Planet of the Amazons, Part 4
By Madcat
A group of astronauts land on a world ruled by big, strong women.


Jack awoke as Misha lowered him off her white stallion. She cradled him in her
strong arms and laid his naked body in some tall grass. The sun was now high
in the sky and the air sweltered in the afternoon heat. The amazon warrior led
her mount over to a babbling brook for a much needed drink.

"How long did I sleep?" Jack asked.

"Hours." She replied. "Your little run thru forest must have exhausted you."

Jack tried to stand and couldn't. His legs and groin exploded with pain. He
fell to his hands and knees before the woman arrived to help him up.

"Not much of a rider, are you?" she joked.

Misha's tanned body distracted Jack before he could reply. Still kneeling, his
eyes devoured her voluptuous figure starting with the girl's strong thighs.
Next he saw her teeming sex just inches away from his face. Then came the hour
glass stomach and full, heaving bosom. His hands gravitated to her wide hips.
By the time Jack had reached his full height and looked into her baby blue
eyes, pure lust had taken over.

The girl quickly divined his motives and accepted his first tentative kiss. In
a strange twist of fate, this was their first real romantic liaison. She had
touched him intimately many times back at the barracks but Misha never allowed
any reciprocal advances. As his tongue grew bolder and his passion increased,
the amazon girl started to feel uncomfortable. This was not the time, nor the
place, for such activity. Her feelings of guilt and betrayal returned. She
needed to slow things down. Misha pushed him back firmly and disengaged her
lips.

"No Jack. Not now." She whispered.

Her request barely registered with lustful man. He held tight to her hips and
pressed his throbbing member against her firmness. She felt so good. Jack had
waited so long for this moment. He barraged her with kisses.

Anger swelled up in Misha over this unwanted advance. She pushed harder but he
refused to quit. Something snapped deep inside the amazon warrior at this
effrontery. Like most of her battle sisters, Misha was a big, strong lass.
Easily as tall as Jack, she out weighed him by a good 40 lbs. The angry girl
gave him a hard push and sent him flying.

Jack landed back in the tall grass and looked up at her angry face. He had not
seen that hard look since the first day in the stream. His fear of women,
hammered into him over the last few months, returned with a vengeance. The
naked man started to crab crawl away in panic.

Her anger dissolved as Misha saw his irrational terror. Nonetheless, the girl
wanted to set things straight and take control. They were being hunted and to
survive the couple would have to work together. She stepped up and planted a
foot menacingly on Jack's chest, stopping his retreat and driving him into the
tall grass.

"I told you to stop. Next time you darn well better. Just so you're clear. I
give the orders around here. Got it?" The gorgeous blonde said firmly.

"But-But-But I thought you wanted it too." He cried.

"I do, Jack. I do. But not now. I need some time. That's all. Now get your
skinny butt up on that horse."

They rode well into the evening and Jack pouted the entire way. It seemed like
he had escaped the amazons only to wind up in the clutches of another dominant
female. Today had featured not only the couple's first kiss but also the
girl's ascension to power in their relationship. She clearly demonstrated her
superior strength plus the willingness to use it. He took no comfort in her
arms as they rode and his nudity reinforced his sense of inferiority. Jack
made up his mind to leave her as soon as big blonde fell asleep.

When they stopped Jack staked out a position in the small clearing far from
his companion. She tried to make small talk but he refused. Jack had nothing
to say to the angelic beauty. Misha was just like the rest of the amazon
girls. He accepted a small piece of bread and ate in silence.

The male lay naked in the dirt. Bites and scratches covered his smooth,
hairless body. As the sun fell, the temperature dropped and a chill crept in
to Jack's bones. Misha had both a blanket and a cloak. She made a small bed
out of the former and wrapped herself in the latter.

"Come over here and lay with me." The girl suggested.

Jack tried to ignore her and stare off into the distance. Obviously, she had
made a big mistake earlier this afternoon but the woman had no idea how to
correct it.

"Come over here and lay down. That's an order. We have a long way to go
tomorrow. You need to rest." Misha said more sternly.

"Screw you! I'm done taking orders from women." Jack replied nastily.

"Oh, really." The woman said. She stood up and walked over to where he lay in
a fetal position. "I'll give you one last chance to be a good boy and do what
you're told."

He looked up at her powerful female figure silhouetted in the fading light. A
part of him desperately wanted to submit to her will. She offered comfort,
protection and the promise of sexual release. But this just pissed him off all
the more as he clung tenaciously to his sinking macho pride.

"Go away. I hate you," was the best he could come up with.

Misha went ballistic. "I gave up everything to be with you, to save your
rotten life. And this is how you repay me? I'm going teach you some respect,
boy."

