Apocalypse Slaves Pt. 17
By: AlexClayton/DieselJester
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Author's Notes: Prior to Disciples 01 and AS 16, I'd only alluded to The Amazons. I wound up writing Disciples and AS 16 & 17 concurrently as I wanted to explore more of the lore of this tribe of warrior women the more I came up with them. So this is the end result and I think that I might come back to them at some later date. I hope that you enjoy!
Model Inspirations:
Elayne - Knight Elayne pictures by Hibbli3D
Mary - Aponia from Honkai Impact
TRIGGER WARNING: Religion. If you've had bad experiences with religion or if you don't like me ragging on Christianity, you might want to skip this story.
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CHAPTER 1: Leaving the Tribe
It was Elayne's 20th birthday and she was on the verge of becoming a woman of the tribe. Her heart beat with bated anticipation as the matrons of the tribe slowly and reverently removed her tribal leathers in full view of all of the assembled women. It was a sacred ritual that all of the nomadic gangs of Amazons have done since the days of the Flare. Elayne stared deep into the roaring bonfire in the center of camp while they took off her halter top, her fur skirt, and had her step out of her boots one at a time.
Once she was completely naked, the two matrons took her by each of her hands to lead her forward to where a bed of furs by the fire was waiting for her. She laid down and spread her arms and legs wide, looking up into the night sky and waiting for what was to come. With the matrons kneeling one either side of her, pinning her wrists and ankles down, the rest of the women lined up at her feet. The gesture was more symbolic than actually needed as Elayne never knew of anyone ever resisting this part of the ritual.
The first, and youngest of the full-fledged Amazons knelt between Elayne's splayed-out legs with a small, carved out dildo in her hand. She gingerly reached down to spread Elayne's bald labia wide to insert the dildo deep into Elayne and thrusting it in only once. Elayne gasped and moaned from the penetration. Then she pulled it out, stood up and walked on to make way for the next woman in line. The next girl did the same with her carved dildo, thrusting it in and out of Elayne only once before moving on. That would be the norm until the older members of the tribe stepped up to get their turn as, per custom, each of the Amazon women would only get one thrust with their dildos for each year they were a full member. The reason, she was told, was to ensure that her virginity was gone before she went out into the wastes to complete her rite of adulthood.
One by one, they came, each of the women thrusting their carved and smoothed dildos into Elayne. A few times, she came close to climaxing, only to be pulled away from that blissful edge when the woman finished her number of thrusts and moved on. Now she was whimpering, moaning, and writhing on the furs while the matrons continued to hold her down while they watched. By the time the oldest members took their turn, Elayne was screaming her ecstasy to the stars while her body jerked and spasmed from the uncontrollably pleasure coursing through her. Her only regret was that there was no one suckling on her round, firm breasts while this was happening.
When the entire tribe were through, the matrons took their turn. This time, however, one matron fucked Elayne with her dildo while the other leaned over to lick at Elayne's clit. The two of them expertly got Elayne off again. Then they switched positions and brought Elayne to a third screaming orgasm. Between the sexual attention and the roar of the fire, Elayne was breathless and covered in sweat despite the cool night air. "You are now ready to go out and prove you're an Amazon," the last matron to fuck her said, leaning over and kissing each of Elayne's eyelids close before kissing her deeply on the lips. Elayne let out a muffled moan inside of her mouth in response.
Then the matron pulled back and the other matron slowly, and lovingly, pulled an old sleeping back up and over Elayne's body. "Sleep now, child, for tomorrow you go out to prove you're a woman worthy of the sisterhood," she said, leaning down to plant another kiss onto Elayne's lips. "While we may be gone when you wake, know that you will always be with us in spirit until your return." With that, she was rolled into the sleeping back and zipped up so that she was completely covered. She felt her body briefly get rolled as they took the furs out from underneath her to take with them. She knew what was coming as she'd seen the other girls in the tribe be sent away in this manner. Many came back but there were some who didn't. The Amazons would leave her by the bonfire while they packed up and quietly left during the night.
Elayne could hear the others around her as they broke camp, loaded up their motorcycles, and started to leave. She didn't dare move. To wiggle out of the sleeping bag now to try to go with them would only dishonor her family and dishonor the tribe as a whole. She had to prove that she could be self-reliant and prove that she could handle anything that this post-Flare world could throw at her. After all, Amazons were feared by their name alone and if she couldn't handle being on her own then she had no business being called one.
When she woke up in the morning, the tribe was gone. She had nothing but the sleeping bag that she was in and a backpack full of her survival gear and a set of clothes. Her tribal leathers, the very symbol of the Amazons as they rode, had been taken by the others and Elayne was forbidden from telling anyone where she was from or that she was even an Amazon. To do so would invite death. The standard run-of-the-mill clothes that were left behind made it look like she was a mere wanderer, or a trader, or even someone who'd been ejected from the cushy lifestyle of the Habs.
It was time for her to set out on her own to get captured by someone.
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CHAPTER 2: Getting 'Caught'
Elayne walked eastwards out of the former state of Oregon and through Idaho. It wasn't until she stopped at an ancient preserve site called "Craters of the Moon", where she stripped naked to offer prayers under the full moon to the goddess, that she finally got noticed by raiders and slavers who were passing through the area. They followed her out of the preserve the following morning, making sure that she was indeed alone and that she wasn't a part of any of the merchant caravans that passed through the same area. She heard them coming down the road as she continued walking east and so started running so that they would hopefully think that she was panicking and in turn give chase.
It worked as the motorcycles tore past her to cut off any routes of escape while the junker trucks themselves came up alongside of her to snag her. One raider fired a bola gun at her that wrapped around her legs and made her fall to the ground. Sure, she could've evaded them easily, but that wasn't part of her trial. Her job, right now, was to intentionally be caught so that the raiders could do whatever the hell they wanted to her... which was usually to fuck her whether she was a willing participant or not.
The raider gang then descended upon her, taking her backpack and stripping her naked right then and there. "Looks like we caught another Hab Exile," one of them said as he ruffled through her things. Her survival backpack had been meticulously put together to make it look like she came from such a place.
"Good, we'll throw her in the back with the others," another one said. "After, of course, we properly break her in for the auction block."
Here it comes...