Planet of the Amazons, Part 5
By Madcat
A group of astronauts land on a world ruled by big, strong women.


As usual Jack awoke first. He opened the side hatch slowly so as not to wake
his beautiful companion. The fresh, cold air felt good against his naked skin.
Jack hurried into the forest to relieve himself. Only after he started did
Jack realize that Misha's stallion was gone.

Some thing did not seem quite right. The hairs on the back of his rose as his
ill feeling intensified. Jack finished his business and spun around. Sarah
stood just behind him wearing the robes of a priestess. She held a smooth
black rod in her hands.

"Well, well, look what I found." His old girlfriend said haughtily. "You look
good, Jack. Being a sex slave suits you."

"Sarah?" he replied, still astonished. She looked like the good doctor but
sounded entirely different. This girl came across as mean and cruel.

"The one and only. I missed you." She said softly. Sarah approached him and
touched his hairless chest. "Did you miss me?"

"Well, yes." Jack lied. He had barely thought about her over the last few
months. "How did you, oof ... ."

Sarah rammed the butt end of her rod into his stomach hard. The male bent over
from the force of the unexpected blow. Then she chucked him in the face and
sent him sprawling backwards.

"Yeah, you have a funny way of showing it. I saw you last night at the
stream." Sarah said.

A stunned Jack looked up at the blonde standing over him. Smaller than his
than the rough and tumble Misha, Sarah looked much like a scaled down version.
Her robes were slit down the sides and showed generous portions of her
voluptuous body.

"Why did you leave me, us, like that?" she asked.

"It was Joyce. She raped me." He said sitting up. It still hurt him to admit
this fact.

"That's not the way Joyce described it."

Jack looked at her rod. It was clearly with his reach. A female scream reached
his ears. Misha. He had to act and did. Jack lunged forward. He grabbed the
rod and hung on. His weight forced Sarah back a step. The taller male went to
push the girl down and all hell broke loose. The supple priestess twisted and
flung him head over heels.

He landed just short of a tree and sprung to his feet. Sarah charged him with
the rod in both hands. Jack grabbed the middle of the weapon, intending to
stop the smaller girl and perhaps disarm her. He failed. Sarah drove the
larger man back in a frightful display of female fury. She pinned him to the
tree using her rod at his neck. Jack struggled to dislodge it but could not.
He looked pathetic struggling so against such a small, nubile woman.

She laughed at his weakness. "You are mine." Sarah whispered.

Sarah led her old captain and lover out of the forest. Cheri had been right as
usual. The big male presented no real problems for the new priestess. Months
of intense training had turned her body into a weapon, harder and stronger
than it had ever been. This little battle had been a test for her and she
passed it proudly.

Jack, bound and collared like a good slave, followed his ex-girlfriend. It did
not surprise him too much that she overpowered him. He had come to expect such
things of late. But Misha was a real shock. She lay clumped on the ground
outside the ship. Joyce stood next to her holding an amazon war club.

His eyes about popped when he saw the ebony warrior. She wore the traditional
white amazon bikini bottoms with no top. Her chest looked like it had been
chiseled out of living rock and her arms defied description. She looked more
muscular than any person he had ever seen, male or female. And her demeanor
changed too. Like Sarah, her broad grin lacked any sort of compassion.

The high priestess, Cheri, and the ship's science officer, Tom, surveyed the
scene from the vantage point of their mounts nearby. The girl looked beautiful
and innocent as usual but was clearly in charge. Tom caught Jack's eye
immediately. He was the fist man that the slave had seen wearing clothes. He
also carried what looked like an old flintlock pistol in his hand. Joyce
carried similar arms.

"Hello, captain Jack. You look well. Much better than the last time we met."
Cheri said. "I think you know the rest of my party. They proved instrumental
in finding you."

Sarah forced him to kneel at the high priestess's horse. Jack just glared
malevolently back at the little vixen sitting high above him.

"You hate me. Don't you?" his female rival said after dismounting. She grabbed
his chin and forced the naked man to look her in the eye. "I'm sorry. I owe
you a great debt. Without you, I would never have met Joyce, Sarah and Tom.
With their help, I plan to become queen of my people. And with Tom's guns, I
will conquer the surrounding valleys.

You see, you weren't the One. But your friend Tom is. He possesses great
weapons and power beyond reckoning. As soon as we return, I plan to marry him
and proclaim myself queen. It's a shame you will not live to see it."

"I bet it breaks your heart." He spat back. This was the end of the line and
Jack knew it. But he had no intention of backing down.

The nubile girl back handed him across the face. "You still haven't learned to
watch your mouth. Had you been as accommodating as your crew, you would not be
in this mess. Now lets have some breakfast. I'm famished."