Jack knew he had made a terrible mistake as the girl sprung into action. She
grabbed his ankles and dragged him a few feet to the middle of the clearing.
Still facedown in the dirt, the girl spread his legs. Then she reached down
and seized his vulnerable balls with her left hand. His will to resist
collapsed as he realized the girl had total control

"Please, Misha, I'm sorry. I'll be good." The once proud man screamed as the
girl forced him onto all fours.

"You will be good. I'll see to that." Misha replied. She knelt behind him and
softly squeezed his gems.

Crack! Her right hand smacked his trembling backside. Jack howled in protest
at the indignity. He wanted to run or fight back. But the hapless male could
not move with the girl's tenacious grip on his manhood. Soon she reduced him
to a sobbing hunk of man flesh. He begged her to stop, anything to end the
pain and humiliation.

Finally she seemed to hear him and stopped the pounding. "Will you be good and
do as you are told?"

"Yes, ma'am." He whimpered.

"Good. Now go get on that blanket." The girl said, finally releasing his sack.

Jack obeyed to the best of his ability. His body, already sore from riding,
moved like a wet noodle. He crawled to the blanket and flopped down. Misha lay
down beside him and covered his trembling body with her cape.

"I'm sorry, Jack, but you needed that. You have to get a hold of yourself. We
are in this together now." She whispered in his ear. The girl's hand sought
out his shaft and squeezed gently. Much to her delight and his shame it
rapidly stiffened.

"You do still like me." Misha said softly as her hand gently massaged him.

Jack bit back a caustic reply. Making this girl angry was proving disastrous.
Instead he focused on resisting her sweet sexual advance. Little by little his
body rejected his stupid rebellion as it accepted her touch. He moaned and she
kissed him for the second time that day. That did it. Jack began to shake and
quiver. His back arched and Misha granted him a glorious release.

"Wow, it was never like that before." She said.

They both knew the truth in her words. He had fully submitted to her now. She
swept away his silly male pride and freed him to accept her natural, goddess
given superiority. Their souls bonded in a primal way that was simply
impossible before. Jack did not answer his new mistress with words. Instead he
reached up and kissed her waiting lips. His hands went to her firm bosom.

Fire ignited in Misha's heart as she responded to his affections. The girl
stripped away her little bikini outfit and crawled atop her man.

"I have a confession to make." She said, pinning his arms to the ground in a
small display of her power. "I'm still a virgin. No man has ever inspired me
until that day in the stream when I looked into your eyes. I have waited for
you my whole life, Captain Jack Taylor."

Then she kissed him. Jack responded and slowly rose to the occasion. Misha
took him there in the darkness of the forest and enjoyed her first taste of
the forbidden fruit.

He awoke at first light still underneath the busty blonde. Much of the
previous night remained dreamlike but he firmly understood its impact. Now
that they had accomplished so much, Jack wanted more than ever to reach
safety. He also wanted out from underneath the girl's solid body. With great
effort he managed to roll her off and he escaped into the forest for a little
privacy.

When Jack returned he awoke the still slumbering amazon. Within minutes they
were back on the mighty stallion and riding south. Both riders suffered from
innumerable pains. Dried fluids and grime covered them from head to toe. But
they were happy together and the ride passed quickly. They made great time and
reached the old spaceship just before sundown. There was no sign of his old
crew. Jack disappeared into the top hatch and came back with a bar of soap.

"Come with me." He motioned to Misha and ran down an old path.

The girl was busy touching the alien vessel. She had heard Jack's bizarre
stories of space travel but really never believed them. Now Misha could see
and touch it. Her man had come from the stars. Perhaps he was a god after all.

"Hey wait up." She shouted and hurried after him.

Jack enjoyed the run. His legs hurt to be sure but it felt great to be
stretching them out after a day on that accursed horse. He could hear Misha
gaining on him from behind so Jack picked up the pace a little. The male still
had something to prove.

She had no idea where he was headed but her acute senses detected his
increased speed. Misha loved to race and she ran ever faster. Her long,
powerful legs and smooth gate brought her up close to her nude companion.

"Where are we going?" she asked, a little more out of breathe than the amazon
girl wanted.

Jack cursed softly. How had larger woman caught him so quickly, he wondered.
An old track star in high school, Jack kicked on the afterburners. For a few a
seconds, it looked like he would pull away. But when Jack checked his six, the
busty blonde was closer than ever.

The race came down to a test of stamina and the male's slender body gave out
quickly. He began to slow down imperceptibly at first and then more rapidly.
Misha waited for a wide spot on the path and tackled him gently from behind.
Jack resisted her in a playful way but his exhausted muscles had no chance
against their female counterparts. She flipped him over and pinned the naked
man to the ground.

