Amazon's First Defeat

"I submit, I am yours." I could barely believe the words had passed my lips. In the tradition of my people I had entered into the annual games, where we fight with neighboring tribes for mating rights. This was my third year. Each year prior I had emerged victorious, which meant that my opponents were surrendered to my tribe to be breeders until next year's games. We are amazons, the boys of our tribe given to others in exchange for any of their daughters that hunger for a warrior's life. But that would not be my role, not for this year at least.

Still bewildered, on my knees in the dust of the arena, I looked up at the man who had bested me. He was short, shorter than me by at least two fingers, But he was muscled and strong. His strength I had expected, but it was his speed that surprised me. By some slight of hand he had disarmed me and sent me sprawling in the dust mere moments into our match. Now the tiny man towered over me with my own sword held to my throat. I was beaten. I was his. I am his. How did I let this happen?!

He smiles at my declaration and raises both his blade and mine over his head in triumph. His tribe roars with praise, while mine looks at me with disappointment. I resign myself to what's coming. I've seen it before when others in my tribe have lost. While my opponent celebrates with the crowd, two other men from his tribe and two of my sister amazon's approach me. I stand, mentally bracing for the humiliation to come. The taller of the two men speaks first,

"She is beaten. She is claimed. Do you challenge?" His roughly accented voice is difficult to understand, but we all know the ritual well. The leader of my tribe, my matron, answers. Her melodic voice is tinged with disdain and disappointment,

"We do not challenge. She was fairly beaten. She is yours until next year's games." She then turns to Anya, my sword sister, as commands, "Strip her of her honor." I lock eyes with Anya as she approaches. She gives me a helpless shrug and then grabs my head and spins me around. Now facing the two men, the reality of my situation begins to sink in. The ties behind my neck and back are pulled loose and my top is yanked away. I feel myself flush hot as my large, full breasts are laid bare before the eyes of these strange men. More than them I realize, as the crowd roars its approval. It takes every ounce of self control not to make some futile attempt to cover myself. I am an Amazon and by the gods, I'll meet my fate with dignity. Just then, Anya undoes the ties of my loincloth. My eyes go wide and my lip trembles slightly as I feel the warm sun on my pussy. The cheers grow louder as I am left standing before the entirety of all five tribes in just my bracers and boots. I take a deep breath to steady myself as Anya gently takes my arm and begins to unlace its armor. Exposed as I am, her touch is like fire. As she kneels down before me to remove my boots, she looks up and our eyes meet again.

Looking down past my bare tits to see her looking up at me, my mind flashes on all the times I've looked down at her just like this before grabbing her head and shoving it between my legs. She smirks up at me and I realize, to my horror, that I'm getting turned on! Fuck! I glance up at the men watching me as my boot slides off. The taller man's eyes are glued to my tits as they sway in the sunlight while the other is oddly fixated on my newly bared foot. I try to get a hold of myself. I am an Amazon warrior. I am NOT getting aroused by being stripped in front of these...these men people. I am about to stoically suffer the tribulations I've earned by my weakness and defeat. I am NOT curious what cock feels like or wondering how many men are going to fuck me or if it will be in private or some sort of public ritual. By the gods... I feel a line of nectar run down my inner thigh.

Carrying away my clothes, Anya returns to stand by our matron. The taller man before me speaks to me for the first time, "Will you submit or must you be collared like a beast?" The crowd quiets for the first time since they saw my breasts. I'd seen both in years past. Amazon's who broke the laws of the games and needed the collar were never accepted back as warriors. Most became servants or left and joined one of the other tribes. Our tribe prides itself on our honor and there is nothing more dishonorable than breaking one's word. My opponent walks over, standing the shortest of the three men before me. I struggle to read his expression past the wild hair on his face, anticipation maybe? I swallow the lump in my throat, "T..The victory was well earned. I...I submit according to the laws of the games." The crowd erupts in cheers and broad smiles appear on the faces of all three men. Behind me, I hear my matron proclaim,

"She is to be returned at next year's games, any daughters she bears are to be returned with her." I look back to see her and Anya withdraw from the arena and when I turn back, I find myself thrown over the shoulder of the man who bested me! I can't hold back a shameful yelp of surprise as his huge hand slaps my upturned ass to the delight of the crowd. The next pairing is announced as he carries me away like the prize I am. I feel my arousal spike as I'm literally manhandled out of the arena. What fate awaits me after the games have finished? My pussy knows but my mind rebels even as all the stories I've heard rush through it. Fuck-toy. Broodmare. Village Whore. By the gods, why am I so fucking wet?