Sarah dumped Jack beside Misha and got to work setting up the breakfast. The
first seeds of discontent sprouted as she laid out blankets for the upcoming
feast. The little blonde still had feelings for her old commander. Killing him
seemed cold and harsh.

Worse, Sarah had begun to despise the high priestess. At first the good doctor
loved amazon society and her new spiritual role. The women did a remarkable
job in building a world without crime, greed or oppression. Slowly her eyes
opened to the darker side of this culture. Cheri came to embody all of the
negative elements: jealousy, ambition, and naked cruelty.

Joyce quickly secured both prisoners and stoked the fire. She loved this new
world and quickly embraced the woman warrior ethos. Cheri even promised her
command of the new armies built to take advantage of Tom's high tech weapons.
The powerful black woman stood ready to accept this challenge.

But Joyce had needs too. She looked longingly at Jack. The female no longer
saw him as a commander or a lover. Instead, naked and trembling in the dirt,
he resembled a native man. Men existed to simply to serve and pleasure her.
This thought mixed with her vibrant memories of their time together. Jack had
satisfied her like no other man that she could remember. A plan started to
evolve in Joyce's mind.

Jack flipped over to look at Misha. The big girl smiled weakly. Blood trickled
out of her nose and one eye looked swollen shut. Joyce had been rough on her.

"I think she broke my ribs." Misha wheezed.

"It'll be OK." Jack replied. "Rest a little."

The feast started with a toast to victory led by Cheri. She had a taste for
wine and brought one of her best vintage for the trip. Then the foursome
started to devour dates, sweet meats, and cake fresh off one of their pack
animals. Jack could not help but watch Sarah as she ate. Delicate muscles
covered her gorgeous legs and terrific torso. Truth be told, the girl had
never looked better. Their eyes met on two occasions and this time Jack noted
a hint of compassion.

That's when Joyce proposed another toast, this time to Cheri's inspired
leadership. Soon she followed up with another drink to the upcoming wedding.
The high priestess, tipping the scale at maybe 130lbs, quaffed her fifth glass
of wine. She liked the taste but never handled it too well. Given the large
meal and the fact that the group had slept little the past 2 days, Cheri
quickly wound up asleep on Tom's shoulder.

Sarah dozed too. She had drunk less than her boss but more than she could
handle. Sitting on a log, Sarah tumbled off and awoke with a start. She looked
over at Jack and he was gone.

"Where is he?" she asked Tom.

As if on queue, a masculine scream filled the air. Tom smiled, "He's with
Joyce."

The blonde picked up her oak rod and headed to the other side of the ship.
There she found Jack and Joyce wrestling on the ground. Only it wasn't much of
a fight. The stronger black girl easily pinned the white male to the ground.
Joyce was nude. Her ebony body rippled with powers that Sarah would never
equal nor fully comprehend. But the white girl did understand what she saw.

"Settle down, sweety. Be a good boy like last time." Joyce whispered to Jack,
still unaware of the blonde sneaking up behind her.

Lies! It was all lies. Jack had never tried to rape Joyce. It had been the
other way around. Sarah had always been suspicious of the black girl's story.
Her old boyfriend never seemed like a rapist. She had to something. The black
rod rose up and crashed down on Joyce's head.

Much to Sarah's horror, Joyce did not go down. Instead the girl spun around as
if someone had tapped her on the shoulder. The blonde struck again with a side
swipe. The rod struck the side of Joyce's head and snapped in two. This time
the female rapist slumped to the ground.

"What took you so long?" Jack said with a smile.

He leapt to his feet and helped himself to Joyce's stuff. Soon he wore a gun
belt over top a white bikini. Inside his belt was a brace of pistols.

"Lets go." Sarah pointed to the woods.

"First we must get Misha." Jack replied, reading a pistol.

"Tom is still out there with a gun. Lets just go."

"I can take him."

Sarah shook her head. "I'll take care of Tom. You get the big bimbo as soon as
he leaves. OK?"

"Sure." Jack agreed following the voluptuous girl to the side of the ship.

He watched in amazement as his ex-lover went into action. She picked up some
canteens and offered them to Tom.

"Go fill these in the stream." Sarah commanded.

"No, my place is with the high priestess." Tom replied with certainty.

"What did you say?" Sarah said, walking over to him.

"I ... should ... stay ... here ... with ... Cheri?" he repeated hesitantly.

"Good, I almost thought I heard you tell me NO. I would hate to have to put
you over my knee in front of your future wife." Sarah said, standing over him.

