Michael opened his eyes and looked around. He had no idea where he was, he had never been in this room before. He tried to get up but suddenly realised: he wasn't able to move his limbs, neither legs nor arms. He was tied up firmly.
Starting to be worried, Michael began to recall what happened yesterday. In the evening he went to the local bar and met two stunning girls. He was on his vacation in Greece and it had been superb holiday so far. Local chicks were gorgeous and flirty, tourists were relaxed and not against of some lusty adventures so he had no issues with finding some company almost every night. So yesterday, as usually, he was drinking a lot, telling his new friends stories of his past and enjoying the glimpses that girls were throwing to his beach body. He definitely was the king of that party.
But what happened then? Why is he tied up? Where is he? He had no answers to those questions as he failed to recall the end of that evening. He felt sick, girls called him a taxi and... blackout. He fainted in the taxi, really? Because of the booze? But it had never happened to him before! And who tied him up? And the most important question: WHAT FOR?!
"What the fuck is going on?" he thought for himself, desperately trying to recall any details of yesterday evening. Suddenly, a door in the corner of the room opened and a group of amazingly beautiful girls entered in. Under their clothes he could easily guess delicious shapes, firm tits and rounded buttocks. It was getting more and more interesting.
The tallest woman took a chair and sat in front of him. The rest of the group were standing quite far in the dark, so he could barely see their faces. A woman started talking:
"Any ideas where are you, Michael?"
"No" he replied, trying to stay calm. "But you will tell me that, won't you?"
"Indeed. You're among modern amazons" she made a pause to give him a chance to understand her words "and you're our prey".
"Prey?! What do you mean? What the fuck is going on?!"
She smiled when she heard the signs of fear in his voice.
"Oh, Michael, you shouldn't worry, we are just going to play with you. A LITTLE. And then we will let you go, providing that you'll be able to walk after our game"
It sounded scary yet intriguing. A game? What kind of a game? He did his best to recall something about amazons but he failed. They were warriors probably, however they should have died out centuries ago. What are they doing here?
"Okaaay" he said "So, what's the game?"
"You are impatient, aren't you?" she smiled again "Alright, as you wish. You and three of my girls will be delivered to an island, completely naked. Their goal is to hunt you, yours - to survive. But don't worry, they will not kill you, only fuck. And you know, they're horny, reeeally horny. So take care of your manhood" she laughed touching his crotch through his jeans "By the way, all four of you will be covered with a special cream which is going to protect you from any physical damage. It will last 24 hours and so it's your ultimate goal - survive on that island for 24 hours. Am I making myself clear, boy?"
Hmm. She has suggested him a day and a night of a good fuck and what else he could wish?
"And you won't kill me?" he decided to clarify that small nuance
"Theoretically it can happen from an orgasm overload but, you know, shit happens. Anyway, if you are able to survive this fuckfight, we will give you 50000$ and let you go. Just be a good boy, don't tell this story to anyone, although I don't believe that someone will trust you"
He needed only a couple of seconds for thinking.
"Deal"
"Okay, you will start tomorrow. Girls, bring him something to eat, we need him strong" with these words she got up and left the room.
After this conversation, the amazon queen went to her chamber to enjoy the show: a rookie initiation. One of the girls was ready to become an amazon but for that she had to defeat her rival in the sexfight. When the queen entered the room, around 50 amazons bowed in respect. She nodded with her head and sat on the improvised throne in the centre. Other amazons sat on the mats, in a shape of a circle. Two girls were standing in the centre: Cassandre, tall red-haired beauty with an astonishing figure was the rookie. Her rival, Molly, was a little bit shorter but more muscular. She had long blonde hair and blue eyes, looking like a fitness model from the front page of a magazine. Both were waiting for the queen's command to start.
The rules were quite simple, you can wrestle but without using any locks and the first one who can make her opponent cum is the winner. The loser will face with a punishment of one hour sybian ride, being controlled with her opponent.
"Ready? Steady? Fight!" the queen said her words and prepared to enjoy the show.
Girls clinched. Rookie seemed to be trained well as she didn't let her opponent gain any advantage. It was good for spectators who were awaiting for a competitive sexfight, not for a one side domination.
Blondie started her assault first. She managed to break the clinch and make her opponent fall on the canvas. Being on top, she started aggressively trib ginger girl, expecting for the fast win. But her rival wasn't ready to give up so quickly, she managed to put her thumb on a blondie's clit making her tremble from every movement.
"Fuck, this is smart" Molly thought getting more and more aroused. She decided to change her strategy and quickly changed her position into 69. She spread Cassandre's wet pussy lips and buried her tongue into her pink shell. In spite of being aroused, she started with some slow movements, her tongue was swirling inside her rival's pussy, sometimes touching Cassandre's swollen clit and then going back. Her risky strategy was to make her opponent crave for cumming by increasing her pace.
Meanwhile, Cassandre was quite aggressive this welcoming pussy above her face. She immediately inserted two fingers inside while her thumb was massaging her opponents clit with fast, repetitive movements.
"AaaAAGh, fuck!" Cassandre made a muffled cry after five minutes of this action. She wasn't cumming but Molly's strategy seemed to be working on her. Spectators, most of whom were already slowly rubbing their pussies, started to do it faster. Even the queen herself put her hand inside her panties.
Girls keep fucking. Molly, encouraged by growing wettness of her rivals pussy, was increasing the speed of her pussyeating, making her rivals legs shake. Cassandre was panting heavily and her two-fingers assault seemed to have no impact on blonde sexfighter.
Molly was completely sure in her victory when suddenly she felt an electric wave of pleasure going through all her body: accidentally or not, Cassandre has found her g-spot. Molly tried to hold her scream, trying not to give her opponent any confirmation of her arousal. But her opponent kept rubbing her softest spot, making Molly yell:
