There were forty other women there. These captive females had been acquired at the marketplace. Highly priced property, folks. Seriously. We the Kazon...a don’t imprison our women or our men. Slave labor is done by the captive men and women of rival tribes we defeated. The Kazonga tribe had waged ten long years fighting against the man-hating female warriors of the Amazon Nation. In the end, we won because we were an army of strong, well-trained and organized men. They were ruthless, manipulative. He had stepped out of his pants and took off his shirt as he walked around me looking me over. "Strip" he said or rather commanded. I slid the jock off and stepped out of it as my rock hard cock sprang free. He smiled with satisfaction as my cock jumped when he twisted my left nipple causing me to squeal in pain. After he walked around me, he hopped onto the bed and sat there with his back propped up by the pillows and head board and his legs spread. "Come up here and suck my cock faggot" he. More than adequate in fact. His quarters, while spartan, contained almost everything to make him comfortable: his bed (of straw covered in furs during the winter, a light wool blanket in the warmer months) just large enough for him to stretch out to sleep, a chest made of alderwood having the Prince's coat of arms inlaid with ash (a gift from the Prince himself), a modest campaign desk and a small stool. The stone walls were secure around him and a window looked towards the west. Sir John. And Marin was assuredly the prettiest with Andrea as a contender. I bounced Xiomara. She was the hottest.“Yeah,” Kia grumbled, “So if Bradley is still Bradley, he’s probably telling everybody what to do and if he was only taking one girl, it’d be Zoë. Unless Mrs Leifson is just someone else entirely as an 18 year old. But then why would Reggie get Zoë? Bradley must have had Jesse backing him up.”I didn’t know shit about these people. I, Reggie and Dashawn had always flowed around the high.