road which ran around the undeveloped buffer zone between my housing development and the highway. The grass behind me rustled and I felt myself being pulled up and dragged backwards. One of my sneakers was dragged off as my heels scraped the dirt. I struggled and tried to scream and finally realized my mouth was filled with a thick, leathery band tied around my head. "Sh sh sh" a tense whisper sounded over my shoulder. After a few dozen paces my shoulders once again touched the ground and rustling footsteps departed into the night. I spent a couple of minutes in a woefully unsuccessful escape attempt before they returned. Few cars passed by this old access road and it was quite out of sight of any houses behind its sound-barrier tree cover. A head bent over me in the starlight, female and youthful, grinning tensely. She once again grabbed me, this time hoisting me over her shoulder by my legs, my face treated to the sight of her muscular, sweaty calves straining across the ground at startling speed. Her feet were wrapped in strange, perfectly flat, malleable sandals and a pair of bare, slim hips flared out from the sides of a strange skirt. Well, not the worst way to get mugged, or whatever the hell was happening. Finally, she dropped me sitting against the cement wall of an old bridge over the local creek and sat down beside me, panting her lungs out. She was young. Her barely rounded, firm breasts rose and fell with her strained breathing, covered in sweat. The moon came out, illuminating a cute little nose and pointed chin. A mass of curly hair caressed her shoulders with every spasmodic turn of her head as she seemingly looked for signs of pursuit. To my dismay, none came. It had been a quiet evening and I'd actually been enjoying the empty streets. She turned to me, grinning triumphantly, caressed my cheek. I couldn't believe this teenage girl had just lugged all hundred-sixty-five pounds of me at a run across the field. Then she stood again, and I could almost believe it. She must've been a head taller than my five-ten. She began to feel and slap at the concrete wall of the bridge's supports, mumbling unintelligibly as though trying to drive home the fact that she was a raving lunatic. Then, suddenly, her hand seemed to go right through the material. She gave a little squeal of delight, turned to me, hugged me to her and dove both of us headlong into the wall. I lost consciousness. I came to a couple of times but could not stay awake. My head swam and I could only get dim impressions of lying on thick moss while voices I felt I should understand babbled everywhere about me. Finally, I awoke to predawn birdsong and a chill in the air. A campfire smoldered a few paces away, surrounded by four dozing figures. We were in some kind of forest, and not the little lakeside preserve near my development either but a dark catacomb of thickly gnarled old growth trees. I had no idea anything like this existed near the city. How far could they have taken me so fast? I had the feeling it was still the same night but trying to think through the pounding headache where the topless bimbo had pounded my skull was proving a challenge. Some sort of blanket over me. Still tied but not so tightly and at least the gag had been removed. Maybe with a few twists... "He's up!" "Hm? He is. Sitalit, wake up. He's alive. Wake up, girl!" A supple figure wobbled up from under a blanket snorting and clearing her throat. It was my attacker, still naked from the waist up. Eyeing me intently, she crouched before me and cocked her head quizzically. "You know what I'm saying now? You should understand proper talk now after you've crossed." "Um, yes" I ventured. She smiled, eyes lighting up with relief and excitement. Despite having no idea what was to become of me, I experienced the quickest onset of Stockholm syndrome in history. Then she looked down a bit bashfully. "Sorry I hit you. I don't hit men like that. It's just I lost my net and my darts and I-" "Goddess have mercy on this one" sounded an exasperated voice from the other side of the fire "no-one gives a damn now, girl, and that ain't what he needs to hear anyhow. Tell him he's safe." "You're safe. At least after we get back to the village you will be. Some of the other clans might try to steal you if they find this same crossing and there are hunting beasts around and poisonous snakes and-" "Sitalit, for the love of-" "Yeah, sorry, mother." "At least he won't try to run away now you've scared him half to death" the half-lit forms chuckled. Sitalit shook her head. "No, I wasn't trying to, it isn't so bad here. These are good lands and all the other men like their lives here more than they did their old ones. It's only just at the first you'll miss the other world." "Other world?" I cut in. "From where I captured you, with those terrible angry beasts tearing along the black path with fire in their eyes and those giant white huts." "Other world? This is another world?" I repeated as the ton of bricks hit home. Sitalit twisted her head gravely, sending her curly hair dancing. "No, this is the world. That other where I found you, that was another world." She seemed to think this constituted an explanation. I stared blankly ahead, then around at the decidedly uncivilized forest. It couldn't be. I turned my head to the girl again. She