A Day at the Amazon Stadium - Part One

The stately Caeser

As promised, here's Michelle's first story for the site! Enjoy!

The stadium was full to capacity with raucous and horny Amazon women awaiting today’s entertainment. As usual, the fair would be bloody and spectacular.

Male slaves, lions, tigers, and special entertainment by “Caesar”, a huge black Great Dane with a special talent. The show started off with two Amazon’s bringing out the days most special guest. Prince William, royalty from the Amazon’s latest conquest was to be the first out onto the sands. His lands overrun and outnumbered by the vicious women warriors, he had meekly surrendered when they came for him. His reward for such cowardice was now to be played out. He trembled as he was escorted to the center of the arena and summarily tied, nude and vulnerable, over a bench specifically designed for the upcoming spectacle.

From the southern gate a handler strode forth with the giant, black furred Great Dane eagerly tugging forward against his leash. The dog fairly pulled its handler along toward the center of the stadium. His shoulders stood as high as the woman's hips and the beast weighed nearly as much as the Amazon who tried to restrain it. The dog had been sent from Rome . It was captured along the northern frontier, too old to train as a war dog. The beast became a gift for the Governess and his given name was "Caesar".

The developing situation was now becoming clear even to the dullest in the throng, and there was a roar of approval. The Prince, bound facing the Governess's box, had no idea what was happening behind him, though he struggled in vain to raise his head and peer back over his shoulders. The dog anxiously led the way to the bound naked rump raised up in the air for his examination. The Prince let out a fearful squeal as the cold snout pressed into his most private parts. The audience was in bedlam; most were already rubbing their clits in anticipation of watching Caesar do his work. The handler then presented herself and Caesar to the Governess for her approval.

The Prince was now able to see for the first time the animal that the cold nose was attached to. The beast was large, short furred and sat with his back to the Governess. He was facing the bound male who had now roused his interest. The Prince stared in sickening fascination as the Great Dane displayed for him his growing desire. As Prince William stared in fear and dread, the Dane’s pink member grew beyond its sheath, slapping against his belly as he sat there panting at him. The Governess waited for the noisy crowd to regain their seats so the game could proceed.

At last the Governess charged the handler to proceed, and with a jerk of the leash the beast was led behind the Prince to a spot some twenty paces away. The dog sat patiently while the handler removed his leash. Then both woman and beast looked up expectantly to the Governess's box. The crowd had mostly regained their seats and was now chanting the dog's name softly at first, but with a growing urgency. “Caesar! Caesar! Caesar!" The Governess let the tension build until the noise was almost a roar. She nodded to the dog's handler and the woman uttered a single word at the beast. " Mount" she shouted flinging her outstretched hand toward the bound and helpless Prince.. The dog did not dash forward, but seemed to swagger as it strutted toward the trembling male. The mob howled in unrestrained glee, and the horrified William shrieked in terror.

When he reached William he stopped, his nose pressed into the narrow opening of his anus. His hungry tongue borrowed deep into his ass, and he shuddered knowing what was about to happen. His front paws bounced up over the Princes bottom and then scrabbled against his skin as they slipped along the downward slope of his back. The crowd had actually fallen silent to witness this extraordinary display. Caesar's forepaws clutched at his chest, the dewclaws leaving bloody gouges as they dug into the flesh between his ribs. William wasn't wailing so much as issuing a long unending high pitched keening noise. Caesar's rear haunches pressed hard against the anus then backed away a bit as he positioned himself to lunge. He made a few tentative thrusts and then William let out a piercing shriek. The dog was inside him, pressing deeper and thrusting with sudden speed and vigor.

The crowd was ecstatic. While the beast pumped away inside him, the pathetic Prince wailed miserably. The rape was short, but incredibly brutal. Caesar’s knot now began to grow within the writhing and squealing Prince’s cowardly anus and the dog truly seemed to enjoy making him his bitch. The Prince could feel that the great Caesar, now his superior, was in him fully and could now feel the Dane’s substantial nut sack slap heavily up between his legs. The audience all partook of the display and cheered the Governess for her ingenuity in creating such an erotic spectacle. Vulva were flush and plump and clitoris hardened as the Amazons watched the Prince being violated and humiliated so utterly.

