There was a tribe of fierce dominant women warriors, like the amazons.
The leader of the tribe was Brigitte, a stunning beauty, beautiful as she was strong. She had a slave girl, a love slave called Hilda.
There was a warrior called Frida in fierce competition with Brigitte.
One day, while Brigitte was away on the hunt
Frida went to Hilda, took her, held her down in the furs by the fire, fondled her.
Hilda was Brigitte's love-slave, and therefore restricted personal property. No one may use her except for Brigitte
But what can Hilda do? except to resist the best she can while her body was set afire by Frida's touches until the inevitable orgasm.
When Brigitte returned, she was furious. She confronted Frida. It was a matter of stolen property. Frida denied everything, and it was a slave girl's words against a warrior's. Brigitte, in her fury, challenged Frida to a duel. A circle was formed, and the two fought. By guile, Frida won the fight. To the victor went the spoils.
Frida had the loser, Brigitte, bound naked to an A frame. Frida called to her the slave girl Hilda, and before Brigitte's eyes, Frida raped Hilda once again, causing her to orgasm while Hilda cried out to Brigitte.
It was too much for Brigitte. She shut her eyes, only to hear HIlda's moans and screams ringing in her ear. And she opened her eyes to witness the gang rape.
In rage and humliation, writhing in bondage, she watches what they did the HIlda, how the lovely girl was forced to one orgasm after another.
She herself cried out when Frida came up to her and started to molest her body, and she suddenly realized that her own body, mirroring Hilda's was flushed with arousal, and she was in danger of cumming under Frida's insolent, uncaring touches.
Who would you like to be? Brigitte? Frida? Hilda?
The leader of the tribe was Brigitte, a stunning beauty, beautiful as she was strong. She had a slave girl, a love slave called Hilda.
There was a warrior called Frida in fierce competition with Brigitte.
One day, while Brigitte was away on the hunt
Frida went to Hilda, took her, held her down in the furs by the fire, fondled her.
Hilda was Brigitte's love-slave, and therefore restricted personal property. No one may use her except for Brigitte
But what can Hilda do? except to resist the best she can while her body was set afire by Frida's touches until the inevitable orgasm.
When Brigitte returned, she was furious. She confronted Frida. It was a matter of stolen property. Frida denied everything, and it was a slave girl's words against a warrior's. Brigitte, in her fury, challenged Frida to a duel. A circle was formed, and the two fought. By guile, Frida won the fight. To the victor went the spoils.
Frida had the loser, Brigitte, bound naked to an A frame. Frida called to her the slave girl Hilda, and before Brigitte's eyes, Frida raped Hilda once again, causing her to orgasm while Hilda cried out to Brigitte.
It was too much for Brigitte. She shut her eyes, only to hear HIlda's moans and screams ringing in her ear. And she opened her eyes to witness the gang rape.
In rage and humliation, writhing in bondage, she watches what they did the HIlda, how the lovely girl was forced to one orgasm after another.
She herself cried out when Frida came up to her and started to molest her body, and she suddenly realized that her own body, mirroring Hilda's was flushed with arousal, and she was in danger of cumming under Frida's insolent, uncaring touches.
Who would you like to be? Brigitte? Frida? Hilda?