"You can't get away from me that easily, Jack." Misha said, sitting atop his
outstretched body. She bent down and kissed him breathlessly. He responded
instantly to her potent power and sexy strength. His naked man flesh pulsed
into life and sought her warmth. They did it there on the dirt path. Misha
climaxed for the very first time.

"That was incredible." She exclaimed, still shuddering from pleasure after-
shocks. "Now what's this?"

Misha pried the bar of soap from his clenched fingers.

"It's soap, silly. I'm thinking we could both use a bath. There is a stream
not far ahead."

Five minutes later, Jack dove into the clear, cold water. He looked back at
the tall, voluptuous Misha as she undressed. The girl had a wild look about
her from two days out in the forest but it just added to her savage
sensuality. Jack realized that this was the first time that he ever really saw
her naked. She had the most beautiful little blonde bush that he had ever
seen.

But her big breasts really caught his eye. They had a softer, more natural
look than Inga's gargantuan set. Goose bumps spread over Misha's prime body as
she entered the stream causing her brown nipples to harden into small bullets.
Then the girl lowered herself into the water and disappeared for a few
seconds.

"Oh, that feels good." She said, emerging from the stream. Misha approached
the awestruck male standing in the hip deep water. "It's not nice to stare at
a girl's chest. She might get self-conscious."

With that, Misha grabbed his head and forced it into her cleavage. Jack kissed
and fondled the wonderful things.

"Could you wash them for me?" Misha whispered in his ear.

They spent the next half hour washing and exploring each other's body. Jack
felt somewhat frail and weak next to her vibrant sexuality but the girl seemed
to enjoy his body as much as he did hers.

By the time they left the water, Jack experienced a flush of excitement
standing so close to this goddess. She put her hands back to ring out her long
blonde hair. This caused the amazon's breasts to thrust out provocatively.
They seemed to draw him in like gravity. He kissed her softly on the mouth and
then fell slowly to his knees. His lips worked their way down Misha's firm
feminine body and came to rest on her soft mound. Jack went to work with
practiced precision.

The big amazon had seen this done many times in the barracks but had never
participated. It felt good, real good. But the physics of their current
position seemed wrong. So the girl pushed Jack back, a little stronger than
she should, and straddled his slender shoulders. He went right back to
devotions and quickly satisfied his blonde goddess.

It occurred to Jack, as he looked up at Misha from between her legs, that this
was the very same spot that he first submitted to female domination. Joyce had
over powered and brutally raped him in this clearing just a few months ago.
But today's experience was totally different. This time he gave himself to the
superior woman willingly and without reservation.

They left the stream shortly thereafter. His manhood had grown hard due to all
of the intimate contact. Misha toyed with it but gave him no release. It was
growing dark and she wanted to start a fire. Jack knew better than to ask for
it. That was not his place.

Misha managed to start a fire beside the crashed spaceship. Jack searched the
vessel while his mistress cooked. He found no food, but did locate a pair of
briefs. It felt great to wear clothes for the first time in months.

"What are those?" Misha asked as soon as he emerged from the ship.

Jack smiled. "That, darling, is underwear."

"Take it off."

"Why?"

"Because I said so." She replied angrily. Men were not supposed to questions
orders.

"But you get to wear clothes." Jack retorted. He really wanted to keep these.

"I'm a woman. I'm supposed wear clothes. You're a man. You don't. I'm not
going to tell you again." To reinforce her point Misha walked towards him.

"Please." Jack begged as he retreated before her advance.

"No," Misha replied as she cornered him against the spaceship. The girl
reached down to rip them from his body but the elastic waistband confounded
her. The female refused to be denied and attacked the problem with renewed
vigor. She needed to teach her man a lesson. Jack watched in amazement as his
mistress tore the skimpy briefs into little pieces. Soon only the waistband
was left, that and his raging hard-on.

She pulled his trembling body close and kissed him hard. Without hardly
thinking the now clearly dominant female pushed him to the ground and
straddled his shoulders. She removed her bikini bottoms and commanded, "Eat
me."

Only as his tongue explored her intimate regions, did Misha begin to consider
how much she had changed over the last couple of days. The girl's sensual
awakening unleashed an assertive side to her personality that drove her to
dominate the weaker sex. She enjoyed bending Jack to her will as much as he
loved submitting to her. He might have been a god, but he was still just a
man.

The couple enjoyed a warm dinner and cup of tea. Then they enjoyed each other
for the rest of the night. Misha even let him take the top spot due to the
constrained configuration of the sleeping quarters. Both lovers liked the new
position but neither forgot the basic nature of their budding relationship.
They felt safe and secure inside their titanium ship. But outside, the forces
of darkness gathered and waited.