Training The Amazons. Part 2. 
By ANTMAN

The sunrise was bright on the lush green plain. It shone on the clean
sparkling river that meandered slowly along. It touched the small herd of
Amazon horses, some of whom whinnied while others wandered into the river
to drink. It glowed on the slim, lithe forms of two young girls who slept
entwined on the soft grass.
Quinnara opened her grey eyes slowly and pushed her mane of dark blonde
locks away from her face. She reached out and softly touched the satin
cheek of her best friend..Ninya, who opened her big lustrous brown eyes
with a start, but then smiled softly at her friend. Both girls now yawned
and stretched. Young muscles hardened and rippled under their downy skin
as shapely arms and legs locked and straightened, supple bodies arched
and soft lipped mouths opened delicately, as the girls awoke fully. They
sat up and regarded each other. Both thirteen years of age, they were
blossoming into beautiful, but deadly young Amazons. The day before they
had witnessed the destruction of a mighty Barbarian warrior, at the hands
of a seventeen year old girl, and it had so thrilled and awakened lust in
them, they had stolen away early from the celebratory feast, to spend the
night alone together, where they had enjoyed their young bodies together,
a half a mile from the Amazon camp. by the river.
The night before, the Amazon tribe had partied late into the night. They
had feasted on a roasted pig, and drunk deep on wine captured from a
Barbarian caravan. The entertainment consisted of the young girls
practicing their skill on the captured caravan guards.
Inside his hut, the young Barbarian heard with despair the strangled
shrieks and gurgles of the hapless males as the girls tortured them. He
worked in frantic haste to undo his bound hands. Finally, his wrists wet
with his blood , his fingers aching and agonised from the exertions, his
wrists loosed the narrow leather bonds. He reached down and shakily undid
his ankles. A muffled begging and pleading from one of the hapless males
outside was suddenly silenced, and a loud cheer erupted.. the Barbarian
shivered with fear and waited.
Ninya parted her long black hair with her slim fingers, and standing,
stretched up. Her ripening olive skinned body taut and smooth. She looked
down at her friend.."Could we kill a man, even at our young age
Quinnara?" Her friend rose from drinking at the river.."Well, we know all
the moves. We practiced enough on each other. We will soon know..we are
of an age where the elders will allow us to start practicing on
prisoners". Nina shuddered at the thought.."MMM ! I can't wait", she
replied.
At the camp, the night wore on, and all fell silent, as the drink induced
sleep claimed the Amazons. Peering out cautiously from his prison between
the cracks in the boards, the Young man noticed the two guards slumped at
the door, while in the middle of the training ground, three males lay in
the stillness of death; their bodies and limbs frozen in arched and
stiffened agony.
Dawn was breaking, when the Barbarian with a sob of fear opened the door
slowly, and crept on stiffened legs, numbed by the hours of being bound,
past snoring Amazons to the edge of the village, where he started to run
at a stumbling gait towards the river, where he was brought a captive, to
steal a horse and escape back to his village.
"Argh" "Do you give" asked Quintana? She smiled her lovely smile down at
Nina's agonised expression, as her friend clawed at the blonde's steel
muscled thighs scissor round her neck.The dark haired girl gasped and her
slim body writhed, her short suede skirt riding high up her long legs.
"Alright..AAh ! I give! " Quinnara gave a little squeal of delight and
unlocked her slim ankles. "See", she said. "I have strong legs haven't I 
?" "Yes" gasped her friend, ruefully rubbing her neck. She circled her
head to relieve the ache, then stopped suddenly, and her big eyes
narrowed as she stared in concentration. Her sharp eyes had detected a
moving figure.."Who is that ?" she asked. Quinnara followed her gaze
.."It looks like a male to me" she smirked, noticing his appendage
swinging."It's the Barbarian from the village", said Ninya in
excitement.."Look at his blonde hair". "Well he got away" said Quinnara,
" I'll stop him" "You can't", her friend exclaimed.."You're only
thirteen".." And he is only a man". Quinnara licked her lips.."Its time
to start practicing on a man...Ninya..Go and get the Princess, when I
have him down..She shall see how a young girl can beat a free man".
The Barbarian, fear lending speed to his feet forced his tired legs on,
his chest was heaving painfully and his long blonde hair whipped over his
eyes, partially obscuring his view of the small herd of horses..his
spirits soared, and he glanced over his shoulder..No one was following,
he had made it.. a few more paces and he would grab a horse and gallop
back to his safe village and friends, he turned his head back foreward,
and suddenly saw in front of him a flash of a slim bronzed girl dressed
only in a short suede skirt, a tumble of blonde hair framing a lovely
face. A thought flashed into his brain.."AMAZON ", before he felt his
wrist seized in two strong hands. Unable to stop his momentum, he surged
foreward and saw the girl fall onto her back, and a slim hard foot landed
in his stomach, her strong leg straightened and the was thrown over her
in an arc to crash down heavily onto the grass.
