(Femdom, MF, FF, Tribal, Dubious Consent - this story features an amazon tribe kidnapping and using a less than outright consenting man in a breeding ritual. You are warned)
He heard the loud blaring of the horn and felt the road shake. He lifted his head and screamed as the Semi barreled towards him, the vanity plate beneath the front grill that read "ISE-KAI" glinting ominously in the mid-day sun. The world went wash with red.
Richard bolted upright, waking from a dead sleep with a yell. He panted, sweat dripping from his brow, the only sound around him the steady pattern of rain and the riotous chirping of birds and insects. It had been three days since the accident. Three days since that truck had come out of nowhere. Three days since he'd had a good night's sleep.
Three days since he knew where he was.
He'd been a student, living and working in the greater Seattle area, just barely making ends meet. No time for friends, no time for family, no time for fun - just work and study, work and study. There had been times when he'd wanted to get away from it all. But not like this. After the accident - had there been an accident? He remembered the truck and the horn, and then pain and darkness - he woke up and didn't recognize his surroundings. Instead of the rainy Seattle streets, he was in a jungle seemingly thousands of miles from civilization surrounded by sky choking trees, bigger than any he had ever seen before.
Terrified and alone, he struggled to remember the things he'd learned about wilderness survival as a kid in the boy scouts. He collected rainwater from leaves and tried to stay put hoping someone would find him. But by the second day he was so hungry he had to go scavenging for food. Unfortunately, the last time he'd gone camping was about a decade ago at jamboree, and it had been on what he was pretty sure was an entirely different continent - least he didn't think there were any rain-forests in North America - so he didn't have much luck. So now was trying to make his way out of the jungle, doing his best to pick a consistent direction, hoping and praying that he could make it out before he starved to death or the insects ate him alive, getting snatches of sleep when he couldn't walk anymore. Inevitably hunger and the nightmares would wake him up.
So after only a day of hiking, he was just about done, and struggling not to completely lose hope. Feet sore and limping along, he stumbled his way through the jungle towards the distant sound he thought might be water. Vines slapping at his face, gnats biting at his limbs, and hunger gnawing at his stomach - it was still an impressive display of absolutely zero situational awareness when he stepped into the snare-trap and was yanked off his feet into the air by one of his ankles. Richard flailed and screamed; world turned upside-down as he was hoisted up. There was rustling in the brush all around him, and then he saw her.
The huntress rose out of the bushes a short distance ahead of him. She was dark skinned, almost ebony, with penetrating almond eyes and black hair knotted into braids. She was also almost completely naked save for a loose cloth hung around her waist covering her loins, wraps on her hands and feet, and a cloak made of woven leaves and vegetable matter. Had he not been screaming at the top of his lungs in a blind panic, Richard might have taken a moment to note how beautiful she was - lean but shapely, with a muscular physique, and winding in red tattoos twisting around her curves suggestively. She took a few steps towards Richard and clapped a hand over his mouth, bringing a finger to her lips. "Shhh~," she hushed. Richard stared at her wide eyed, and she smiled back. Then he felt a sharp pinch as the dart hit his neck, and his eyes rolled upward (downward?) and everything went black.
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The next thing that touched his awareness was the sound and feel of cool running water. Not a shower or a bath being drawn, like he initially hoped, but a rushing river. It burbled merrily, and he could feel it running over his body. Richard opened his eyes slowly with a groan and found himself partially submerged in the river he'd been looking for. Three women, including the huntress he had seen, were gathered around him - scrubbing his body with torn bits of cloth he didn't immediately recognize to be the remains of his shirt. His cloths were gone, and both his hands and feet were bound. He tried to scream but found himself gagged - again with pieces of his own torn cloths - and the women who had bound him hushed and patted him like he was a barking dog. Richard stopped struggling for the moment, terrified and even more confused than when he'd first woken up in this place. The women chatted together in some language he didn't recognize, washing his naked body clean, inspecting him carefully like a piece of livestock. The other two were dark-skinned like the first, sporting the same tattoos and the same near lack of clothing. One of them rest her breasts on his shoulder and cooed softly to him, patting his hair and reassuring him with words he didn't understand while another took hold of his junk and started to wash it.