was eyeing me up and down, absentmindedly patting her well-muscled thighs. What I'd taken for a skirt before was now more obviously a loincloth, two small sheets of leather hanging front and back of her waist. She cleared her throat. "You won't try to run, will you? If I take the cords off? You've nowhere to get to anyway. The crossing's closed behind us." She pointed to the hollow of a particularly stately old tree. I shook my head more in disbelief than acquiescence but she decided to believe what she wanted to. The other three suddenly got up and disappeared into the night. Sitalit quickly unfastened the leather bindings around my arms and legs. I made to stand but she pressed a palm against my chest, pushing me gently but firmly to the ground. "First you must do your duty by me." "My duty?" She clarified by reaching down to pull at my jeans' leg, then lifted my t-shirt to caress my stomach a second while clumsily yanking at my waistband, furrowing her brow. "Why are you so heavily wrapped in summertime?" "You want me to take off my pants?" "If you mean to say uncover yourself, yes, sure. I intend to claim my prize before dawn. It's good luck." Her hand wedged between my thighs parting them forcefully as it groped for my privates through the thick fabric. My legs reflexively closed even harder. She countered by leaning in for a quick peck on the lips. Two soft, firm B-cups topped by stiff nipples pressed into my t-shirt. She nuzzled my neck a bit while I lay back, nearly catatonic, expecting the dream to end at any moment. A gray pre-dawn light softened the gloom. "Hmph" the girl finally pulled back with a frustrated expression and hopped off me to grab something by the fire. It was a knife. Suddenly I was several feet away, scrambling backwards along the ground. "Nonono" she raised her hands to reassure me, somewhat unsuccessfully as it meant waving the knife in my face "it's not for hurting you, I won't hurt you. It's for cutting the cloth off if you won't take it off." "I'll take it off!" I exclaimed and my hands flew for the button. Sitalit grinned and flipped the knife casually over her shoulder, planting it flawlessly by the firepit's edge, then crossed her arms beneath her perky boobs to watch me get up and fumble with the zipper before slipping off my remaining shoe and one pant leg at a time. I waited in my t-shirt and white briefs, hoping that'd be it. "Oh, you have a little pouch for your treasures! That, I like. All of it off, though, and fast. Dawn's almost here." The shirt somehow found it way over my head. My heart pounding, I slid my briefs down my legs, revealing my shriveled cock. Despite being face the face with a gorgeous young nymph, the fear of all the night's unknowns and the sheer weirdness of the situation ensured I was in no mood for romance - not that what happened next was specifically all that romantic. Sitalit more or less pounced on me, guided me to the ground and knelt over me, kneading my genitals to no avail. "Come on now..." she bent to slurp my limp prick into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it and bobbing her head eagerly. At some point something in my brain finally concluded that getting blown by a statuesque young goddess inexplicably desperate for my body was incredibly hot no matter what else was going on in the world, and my organ began to cooperate. When she had me half-hard, Sitalit crawled up and shifting her loincloth out of the way without bothering to remove it pushed me into her snatch with one hand while pushing my chest down with the other, pinning me to the ground. Her hand felt powerful enough to crush my chest if she wished, and yet I was even more turned on. This fit, powerful, beautiful creature wanted me, desired me desperately. I could smell her need, feel it in her trembling touch. "Don't just lie there, come on" she murmured breathlessly while grinding her hips against mine and rhythmically contracting her pussy around my shaft. "Move inside me. I need you to come fast. Come for me. Come inside me. Come up me fast. Fast, fast." I dared to reach up and grab her tits. She lowered them to my face, feeding me one of the glorious little orbs with the hard nipple grazing the roof of my mouth. Feeling me begin to thrust up into her she straightened back up and set to driving herself down on me frenetically, eyes closed, one hand pressed against her clitoris between us. Despite her stature she was almost painfully narrow. The sound of hips slapping together continued uninterrupted until, just as the light was gaining an orange tinge and the first rays broke through the trees, she gritted her teeth and moaned, arching her back. If she'd been wonderfully tight before, the spasming of her dripping cunt in orgasm was too much to bear. I let go and felt the thick cream pour out of me and up into the body of this frightening girl who'd beaten me over the head, carried me like a sack of potatoes and finally half-seduced, half-raped me on the mossy floor of this alien forest. The first direct sunlight hitting us through the undergrowth found us yet paired, the weight of her long slender body gone limp on top of me becoming a burden. Nonetheless I still hugged her to me while we caught our breath. A contented murmur caressed my ear: "Oh yes, oh yes, you'll make a fine husband." "!!!"