Quinnara gave a little squeal of delight and retaining his captured
wrist, twisted it straight, and pushing her smooth knee against the elbow
joint, pulled back hard. The man screamed and his body arched in agony as
his elbow dislocated. Waves of blackness threatened to overwhelm him as
the pain lanced into his brain. Quinnara quickly bent down as she
straddled her victim, and pulling his head up by his hair, slid her legs
round his neck, coiling one calf under him, and locking that foot behind
the knee of the other leg. She then tightened her grip, so that he weight
rested on his upper chest, her crotch jammed tight into his throat, her
legs figure four round his neck.
"Now, Ninya", she gasped, looking at her friend with her grey eyes
sparking in excitement.."Go and fetch the Princess..Now!" Her friend
shook her head and awoke from the amazing scene before her and she sprang
onto a horse, her long black hair flying, before gathering the reins of a
second horse, and galloped away towards the village.
The man came to his senses, hearing the hoofbeats fade away, then gasped
. One arm lay limp and bent, useless on the grass, while Quinnara had
taken his other wrist in her strong fingers, and was rubbing his hand
against her small but firm breast. "Now man!!", she mocked.."Does that
feel good ? Feel my strong legs as well". She tightened her figure four
round his neck and was rewarded by his gurgle and his eyes opened wide in
surprise as he felt the corded muscles slide like a python deeper into
his neck.
He looked up in alarm at her lovely face with the wide clear grey eyes,
above the small snub nose and wide full mouth, the mass of hair shining
in the sunlight, and desperation filled him. She was young, but obviously
skilled and he had to free himself from her to escape. He grunted and
arched his body, but she was sat securely on him, her knees spread giving
better balance. He tried to free his arm from her but his head started to
swim from the scissors hold and he felt himself  feel faint. She giggled
deliciously and loosing one hand reached back and down to grasp at hs
penis, already semi erect. "Oh ! "she said "You like me do you"..as she
felt it harden under her smooth strokes. Despite his predicament, the
young man was helpless to resist the young girl's delicate touch, and he
gazed in terror into her beautiful eyes as she brought him to total
hardness. Then the tantalising fingers released his erection as his hips
bucked spasmodically for release, and she grasped his wrist again. He was
feeling totally helpless now as he weakly fought for release both
physically and sexually, but the young girl was dominating him in both
departments, and she rode his desperate gasping moaning twitching body in
glee, looking back to see his member waving like a flagstaff in the wind,
his hips and legs writhing uselessly as he squirmed like a butterfly
pinned to a board. For twenty minutes the man, in agony from his elbow,
faint and weak from the scissors the girl's strong legs held him in, and
with his testicles taut and sending pain to him from their enforced point
of ejaculation.
It was then that the Princess rode up with Ninya, and laughed loud at the
sight. The man flushed and gasping was totally helpless by now, and
Quinnara smiled broadly at her leader.."We will have to rewrite the
rules, my young warrior. It looks like even young girls can conquer
pathetic males after all..Well done, my little one". Quinnara beamed with
pride and then giggled as her victim gave a faint moan of despair. "Drown
Him" commanded the Princess..
The blonde girl shrieked in glee, and releasing her hold on the man, rose
and pulled his feebly resisting body up by his hair. Coiling one slim but
strong arm round his weakened neck, she pulled it into her in a side
headlock, then pulled his stumbling body into the shallows of the river
His good hand pulled in vain at the slim noose round his neck, but he was
too weak to resist as the slim young girl coiled one shapely leg behind
his knees and she pushed strongly. His cry of despair was drowned as
water rushed into his mouth as he sprawled on his back. Quinnara leapt
onto his chest, and grasping his head in her slim fingers, pushed his
face under the water. The man fought desperately for his life, his hand
pounding at her slim body, pulling in vain at her slim arms locked
straight, keeping his head under the water. His body squirming
desperately between her tightly holding straddling thighs. As his life
giving air escaped him, bubbling to the surface, The Princess smiled in
satisfaction seeing her young warrior destroy an enemy. Ninya bit her lip
astride her horse, her large brown eyes wide in amazement, slowly rubbing
her crotch on the bare back of the horse, as the scene caused the
familiar flutterings in her groin.
Quinnara, her face flushed in pleasure, grunted softly and hunching her
slim shouldes, poured all her young strength into drowning the man whose
struggles had weakened to spasmodic twitches, and finally, with a
satisfied gasp, the girl felt the body still under her, and she shuddered
in pleasure at the thrill of her first kill.....
              End Of Part 2