Casanova and the Amazon Queen Part 2

CASANOVA AND THE AMAZON QUEEN PART II

Casanova’s introduction to the court of the Amazon Queen was a shock to his nervous system. His body was used roughly by both the Queen and several of her entourage to quench their need for impalement by male flesh. In all honesty, Casanova was quite happy with the turn of events and offered thanks that his juices were running strong enough to satisfy all concerned.

Although he was accustomed to using and discarding his conquests with scarce a thought about their post-coital feelings, Casanova felt somewhat slighted by the lack of appreciation for his skillful delivery of copious loads of creamy cum when called for. It was a unique situation for the high-spirited Italian nobleman and one which he was not entirely certain was of his liking.

One thing was certain in his mind and that was the Queen’s ass was as tight as a virgin and she did not seem to be as well experienced in erotic perversions as some of her devoted followers. He surmised she had been concentrating on Sapphic pleasures and generally abstained from natural copulation practices with male partners.

His companion, Antonio, was overwhelmed with the attention she received from the Amazon women. They seemed stimulated by the scent and taste of new pussy and kept her busy both night and day. He observed her couplings more than a few times since their capture and was much amused by her enjoyment of the depraved use of her beautiful teenaged body by the sex-crazed females.

It was his skill with a blade that insured the Amazon tribe kept both he and Antonio as their long-term “guests.”

A hunting party of northern slave traders ventured to secure a couple of the younger Amazonian females for their auction blocks on a night when most of the tribe was busy gathering needed supplies at the distant riverfront market. They had already tied two almost naked females to carrier poles for transport to the northern city of sinful excesses when the camp guards discovered them. The four interlopers outnumbered the two camp guards and quickly overpowered them until Casanova seized a blade from the wall easily disarming the evil men and put them to disorderly flight.

The two guards were so grateful that they fell to their knees and sucked the Italian prince’s cock until he was forced to spray them both with creamy cum all over their suntanned faces. The two young girls released from a certain lifetime of slavery and loss of dignity insisted that he take his reward by relieving them of their virginity and the burden of innocent.

Antonio watched him taking each of the pretty girls’ cherries right on the ground in the main hall of the central court. He was surprised that she was a bit agitated at his mounting each girl in turn and pounding them relentlessly until they fell into convulsive orgasms and disjointed speech when his flood of cum hit their cervixes. He could see she was playing in her own female garden when he spread the girl’s cheeks for deep rear impalement.

After he had attended to the two girls, he enjoyed watching them suck his creamy gifts from each other’s pussies. They were giggling and happy to be still safe and sound in the Amazon village.

Antonio approached him and tearfully asked,

“Master, are you no longer enamored with my tight little pussy or my soft pucker hole?”

Casanova laughed and flipped up Antonio’s short dress. He mounted her dusky buttocks and slipped his pre-cum dripping cock right up into her pretty ass. Antonio gasped out her pleasure and fell forward onto her elbows and knees. Casanova rode her in full view of the other women who all enjoyed the tableau of the pretty girl being sodomized from the rear.

Antonio was moaning out fairly loud with the pounding of her posterior and the two guards and the two teenaged girls began to copulate pussy to pussy with much enthusiasm. The four of them were a jumble of arms and legs for half the night as they found new and unique combinations of copulation.

They were all sleeping soundly the next morning when the eunuch contingent arrived for morning chores. The chattering of the silly fellows roused Casanova from a wonderful dream of his ascendency to the highest position in the church and having his pick of the prettiest nuns in the Vatican convents.

No mention was made of the interlopers because of the circumstances surrounding the evening’s activities.

The queen of the Amazons knew that the presence of Casanova was an irritant to the smooth running of her one gender society. His cock alone was trouble with a capitol T.

In an effort to diffuse his masculinity, she used her ass-busting dildo to mount and ride the Italian prince whilst milking his long hard cock with her well-practiced fingers. Most of the males she had tamed thusly were turned into docile and submissive bitches for her more masculine inclined warriors who never tired of riding the transformed males until they begged for respite.

Casanova was not typical at all. He always bounced back and could be found screwing one of her followers scant hours after his breaking sessions. She even found his charm overwhelming and had spread her legs for him on more than one occasion since his capture.

The Queen of the Amazons felt that the handsome prince could be of use to her to lure some of the virginal daughters of the cultured elite in their Babylonian estates along the river known as “The Mother of All Life.” His charm would be sufficient to induce some of the younger and less worldly of the pretty young things relaxing in luxury under sheltering palms to see what the handsome stranger wanted to show them in privacy outside the security of their thick garden walls.

His sweet talking tongue and winning smile made most females melt all their suspicion away and shiver expectantly with fast dampening pussies.