Caesar’s orgasm was quite spectacular. As the dog felt his seed begin to spill forth, he reached down and clamped his jaws to the back of the neck of his bitch. The Prince, now taken and utterly used, merely hung his head submissively as the dog ejaculated in him. It took a few minutes for Caesar to finish up with his bitch, and then his extraordinary penis came loose with an audible “plop” releasing a torrent of dog cum from the Prince’s violated anus. As if to highlight the episode, Caesar calmly walked to the Prince’s bound head, hiked his leg, and urinated fully into Williams face, marking him as his own bitch.

A woman posing with her
dog after he's made a kill.

The Amazons now presented the male sacrifices to the sands of the arena and marched them in. The arena had been fitted with four short crosses and one rather tall one, a seat of honor indeed. Each male’s arms were hoisted up over the crossbeams and then were pulled down behind the crosses. As they hung by their shoulders their wrists were bound together just below a wooden peg at the back of the cross. Their stretched arms were held against the peg by their own weight. The position caused their chests to jut out lewdly, and their feet could barely touch the ground. The shortest of their number was in fact hanging free; his feet kicking feebly, searching for support, while the tallest was able to stand without any difficulty. They were bound like four tethered lambs, wiggling on their poles as the crowd of women awaited the slaughter to come.

While these four were being secured, another group of attendants was lowering the tall "Seat of Honor" in preparation for its guest. Few would have recognized it, as it had not been used for over two years. It was a formidable cross indeed, but it had a special attribute, the use of which was not lost on the ladies spectating. A long thick phallus, which originally swung magnificently from between the hind legs of a large bull, now preserved in its glory was attached to the cross in such a fashion as to encourage the hapless Prince to press his anus to it when he inevitably weakened. The penis would mean support for the agony in his arms.

Prince William was released from his mounting bench and led sobbing and befouled to the center of the stadium. The tall cross with its “seat of honor” waited patiently for him. Eight women gathered around him and he was quickly laid down and stretched out on the cross. Another dozen Amazons poured out from the northern entrance to help erect the cross. His hands were stretched out across the pure white polished wood and held firmly down. Two women with hammers worked in unison to drive in the spikes that secured his wrists. His screams were even louder than those that had accompanied his bestial dog rape. His hips were drawn up above the tip of the bull phallus. His knees were bent and his feet were pressed flat against the wood of the vertical beam. Again two carpenters worked together to quickly affix both his feet to the wood.

Iron rings had already been imbedded in the ends of the cross and these were used to attach ropes. Four women guided the base of the cross into the posthole while four others started lifting the top of the cross. The crowd was clapping in unison as the rest of the workers took their places on the ropes. The cross rose smoothly and slid into its hole. The poor, shrieking victim atop the cross was jarred about, and fresh rivulets of bright red blood flowed across the white painted wood. The crowed cheered as the women finished erecting the cross. The white of the cross contrasted well with his sun darkened skin, and the downward trickle of blood from his wounds was visible throughout the arena. Prince William was now almost fifteen feet above the sands, and his nakedness was gloriously displayed for the thousands of women who had gathered for the games. He hung low on the cross, his hips thrown to one side. His knees protruded the other way, forming a shapely crescent around the glittering Bull phallus that he would eventually need to sit on.

Even before the crowd could fully appreciate Prince William lovely features, the southern gates opened and the Governesses pride of lions entered. The male stood three feet tall at the shoulders and was nearly ten feet long. He weighed more than three grown men, and he had been kept hungry for this very event. He strode into the arena and the crowd roared noisily. He looked up at the spectators in disdain and roared back at them. He strutted out toward the center of the stadium followed by his harem of three lionesses. The largest of the females was about two-thirds the size of the male, the smallest of the three a little over half his size. The females seemed to slink behind their lord and master, waiting for him to select the first victim. The stadium had fallen completely silent, almost from the moment that the lion had roared back at the raucous mob. Now the crowd strained to hear every little noise that came from the male prey and the lions. Some women in the stands began to fondle one another in anticipation of the spectacle to come. Bald labia, slickened with superior feminine juices were rubbed in anticipation. Vulva’s plumped and moistened with sadistic revelry.

...to be continued!!!