(http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ljc5mfBeEq1qhpkpo.jpg)<br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Elias Cloud<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Holding Cells<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Amelia<br/><hr/><br/>Elias learned that she wasn't interested in talking. He might not look it, but he was no humble virgin. Women like men they could talk to on an intellectual level. He sighed as she released her death-grip on his balls. He felt the warmth of her soft, but pert breast flesh underneath his palm. Gently he began massaging the whole orb letting his palm stimulate her rosy bud until it pebbled underneath his careful care.<br/><br/>To the young scholar, he'd do anything to be accepted and not killed, if that mean pleasuring a woman that was no problem whatsoever. If he made himself useful they would probably answer his questions. The key focus of his efforts were on the amazon in front of him and making sure she enjoyed the little massage he was giving her.<br/><br/>He rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger thinking of his book and pen. It would be easier to get the information he required if he had them back. He hope their queen was wise enough to know that a pen and paper were no threat to her people.<br/><hr/><br/>(http://image.hotdog.hu/user/goagirl1/magazin/amazon-sorceress.jpg)<br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Artemis<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The festival grounds<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Open/Claude<br/><br/>"Mmm..." enjoying yourself already?" she said touching his thigh, he didn't care if he sought to turn his gaze to the other sisters around. That was the plan. Artemis was one of many, she would be important in acclimatising him to life as a slave. She leaned in a nibbled his ear, "See..." she whispered, "good slaves get good things." he was actually being quite well behaved. She had slaves in the past who made themselves as difficult as possible. They often got the torture treatment.<br/><br/>"It's good to be naked," she teased, enjoying that he was hard in public, he looked almost ready for the sacrifice tonight. "Oh," she said stroking a long finger down his jaw to his chin, her nails were painted a dark purple, "If there is one thing I cannot abide at all it is slaves who think they can run. I will put on my hunting attire and drag you back by your hair." she informed him. It was a fair warning, he didn't look like a real runner. However, she learned that men were guileful not like amazons who were often far too honest.<br/><br/>She huffed, "I'd hoped more of my sisters would come and see you," she said resting her chin on her hand, idly eating a grape, "Oh well," she said cheering up, "that just gives you more time to praise me." she snatched up his plate of food, a look in her eye that clearly told him she expected him to praise her.