The Young Amazons..Part 5 (A). 
By ANTMAN


The Barbarian pulled in vain at the thin, strong leather strips that
bound his hands and wrists.Bound to a wooden frame, his arms and legs
were spreadeagled on the hard wood. He heard the screams of laughter and
jeering, and looked up. Before him, in a semicircle, a group of young
girls were kneeling and sitting on the earth floor, gazing up at him.
They were all tanned and blonde, as were all the Amazons, and they
whispered to each other, as they watched his futile efforts to free
himself. The big naked man squirmed and pulled at the straps, to no
effect...suddenly a fresh burst of laughter caused him to look up, over
the heads of the young girls.
   The arena was circled by a crowd of tall, blonde Amazon  warriors. In
the circle, the bound man's companions, were being fought by a group of
teen girls. These girls were competing in the coming of age ritual, when
the maidens..on reaching the age of 16, were allowed to enter the tribe
as warriors, on completing the killing of a male Barbarian warrior. The
screams, laughter and catcalls were being made, as the girls, much
smaller and lighter than their male opponents, were making childs play of
the execution of their tasks. As the bound man watched, he felt his
spirits fall, as he saw the various groups before him.
   One man was staggering as if he was drunk. Before him, a shapely
maiden, with long white blonde hair was dancing round him, flicking out a
long leg or a smoothly muscled arm, the hard foot, and the stiffened
fingers pounding time after time into the man's biceps, leg muscles, and
body. As the man's movements became more sluggish, the girl ducked under
his feebly swung punches to chop hardened hand edges against the man's
neck.
   Another man was on his back, his head resting against a girl's
smoothly brown stomach. Her legs were coiled and locked round his neck in
a figure four, one of her hands pulling the ankle of her free leg,
jamming the calf of her leg into the man's throat. His hands desperately
pulling at the hardly muscled thighs, as they squeezed and strangled him.
His voice, choking and hoarse, cried for mercy..as the Amazon warriors
howled in glee.
   One girl, with short dark blonde hair, was practicing throws on
another Barbarian. Time after time, the man would groggily rise, his body
becoming increasingly bruised and battered, as the slim girl would toss
him over her shapely hip, over her head, or somersaulted by her long
strong legs to crash heavily onto the earth.
   Yet another girl was coiled round a barbarian, clinging onto his back.
Her long legs tightly scissored round his waist, as her lithe arms were
coiled round his neck in a sleeper hold. The man staggered, frantically
pushing and pulling at her limbs, as he desperately tried to fight back
against the waves of unconsciousness which threatened to overwhelm him.
   The final Barbarian was held in a side headlock by a small girl, who
was preparing to throw him over her hip..when he suddenly punched the
girl hard on her small bare breast. She gasped, and as he pushed her
roughly off him, the crowd of Warriors screamed and called out. As the
man blindly blundered towards his companion bound on the wooden frame,
possibly to free him or just to escape, the young girls watching the
bound man suddenly turned at the screams from the Amazons.
   The girls leapt to their feet, but instead of scattering in fear, they
all flung themselves onto the burly man as he blundered into them. The
man felt young strong hands grip him, he felt arms and legs coil and lock
around his limbs, felt small hard fists pound into his body. He tried to
shake the girls off him. but his arms were tightly locked , and the hard
punches, though not strong enough to really hurt him, kept him off
balance, and then another girl scissored her long legs around his ankles,
and he stumbled and then fell; backwards as yet another jumped at his
chest, her slight weight being enough to topple him.
   His heavy body crashed to the ground, winding him, as he gasped,
desperately trying to gain his breath, the crowd of Warriors screamed and
howled in approval, as the young girls swarmed over the man's feebly
squirming body. Again,slim arms and legs coiled, ankles crossing, hands
pulling tightly into young bronzed bodies. The man found himself bound by
the encircling limbs of the young girls, and two of them were atop him,
one on his chest,the other on his stomach.While he tried desperately to
free himself, the amazons laughed at the sight of the big male held
helpless by the little girls. The small blonde, rubbing her bruised
breast ruefully, swayed over to the struggling group, and hoisted the
small girl on his chest off him.Then she settled herself in her place,
looked down into his frightened eyes, and with a grim smile, wrapped her
small fingers round his neck, hunched her slim shoulders and started to
squeeze.
   The man realising what was happening, snarled and bucked frantically,
but the young girls tightened their grips on his jerking limbs and his
voice faded as his windpipe closed as the girl's fingers totally locked.
   The man watched the scenes before him, and sobbed helplessly, feeling
the narrow strips holding him helpless.The man in the figure four
scissors was twitching now, his hands falling from the girl's thighs as
he strangled slowly to death.
   The man who had been a punchbag for his white-blonde haired
assailant,was on his back, the girl sitting on his face. His bruised and
numb arms twitched helplessly, as the girl wiggled her smooth buttocks on
him, totally cutting off his air supply. She raised her arms and waved to
the crowd, as the man suffocated under her.
   The Barbarian was somersaulted yet again by the long legs of the girl
he faced, in a perfect stomach throw. This time, he crashed to the earth,
and lay semi conscious. The girl rose, lithly stepped ovet to where he
lay, and raising one small foot. placed it on his neck, and leaning her
weight onto it. pressed into his throat. His adams apple crushed under
her sole, and as his hands feebly pushed at hel long steely calf, he
strangled to death.
   Thge young girls uncoiled their vise like grips on the man's arms and
legs, as he finally stilled under the small blonde's stranglehold, and
returned to seat themselves around the bound Barbarian. He looked down at
their excited faces. Eyes wide, and mouths smiling, they gazed up at him.
He waited, as the crwd of amazons fell silent, and the dead Barbarians
dragged away.
                     End of Part (A)