Now, he was in no way shape or form getting turned on by this bizarre situation. That would just be absurd. But he did take a moment to... appreciate being surrounded by three giggling, naked women with the muscles and physique of professional athletes but proportions that were much more 'generous' than he would have expected, or even made sense. They were built like models - Instagram models, not runway models - with wide hips and large breasts to go with their extremely muscular bodies and towering height. So yes, his dick twitched of its own accord, stirring a little and drawing more soft laughter from the women around him, who encouraged him by rubbing his stomach and thighs like he was a pet. He looked to each, wild-eyed and confused. Once they were finished cleaning him - prick and all - they rolled him over and dunked his head into the river, making him splutter and cough behind his gag as they quickly washed his hair in the water and combed it with their nails. "Hmhphmhphm!" came his muffled shouts as he tried to struggle, but each of the women was much stronger than he was, and together they handled him with ease. With his continuing complaints muffled by the gag they just hoisted him up between two of them with a third taking the lead and carried him over their shoulders. Richard didn't know where they were going and wasn't sure he wanted to know - but then, he didn't seem to have much choice in the matter.
Richard wasn't sure how long they walked, or what direction they were going. He had barely been able to keep track when he had been on his own two feet. Now being slung around like a sack of potatoes, carried between two tribal women, all he could really tell was that they seemed to generally be following the track of the river, and that the forest seemed to slowly be clearing. Gradually, the world grew brighter as the tree's thinned, and then they stepped out of the jungle. Richard couldn't admire the scenery much, tied up and carried like he was, but he could hear the clamor of people ahead. Twisting around, he could see them approaching the outskirts of a village, built alongside the banks of the river. Sturdily constructed huts and houses made from hardwood and cob with roofs thatched from vines and leaves stood astride small gardens and farming plots, and tribal townsfolk moved hither and thither about their daily business.
Richard immediately noticed three things. One, every last one of them was a woman. Two, all of them were gorgeous, tall and muscular and tanned from the sun with figures that did not bespeak hunter-gatherer levels of sustenance struggle. Three, none of them quite looked like the next - the three that had captured him all looked more or less similar, but within the village it seemed there was a mélange of ethnicities of every possible origin Richard was familiar with, and some that he wasn't. There were even a few that had not even tanned beneath the sun at all but were pale skinned and red haired with generously freckled skin.
Oh, and they were all staring at him, some wide eyed. A few pointed and shouted in the language he didn't recognize, and a dull clamor began to rise as the three huntresses proudly marched him down the Main Street towards the large building in the center of the village, which Richard took to be some sort of civic or authority center.
Carried inside past the sliding wooden doors, Richard was hefted around onto a soft carpet made of some unknown animal fur and his gag was pulled free. Sat in front of him, in the center of the large central room, was a carved wooden throne, on which sat a woman who seemed older and was larger than the three girls who had carried him there. While most of the woman around him looked to be in their early twenties, she looked like she could be in her mid-thirties. With a seven-foot frame covered in muscles and old scars, she towered over even what he presumed were her guards by the spears they were armed with standing at attention nearby. Despite this, she had an almost motherly aspect to her, and like the rest of the women he'd seen was still attractive - as well as completely naked, sitting legs spread on her throne with her muff displayed brazenly without a care in the world. Richard tried not to stare.
The woman he presumed to be in charge straightened in her seat and stared at him a moment. "Uh... hey?" Richard said lamely, clearing his throat. She glanced away to the women who had brought him in, who came and stood beside him beaming proudly, gesturing towards him and announcing something. A murmur went through the room at whatever they said, but the larger woman seemed unimpressed. She glanced over her shoulder and mumbled something, gesturing forward with her fingers. On this command, another woman stepped out of the shadows behind the throne.
