The young Amazons ....Part 1.




The Barbarian Army had been beaten. Lured into an ambush in the narrow
gorge, the men had no chance against the hordes of bare breasted,
screaming young women who had erupted onto the packed ranks of the
Barbarians, from the slopes above them. big rocks had been rolled down
into the valley at the head of the gorge, blocking the way foreward. The
amazon warriors, armed only with short stabbing knives stuck into their
short , soft felt suade skirts, the bare footed girls tore into their
surprised male enemies, before most had time to unsling bows, or even
draw swords.
   Some of the warriors, distaned to use their knives..and contented
themselves in picking single victims out, and then using their unarmed
combat skills to dispatch their victims. These girls would use their
hardened soles of their feet to kick the hastily drawn weapons from
clutching male hands, and then to kick, and chop with the edges of their
hands into the man's vital organs and nerve centres, until the man
dropped to his knees, weakened and helpless. Then the girls would drop
down on them, using strangleholds with smoothly supple arms, lithly
muscled legs or strong fingers, to slowly send the writhing, squirming
gaping men into their Valhalla.
   But most of the men died from short vicious stabs into their bodies,
or a swing of an Amazon's arm, which slit his throat wide, leaving him to
drown in his own blood...these were the lucky ones. They died swiftly.
   The Amazons, had left the entry into the gorge open and
unguarded...and they allowed a few of the panic stricken men to drop
their weapons, and flee back towards their lands. The Amazon Princess,
stood on the edge of the Gorge, and watched the massacre below her. She
saw the men writhing and  clawing at the limbs of the slim girls who
strangled them, a couple of the warriors helping the smaller girls, and
sitting on the squat strong Barbarians, holding them down.She glanced to
her right, and saw five short squat Barbarians scrambling and running out
of the end of the gorge..chased by the sounds of the screaming,
victorious young women, and the dying groans and moans of their fallen
comrades. She smiled to herself, knowing what the men had to face...in
their maddened haste to flee. She turned her beautiful, clear blue eyes
back,as the final Barbarian twitched his last, his thick neck held in a
deadly figure 4 stranglehold by  the legs of a beautiful blonde girl of
nineteen years old, with long flowing hair, and clear grey eyes. As his
body heaved and shuddered, his legs twitching spasmodically, the girl
grasped her free ankle, and leaning over onto one elbow, pulled it tight,
jamming the smooth, bronzed bulging calf muscle into the man's throat. As
she bent her supple back and thrust her lithe hips foreward, her crotch
forced the man's throat deeper into her hard muscled calf, closing his
windpipe. the girl had kept her grip tight, despite the mans desperately
clawing hands, and as the men fell around them,The man, with staring
sightless eyes, and bulging tongue, twitched , his hands falling from the
girl's svelte, bulging thighs.
   The five Barbarians ran for a full two kilometres..till the noise had
faded, and they were sure they were not persued by the vicious Amazons.
Then with chests heaving with exertion, and legs aching with fatigue,
they staggered up the final hills that divided their land from the
Amazons. On  the top of these hills was a short plateau, dotted with
thick copses of trees and shrubs.The men with heads lowered in tiredness,
and shame burning their faces with the shame of running from a
battle...and a battle against women. Scattered, unarmed and weary, the
men didn't even look at each other, as they passed the copses.
   In the undergrowth, three large pairs of eyes looked out at the men
passing their hiding place. The eyes were blue, grey and brown, and were
in faces framed by long blonde hair of differing shades. Below these
faces, were slim, tanned bodies budding into the beauties they would
shortly become.Their short skirts were slung low on their hips...barefoot
and unarmed, their only ornamentation was a length of leather cords tied
round their wrists.
   These girls were the trainee Amazon warriors on their final test to
become full warriors. Seventeen years old, and fully trained from very
young in their deadly skills of unarmed combat, their task was to capture
alive male warriors, and bring them back to the amazon camp. They
crouched in the bushes..their young muscles tensed and their eyes bright
with anticipation. Sandini, Sherina and Astrud noticed the slump of the
mens' thickly muscled shoulders, their legs heavily dragging through the
grass, and the heaving of their barrel chests as they painfully dragged
gasps of air into their tortured lungs, and each girl felt a thrill run
through them at the thought of the oncoming combat.............
                  END OF PART ONE