Tom sensed trouble. He laid Cheri down softly and stood up. "I'm not leaving
until the high priestess awakes. I'll get the canteens then."

Just as Sarah gently seized his hands did Tom notice that they were empty. His
guns were stacked neatly against a log. The girl brought his hands up to
shoulder height and began to bend them back at a painful angle. Tom resisted
furiously but fell to his knees just the same. Just as he always did.

"Please don't hurt me." Tom begged, looking up at the gorgeous blonde from
between her pert breasts. If just had a pistol, he would put a burning hole
thru this hated slut.

But he also loved her. He always did. She even slept with him once after they
ambushed the first amazon cavalry squadron with his potent firearms. Then came
the truce and negotiations. Sarah seemed to lose interest in their
relationship after they moved into the palace. The girl then announced that
she wanted to become a priestess and take a vow of celibacy. The news rocked
Tom and he confronted Sarah one lonely night.

The male confessed his undying love for Sarah. She spurned him. They should be
just friends, the girl stated. But Tom could not turn the clock back. He had
touched Sarah's beauty once and could not turn away. The skinny physicist
tried to force her to see things his way. Sadly, Sarah turned the tables on
him. She proved much stronger and a fierce fighter. Before long the supple
beauty made him beg for mercy.

That should have been the end of it. But Tom unwisely began to spread vile
rumors about new priestess. She returned to his quarters late one night and
spanked him for the first time. He tried to strike back on a number of
occasions but always ended up draped over Sarah's knee receiving a healthy
dose of sweet discipline.

Only Cheri's affections seemed to break this downward spiral. Tom fell in love
with the high priestess but never forgot lovely Sarah.

"I won't now. But move your butt down to the stream. We will need to move as
soon as the high priestess awakes." She said, releasing his hands.

Tom immediately reached for his pistols. Sarah put a foot on his shoulder and
pushed him over backwards.

"You don't need those. Now get moving." The priestess ordered.

Sprawled on his back, he looked up at her spectacular beauty. For a brief
moment his eyes settled the girl's thick little bush just visible thru the
sheer fabric of her gown. Tom knew something had gone wrong but no longer
cared. He only wanted to obey the superior sex.

Five minute later the trio entered the woods. Jack helped Misha to walk while
Sarah stole the pack horse and Tom' firearms. Without supplies the high
priestess would be forced to return to her palace. Using his knowledge of the
local area, the old commander led the girls into to hills.

He loved to be in charge again. In many ways Jack was a born leader. People
naturally trusted and followed him. His skimpy attire also boosted his
confidence even if they did look a little effeminate. But Jack didn't care. At
least he wasn't naked anymore. And he had guns. The higher they climbed, the
more Jack started to feel like Rambo.

Misha also needed his aid to walk, which Jack gladly provided. This time he
saved her life or at least helped. But sadly, his weakened male muscle quickly
fatigued and the fugitives stopped for frequent rests. Finally, about mid
afternoon, the intrepid group halted for the night in a small clearing. Sarah
tended to Misha's wounds while Jack sucked wind.

An ugly bruise formed under Misha's right breast where she had been struck by
the black girl's war club. The doctor examined it carefully as the amazon sat
back against the tree.

"Doesn't look good. Can't tell for sure but the girl probably has internal
bleeding. She needs to rest." Sarah said to her ex-lover.

"I do too. Start making camp. I'll scout back down the hill and make sure we
aren't being followed." Jack ordered without really thinking about it. He took
a pistol out of his belt and held it at the ready in his right hand. The Rambo
attitude took over.

Sarah just had to laugh. He looked so ridiculous standing there in a bikini
trying to look tough. The laughter felt good after the tense and stressful
day. She couldn't stop and soon the nubile girl fell to her knees with tears
of joy streaming down her cheeks.

"What's so funny?" he asked defensively.

"You. Ha ha ha."

"What about me?"

She got up slowly trying to control herself. "You look so silly in that
bikini, trying to act all tough and in control."

"Well, you better get used to it Captain Sarah Parker. I'm in charge now."
Jack replied emphasizing her lower rank.

"Oh really, major. I haven't thought of myself as Captain Sarah Parker for a
long time. Our old mission is over, Jack. On this planet, it appears that men
tend to take the orders and women give them. You had better watch your step."
The girl said. His ludicrous claims sobered her up quickly. Sarah had been
immersed in amazon society for too long for her to voluntarily accept male
authority even from her old commander.

Jack sensed this but had no intention of giving up his leadership position.
Forgetting the results of their morning battle, the skinny man stepped up so
as to intimidate the smaller female.

"I didn't ask you to come along. Just leave if you don't want to help." Jack
threatened.

