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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."
"!!!"