Guide to tamming vilanesses

I don’t know how long it’s been since I first stepped into this lost dimension. Prison has a way of completely warping your sense of time and space.

But finally I have received the chance to regain my possessions, and I decided to write a full report on everything I have seen up to now.

The moment I arrived I was met with open hostility by a tribe of tall, powerfully built women who call themselves Amazons.

Every one of them is statuesque, broad-shouldered, long-legged, and heavily muscled from a life of constant hunting.

Most stand well over six feet, with full, heavy breasts that strain against the barest scraps of animal hide they bother to wear.

Their clothing is little more than barely matched cloths and tops made out of monster leather.

And if my understanding of the tribe is correct, the clothing choice comes from several reasons.

First, they seem to enjoy nudity. Second, because they don’t like armor; a true warrior must trust her body or something like that. And third, because no one in the village has the actual ability to make complex armor or clothes.

On that matter, their level of technological sophistication is not impressive.

Not at a stone-age level; I have seen one of them working with some form of metal. Their agriculture is also not that bad.

But aside from that, they barely have any technology.

Their village is a sprawling cluster of timber longhouses and open training grounds carved into the edge of a dense, humid forest.

And I can easily say their society is built around strength and hunting. Their only other hobby seems to be swimming in the river, but maybe this is also training.

Almost every woman I see is either returning from a hunt, sharpening weapons, or sparring in the dust.

But the weirdest thing is that there is not a single man among them. Not one. And I believe that absence has shaped their lives in ways both practical and deeply sexual.

With no males to relieve the constant, restless heat that builds in bodies this strong and this naturally demanding, the Amazons have developed intense solitary habits.

It is common to see a warrior leaning against a post after training, one hand shoved roughly between her powerful thighs, working herself with fierce, almost angry strokes while the others continue their tasks as if nothing unusual is happening.

At night the longhouses fill with the wet, rhythmic sounds of fingers and sometimes smooth, carved wooden tools.

Actually, not only smooth tools; I have seen them pushing anything dick-shaped into their pussies when they are really horny. And maybe it’s because of their large bodies, but they have a strong desire for big dicks.

And I can say their culture is weirdly sexual, even if there is no man around to fulfill their desires. All of their art is filled with depictions of cock and strong sex. Aside, of course, from depictions of duels and hunting.

They express their sexuality and horniness openly, unashamed, yet the moment any woman tries to touch another the reaction is immediate and violent.

Sexual contact between them is strictly forbidden; the very idea seems to disgust them. So they are in a somewhat constant state of frustration, and they may take out this frustration in fuel and hunting... I don’t know, it’s hard to understand.

One more thing on the matter of their sexual nature. I witnessed one of their sacred rites on my third night.

The entire village gathered around a massive stone altar carved with a single, unmistakable figure: a powerfully built, fully erect male god.

Under torchlight the women stripped completely, their full breasts and strong hips gleaming with sweat and oil.

One by one they mounted the stone phallus of the idol, riding it with wild, desperate thrusts while chanting for the god to descend and breed every last one of them.

I remember how on that day the air was thick with the smell of sex and the raw, hungry sounds of dozens of women moaning.

Quite apart from that, I can say they have a deep distrust of any foreigner like me. Still, I have been able to get some level of sympathy from them.

First, the medication I provided with my knowledge is better than the medication of Rapa, a big-assed woman who works kind of as the only doctor in the tribe.

Aside from that, I have been trying to be useful in all ways possible to gain their trust and avoid being killed.

Blushing a little, I must admit I even helped craft better tools for their inappropriate and lonely night activities.

I also tried to make armor for them, but as said before this went poorly.

But they appreciate the work I helped them do. And my inputs on better agriculture practices were also well received.

Very unfortunately, they forced me to strip naked and wear their sandals and clothes, but it was a small sacrifice to gain their trust.

And just yesterday they allowed me to go hunting with them. After that, their queen gave me back my possessions they had taken away the day I arrived.

I still fear I must not wear my armor and I need to get as in tune with their culture as possible, as hard as it can be.

Another phenomenon I unfortunately need to relate is that the village atmosphere seems to somehow also affect me.

It’s embarrassing to write it down, so I will keep this report only for myself. But my nipples seem to be hard more often... like, all the time. And my pussy is so wet....

I have never had any sexual encounters, or even felt a need for one. So it’s very weird I’m showing such reactions.

It may be due to the sexual nature of their culture, or there may be a more complex explanation.

But I do believe I need to leave this place soon; I’m afraid of how the atmosphere may change me in an irreversible way...

And, as shameful as it is, I must report everything, and given my current state, a round of masturbation is almost inevitable right after I’m finished with this report.