"That's gratitude for you. I save your ass and this is thanks I get." Sarah
shot back. She had not forgotten their first physical confrontation and her
one sided victory. The good doctor decided to teach her former lover a lesson
in girl power.

Using her left hand, Sarah grabbed his right and started to squeeze. Her other
hand grabbed the pistol still in his belt and tossed it aside. Jack,
meanwhile, focused on the test of strength developing between him and the girl
over control of the last gun. Forces on his wrist increased as Sarah twisted
his hand back. He leaned back and reached over with his other arm attempting
to relieve the awful pressure. She intercepted this move with her free hand
and began to push downwards. Jack watched in horror as the supple little girl
forced both his hands down. Stuff like this never happened to Rambo.

"Drop it." Sarah demanded.

"Screw you." Jack replied with a vicious head butt that staggered the
priestess. She fell on her gorgeous posterior. The male, impressed with his
martial prowess, leveled the pistol and cocked it.

"I think you should go now." He ordered.

"I have another idea." Misha chimed in. "How about a trial by combat in the
ring. Its our way of resolving disputes like this."

Sarah stood up shaking off the effects of Jack's sneaky attack. "I'm game."

"No way." Jack replied. "We don't have time for this. Sarah should just go."

"Jack, it's the best way to decide things once and for all. You two wrestle
and the winner gets her way. You are not afraid of Sara, are you?" Misha shot
back in some discomfort.

"No, but its just that, well, OK." He stammered, uncocking the gun. Jack
wasn't really afraid but deep down knew his chances of success were slim.

The girl slowly removed her golden chain belt followed by the tattered gown.
She felt his eyes devouring her nude form. But the girl did not return his
stare. Instead, she turned around and touched her toes in a very sensual
stretch. Jack forgot to blink.

"Quit stalling." Jack announced out of the blue. He threw the other pistol to
the side. "Let's go."

"Ready when you are." Sarah said with her hands brazenly on her hips.

Jack paused for a moment to study her nude form a few feet away. He tried to
tell himself that he had a decent chance against this female. That this was
just a simple earth girl, not a towering amazon woman. His earlier defeats
meant nothing. But, sadly, Jack could not quite get himself to believe this
nonsense. Sarah was no longer the demure little doctor that he once knew. Her
lithe body oozed confidence and strength.

So the male decided to throw his weight around. He charged the smaller female
hoping to bear her down. Sarah proved to be up to the challenge. Moving with
lightning speed, she grabbed his outstretched arm, twisted and tossed him thru
the air.

Grunting in surprise, Jack landed on his back and sprung to his feet quickly.
But it wasn't fast enough. Sarah moved up and drove her knee into his stomach.
Then she grabbed the back of his head and flipped him again.

The match had barely started and Jack already felt it slipping away. A part of
him marveled at his ex-girlfriend's martial skill. She fought with the same
fluid grace that Cheri had many months ago, perhaps better. Jack decided to
revert to his own karate training as he rolled to his feet. Sarah approached
quickly.

He faked a couple kicks that halted her advance. Emboldened, Jack tried a
front snap kick. His female foe, warned by the fakes, was ready and easily
caught his weak attempt. Before he could react, Sarah kicked his legs out form
underneath him and sent his back crashing to the ground.

The impact about drove the air from his lungs but Jack ignored it. Final
defeat seemed inevitable as he lay at her feet. But the brave male refused to
succumb. Instead, he launched himself at the woman's sexy legs. This time he
caught her by surprise and toppled the superior female fighter.

Sarah took it all in stride as Jack tried to mount her fallen body. She seized
the man's wrists and stopped his advance cold. Then the girl maneuvered her
legs so that her thighs flanked both sides of his head.

Pre-occupied with his unsuccessful attempt to force her strong arms down,
Jack's recognized his peril only as Sarah arched her back. Her naked sex shot
up to his face as her legs tightened. Moments later she had him laying on his
side with his head trapped firmly between her thighs.

Jack struggled and cursed to no avail. The female foe held his arms out.
Escape was impossible until she let him go.

"Submit?" Sarah asked nicely.

"Go to hell." Jack replied, his nose just scant inches from her glistening
mound.

"Good." The girl remarked as she released him.

She rolled to her feet quickly. There was no doubt in her mind who was the
better fighter, but Sarah never took any chances. She felt a little sorry for
Jack. A few short months ago, this whole match would have been unthinkable.
Now the girl easily dominated her old commander and lover. A part of her
wished that none of this had happened but there was no turning the clock back.