On the trail to the river, Casanova often used Antonio’s hindquarters to relieve the pressure of his copious seeds needing release from the confines of his low hung sacs. The Amazon Queen looked on the bent-over tableaus with much disgust and some degree of well-concealed envy.

Their hunting party was complete with only the Queen, Casanova and his man/girl servant Antonio, and four of the strongest and most agile warriors in the outcast band. The Queen told Casanova they needed to “free” four fresh and virginal females from the ruling class estates.

She wanted attractive recruits but they must also be cultured and intelligent. She emphasized that those two attributes made for superior Amazon tribe members and were essential to their makeup. She had apparently done much research to determine that culture and intelligence were sure indicators of passion and sensuousness of spirit making them the preferred coupling partners for either males or females.

From the safety of a secluded rise allowing them to see all activity inside a fortified compound on the scenic riverbank, the little band observed several young females in spirited play wearing the scantiest of costumes in the absence of any male viewers. One young girl caught the Queen’s attention immediately. She was pale of skin and light of hair surrounded by darker-toned females with hair coloring the shade of a moonless night. When bathing, the hairs curled in pretty presentation on her perfectly shaped pussy were translucent in their flesh-toned invisibility.

One of the servant girls was attending with great delight to the bleaching of her brown eye with some unknown chemicals that removed any hint of shadow or darkness. The naughty girl slipped her greedy finger inside the young girl’s pulsating pucker hole periodically just to test the tightness and the warmth of the private channel. The creature with the exquisite face and faultless flanks just closed her eyes and pushed her bottom up for the pleasing exploration of her inner core.

Casanova was certain after just a few moments of observation that the female was most certainly a virgin and had not the slightest clue about the dangers of determined penis pursuit of her pretty pussy. Most likely, her father had already contracted marriage to some rich and seriously fat merchant who would contribute vast sums to the family assets. Casanova was absolved of guilt by the thought he was merely releasing the beautiful girl from a lifetime of bound sexual slavery and repressive lack of freedom.

In the topsy-turvy world of fundamentalism, the girl was already trained to expect periodic beatings just to remind her of her non-entity in a male-dominated society. It was just the way of things and she would never think to rebel against her proper place and behavior as a mere female.

Casanova under the Queen’s instructions strode openly to the compound gate.

“Spare a small drink of water for a tired pilgrim?”

Two of the females ran to the latticed gate and giggled when they saw the handsome Casanova. They ran back to tell the others that a “nice man” was just outside. Even the curiosity of the pampered female was piqued and she deigned to crane her neck for a better view.

Knowing his job was half done, the tall Casanova stretched to relax his muscles and caused his semi-erection to bulge his trousers with an unmistakable outline of a huge cock waiting to be loosed on female private parts with serious intent.

She nodded to the servant girl to open the gate for the stranger and motioned another to furnish a generous ladle of cool water from the compound well.

Casanova reclined on the long bench under the girl’s heart-shaped posterior and made certain she had a full, close-up look at his coiled fire-hose.

The girl, whose name was Lucinda, instructed her personal handmaiden, “Take out the stranger’s cock and give him the sweet cool touch of your tongue.”

Casanova knew it was a ploy for her to get a good look at the length and the circumference of his cock to see if it might fit her pussy like a glove.

He enjoyed the spirited sucking of the heavy-titted servant girl, but was even more enamored by the raw desire in the eyes of the virginal heiress. He wanted to shove his cock up her ass as hard as possible so he could see the emotion he would ignite in her sensual eyes.

Soon, Casanova was nibbling and licking the young girl’s ear and listened as she told him lies about her sexual escapades. She told him she was only recently 18 years of age and would probably soon be married to her betrothed husband in another state.

Casanova leaned over and whispered in her virgin ear, “If we go just outside the wall, I will let my cock rub between her ladyship’s lovely legs and give her a taste of feeling something big resting nicely on her pussy.”

As soon as they went outside, the Amazon warriors quickly bound her up and hustled her to the return trail back to the hidden village. The same process was repeated with small variances at three other villas and soon they had the four new recruits jogging to keep up with the fit and trim Amazon warriors.

Casanova trotted right behind Lucinda close enough to her bobbing bottom to almost taste her pucker hole. He envisioned his rampant cock stuck deep inside her fundament and took advantage of a short break in the shade to rub it up and down her crack in a pre-view of her hanging on the tip and asking for him to stick it in deeper.

The Queen bedded each of the girls in turn in front of all the others. They looked on in mute envy as she dug her huge strap-on dildo deep inside each girl’s tender ass. Despite their upper class upbringing, all of the girls were sufficiently submissive and respectful of the Queen’s dominance wailing out their pleasure at her impalement.

It looked like the four new recruits would fit into the Amazonian society with little or no difficulty.