The Young Amazons. (Part 5 B) 
by ANTMAN




   The Barbarian hung on the wooden frame, the leather strips binding his
wrists and ankles bit deep into his flesh, cutting the circulation as he
writhed and gasped helplessly. The semi-circle of young girls sat and
kneeling before the man watched with eyes wide with wonder, and mouths
open wide in surprise, as he shuddered again, and groaned as if in agony.
They took keen notice of the man's face, his eyes rolling in their
sockets; his face flushed, his head straining upwards, his mouth open
wide as his teeth clenched.
As they watched they saw the soft, tanned hand again close on the man's
rigid penis, and stroked gently, and silkily down it. The man gasped, and
his whole body shuddered helplessly, as his hips thrust foreward. The
voice was purring and soft...
   " See, girls, how a brave, big strong male is helpless against my soft
hand. He is helpless to resist me..." The blonde girl, eighteen years
old, with a body voluptuous and lithe, looked at the group of girls. Her
heart shaped face, with the bright blue eyes smiled at them.."In a couple
of years, you will learn the art of controlling a male using his desires
against him...You can cajole, tease him, and also torture him..." At this
she moved her fingers, coiling them around the male's taut testicles, she
squeezed hard...
   The man's scream of agony drew forth giggles and smiles from the young
girls. As the man shuddered against the post, his eyes silently pleading
into the beautiful, but cruel eyes of the Amazon warrior, she smiled
coldly at him, and closed her long fingers round his dwindling member.
   Within a minute, the man was helplessly twitching and groaning, as she
expertly coaxed him to full erection again.   The young girls, watched
carefully now, their eyes narrowed in concentration, their youthful, slim
bodies tense in excitement, as they watched the torture continue. The
Amazon warrior, seeing that the man was about to ejaculate, as the
moisture started to seep out of the end of his penis, slid her fingers
down his throbbing shaft, and gripped the base, causing the man to scream
in frustration and pain again.
   "This is the way we gain information from our captors girls..by
alternate pleasure and pain, a man can't resist us..though the odd ones
who can, die . I have seen a man killed by this method. He defied the
girl for ten hours. She kept him on the edge of ejaculation, with spells
of ball squeezing, until his heart finally gave out and he died. ".
   A couple of the young girls bit their lips, a couple  rubbed their
budding bronzed breasts, wishing they were fourteen, so they could learn
the arts they had just seen.
   For another hour, the Amazon tortured the man, he desperately trying
to conquor his lust, but her soft, fluttering fingers teased and
conquered him. Finally, with the man gasping and helpless, his limbs numb
from lack of circulation and his whole body weak and shaking, the Amazon
gave her wrist another twist, her finger nails drew along the engorged
member again, and with a cold smile, she let him ejaculate. The man's
body tensed, his face twisted in ecstacy, as his seed shot out of him.
The young girls smiled and giggled, and then clapped, as the amazon bowed
theatrically to them. "Now girls," she said, as the man shuddered and
gasping, sank weakly and helplessly against the wooden frame,"Our laws
say that when a man ejaculates, he signs his own death certificate...He
is yours".
   The girls leapt to their feet, clapping and jumping with youthful
glee, as the Amazon warrior drew forth a small knife from her suade
skirt, and sliced the bonds holding the man. He fell, still shaking and
gasping from his orgasm onto his hands and knees. The girls circled round
him, as he wearily raised his head, his weakened arms and legs barely
supporting his weight. The girls circled like a pack of wolves. He saw
through the mists of weariness, their slim young maidens. Young muscles
tensed and wiry, bodies bronzed and shapely, with young breasts proudly
jutting, and legs long and lean. Their faces were lovely but cold, he saw
no mercy in their cruel smiles. They allowed him to stagger weakly to his
feet, and then with shrill shrieks, they were on him.
   Wearily, he tried to defend himself against the little vixens, but he
was totally helpless against their vicious, whirlwind assault. They
ducked and weaved nimbly under his waving arms, as he tried to fend them
off. Like a swarm of angry bees, they buzzed round him, small hard fists,
and sharp knees beating a tatoo against his already numb arms and legs.
Suddenly, he felt his left leg give way as another knee powered into his
bulging thigh. He collapsed to one knee, and then onto his hands, as
another smooth bronzed knee thudded into his ribs, causing him to grunt
in pain, driving the breath from his body.
   He felt slim arms coil round his neck, as he knelt gasping in air
painfully, and a knee in his back started to bend him backwards. As the
girl forced him up off his hands, he grasped up to the wiry arms that
pulled and tightened round his throat. Managing to get a hand between the
arms he started to force the bronzed limbs off, but then  a strangled
shriek of agaon was ripped from him, as another little girl kicked him
hard in his already throbbing testicles. With a little shriek of
exultation, the girl with her arms coiled round his throat, felt his
resistance fade, and tightened her grip again. Now he was up on his
knees, and the girl behind him pressed her knee into the small of his
back, bending him. As he tried again to pry her arms off, two more of the
girls, grasped his wrists, and tore his hands away from the strangling
noose. They stretched his arms out straight, and digging their slim heels
into the dirt, twisted and held the man's agonised arms against their
slim flat stomachs.
   The other girl, standing befor him, again drove her foot time after
time into the man's groin, her face a mask of hate...so pretty and yet so
cruel. Helpless to stop this agony surging through his loins, the man
lost the fight to resist the young girl's stranglehold, and he felt his
breathing becoming constricted, as her arms worked their wiry strength,
past his neck muscles and deep into his windpipe.
Panicking now, he tried to free his arms, but the girls had good grips on
his wrists, and again the small deadly foot slammed crushingly into his
agonised balls, driving all resistance from him, as the pain flooded his
brain.
   Now the girl who had a stranglehold on the man, pulled with all her
strength, bowing the helpless man backwards and she sat down, winding her
long lithe legs round his waist, and tightened her slim arms tighter. The
man feeling his breathing cease as the girls arms tightened and gripped
like a boa-constrictor, now bucked his body in a frantic effort to roll
away. The girl crossed her slim ankles, and her long thigh muscles bulged
as she tightened her scissors, and the man felt his body in a vise like
grip.
   The girls holding the man's wrists had followed the man down, and now
knelt astride the man's trapped arms, holding them helpless.
   The remaining girl still standing, giggled as she watched the writhing
man and watched his face start to turn purple in the girl's stranglehold,
his eyes popping out of his head, and his tong protruding. Again, she
stamped her foot hard into the man';s groin, his body jumping up with the
contact, a strangled wheeze of agony forced out of him.
   The Amazon warrior stood smiling, watching the man feebly twitching in
the deadly grips of the young girls. These will make good warriors in a
couple of years, she thought, and turned and walked off, as the man
shuddered again, and then lay still, his sightless eyes turned to the
sky.