He rose more slowly, exhausted by the humiliating combat. Jack was reluctantly
coming to the same conclusion as the beautiful blonde but pressed on. He saw
this battle as his personal Alamo. This time he wasn't facing some alien witch
but a simple little earth girl. One that had shared his bed and eagerly
accepted his natural male authority. This was his last chance to preserve a
small portion of his old life.

The male lower his head and lunged at the girl's legs. Sarah crouched and met
his attack head on, no clever tricks or martial arts moves this time. Jack did
manage to get his hands around her smooth left thigh. His momentum drove the
girl back a couple steps before she halted the attack.

Jack had put everything into this rush but it wasn't enough. He simply did not
possess the strength to over power his feminine foe. His paltry muscles shook
with fatigue as the male tried to win thru force of will. He felt Sarah's body
flex and harden. Slowly, she forced him back. Jack clung to her leg as it was
a lifeline. The girl responded by increasing the terrible force on her old
lover.

His hands popped loose and Jack went flying backwards. He landed on his back,
limp and exhausted. The two combatants exchanged glances. They both knew who
had won this battle. Sarah planted a foot victoriously on his chest and bent
down. Her fingers closed around the side of Jack's bikini.

"No please don't." He whimpered. "You win. I was wrong but let me keep the
clothes."

"Sorry Jack, but its for the best. You need to learn you place here." She
stated, ripping his skimpy little loincloth away and discarding it.

As if on cue, Jack's manhood began to rise to the occasion. He had been
conditioned over the last 4 months to respond sexually to this type
stimulation. Even though loathe to admit it, Jack wanted nothing more than to
service his female conqueror.

Sarah watched his arousal with a smile. She knew that her celibacy would soon
be over. That life was gone now. But the girl had one last point to make with
her old lover.

"You certainly are a credit to your sex, big guy." Sarah remarked while
looking at his large, throbbing tool. But instead of taking him immediately,
she straddled his shoulders. "First, I want you to do something that you never
did before. I want you to eat my pussy."

The girl didn't need to tell him twice. Jack dove in and tasted her sweet
femininity for the first time. His tongue masterfully sought her most
sensitive spot and Sarah came with almost embarrassing quickness. She didn't
fight the feeling of intense joy and pleasure. Instead, the girl rode it to 3
more climaxes before her deep need, so long unfulfilled, finally receded.

But she was far from finished with him. In a fit of lust, Sarah slid back and
availed herself of his potent masculinity. It felt deliciously good inside of
her. While the couple had done this sort of thing many times in the distant
past, Sarah experienced a new sense of connection and excitement. She was in
control and exercising her natural female authority.

Jack submitted to it fully. He too had sensed the changes wrought by
empowerment of his ex-lover. Their lovemaking moved at a slower, more feminine
pace. It was glorious.

Misha watched Jack's submission with growing amusement. She should have been
angry and jealous that another woman had taken her man but she wasn't. In
fact, Misha recognized her role in setting up this event. Jack needed the
discipline. He needed to be reminded of his proper role in life. Sarah had
done well. The amazon blonde understood that the girls would just have to
figure out a way to share the big guy.

Two days later the trio were moving again. Misha felt better and walked on her
own. Sarrah assumed Jack's role as guide and leader. The old commander took
his place walking behind the two females. He wore nothing save a collar
fashioned from Joyce's gun belt. While Jack had escaped the amazon city, he
did not escape female domination. In fact, these two girls had broken his
spirit more thoroughly than any of his previous mistresses.

Sadly, Jack had one more shock coming. It happened as they made their way into
the hills. The terrain became more difficult and the male almost missed the
sign thru the thick forest. Then he saw the first hint of yellow. It peaked
his curiosity and the male silently deviated to his left. He fell to his knees
as he got closer. Jack had found the truth. Tears streamed from his eyes as he
gazed up at the golden arches.

A couple minutes later, Jack heard Sarah behind him. "You didn't know, did
you?"

"No." He sobbed. But he had suspected. The women, their language and customs;
it was all too familiar to be alien.

Sarah stood beside him now and stroked his fuzzy head. "Funny. Two thousand
years of space travel and we wind up back home. But home isn't anything like
we left it."

Jack reached over and hugged her strong yet sleek leg. Tears continued to
stream down his cheeks. He cried easily now after many years of never showing
this emotion. Somehow the girls had unlocked this side of his personality.

"What happened? What went wrong?"

"Nuclear war, I think. Civilization was wiped out. Nuclear winter set in.
Women must have emerged from the destruction bigger and stronger than the men.
Just evolution I guess."

He clung to her leg almost in a panic. "So that's it then. No hope of rescue
or a normal life. Just life as a slave."

"Yes, Jack." Sarah replied smiling down at him. "You will be mine forever."