Homians revisited, Part I: Sleeping with the enemy.
By J. Allan J. - jallanj@yahoo.dk
A Homian and an Amazon share a night of ball-busting and sexual submission.


Quick notes by author:

About the story:
This story takes off from where Homians 9 by Hardie finished. It 
borrows certain names of characters and geographical places, but the 
mindset of the two stories are totally different and it's not meant 
as a sequel.

The Hardie series describe how the Amazons massacre the armies of 
Homia, thereby leaving the Homian nation completely defenceless. 

About Amazons:
It is a general misunderstanding that the Amazons would cut off their 
right breast; in Greek language Amazon means 'missing breast'. A 
correct of the interpretation of the word would be 'killers of men' 
or 'fights like men'.

About Religion:
In my story the Amazons worship Mother Nature, although the common 
belief is, that they worshipped the virgin goddess of hunting Artemis 
and Ares, the god of war.

About smoking:
I let the leading characters in my story smoke pipe-weed (with kind 
regards to Tolkien) despite the fact, that smoking was not known in 
Europe, until Columbus came back from visiting the Indians in 
America.


The story:


The Homians plead for peace:

The horrid story of the piles of thousands of naked dead Homian 
warriors struck the Homian senators with fear. The report of the 
senate representatives sent shock waves through the house of 
'Honoured Men', which was the official name for the democratic senate 
of the Homian nation, where only men were allowed to vote and 
considered being 'honoured' enough to be elected to the senate.

With their entire fighting force butchered to the last man, the 
Homian nation could now only rely on the remaining auxiliary and 
mercenary forces to protect their borders from assault from their 
barbaric neighbouring tribes.

The senate of Homia agreed, that the king should approach queen Heta 
of Amazonia (always referred to as the 'evil queen' in the Homian 
senate) and negotiate a peace treaty, that would grant the Amazonian 
nation any land claims that they might have in order to avoid an 
upcoming invasion from the Amazonian barbarians. 

The Homian nation was now caught between a rock and a hard place - a 
desperate situation, which called for desperate actions. So the 
closest advisors of the king suggested that the king should also 
secretly negotiate with the barbarian nations to the west and promise 
them gold, food supplies and young women to rape and torture in 
exchange for leaving the Homian nation in peace.

The senate of Homia sent a delegation to Amazonia, which consisted of 
both leading senators and their wives, which were for the time being, 
were considered as the leading women of Homia. The Homian males 
waited outside the city gates of the Amazonian capital Themiskyra, 
while the Homian women proceeded inside.

At the start of the negotiation the women of Homia took the word and 
stated clearly that the nation of Homia no longer posed any threat to 
Amazonia and that Homia would concentrate any remaining mercenary 
fighting forces on the border to the barbaric tribes to the west of 
Homia. This would leave the nation of Homia open to any attack from 
the Amazonian nation to the east, but they would rely on Amazonian 
goodwill to bring peace between their two great nations.

Furthermore the Homian delegation promised that the males of Homia 
would grant equal rights to the women of their nation and also allow 
any freeborn Homian woman at least 16 years - regardless of opinion 
of family and husbands - to immigrate to the Amazonian nation to 
become subjects of Amazonia and be trained as warriors, civil 
servants or whatever.

The nation of Amazonia was now growing more confident and arrogant 
now that they had massacred all Homian armies so their once great 
nation now lay open for any Amazonian retaliation. The council of the 
Amazonian 'evil queen' was now pleading for expansion of the 
Amazonian queendom. The rich Homian nation should be forced to pay 
heavy tributes each year in exchange for peace. This wealth should 
then be spent to enslave the barbaric neighbours of Amazonia.

The 'evil queen' Heta of Amazonia declared an immediate armistice, so 
that the Homians could take of their dead fathers and sons and give 
them a proper burial. She also promised to sign a peace treaty with 
the Homian delegation in two months time, if the Homian nation kept 
their promise regarding the Homian women.

To everyone's surprise she did not make any claims on land nor did 
she demand tribute in exchange for peace. However she did insist, 
that only the female Homian representatives were allowed to sign the 
actual peace document.

Queen Heta also suggested that there would be a celebration after the 
signing of the treaty, where the Homian nation should be represented 
by their political and military leaders, so that they could observe 
female rule first hand.

Back home the news from the Homian delegation brought cheers of 
relief in the senate. The leading senators gladly stepped down from 
office and left their seats to their wives. However the men would 
still continue to meet and debate in their private homes and their 
wives would then present their husbands ideas and suggestions as 
their own in the Homian senate, where the remaining male senators 
wouldn't speak at all.

However for the Amazonian observers, who understood nothing about 
democratic processes, everything went according to foundations of the 
peace treaty.

Then the king proceeded to send secret emissaries to their barbaric 
neighbours in the west to avoid an invasion and - if possible - 
recruit mercenaries to replenish the lost armies of Homia.

On the day of signing of the peace treaty between Homia and Amazonia, 
the delegation from Homia arrived promptly at the Amazonia capital 
Themiskyra. The women were now senators and they were followed by 
their husbands and a group of Homian officers. For the first time 
ever they would now be admitted in the heart of the Amazonia nation.


Lieutenant Lucius:

Among the Homian officers was a young Homian lieutenant by the name 
of Lucius. He was in charge of the 'Honoured Legion', which were a 
small army of 200 men, who served as bodygards of the Homian senators 
and emissaries on their travels, guarded the Homian senate building 
from intruders and kept order inside the senate. They also served as 
'nightwatchmen' (public police-force in ancient Greece) in the Homian 
capital Thermodonus.

As these soldiers were actually never expected go to into real war, 
Lucius' position was considered low status among other Homian 
officers. But recently he had actually fought a minor skirmish 
against an Amazon platoon - and won.

When the Homian senate received no news for three full days from the 
army, which had just marched against the Amazons, the senate grew 
worried and send out delegates and scouts on the same route of the 
advancing Homian army. Lieutenant Lucius commanded the small band of 
soldiers, who protected the senate representatives.

As the scouts reported back the gruesome sight of crows picking out 
the eyes of thousands of naked dead Homian soldiers, the senate 
delegates was shocked with disbelief. After a short discussion, they 
gave the order to advance to the Appian pass (Homians 9), in order to 
make an inspection themselves and then return to the senate to 
present a report based on their own eyewitnesses - as were the 
correct procedure to follow.

The senate delegates saw the gruesome sight for themselves and some 
puked their breakfast up. Lieutenant Lucius grew cold inside and gave 
the order to return back to the Homian senate as quickly as possible. 
He felt unsafe in this area, where so many Homians had died before 
him.

But they were spotted by an Amazon scout, who quickly reported back 
to the nearest Amazon outpost. The outpost commander Myria, who 
herself had participated in the recent massacre in the mountain pass, 
was tickled with bloodlust by the thought of fresh Homians nearby.

As the Homians were no threat to the Amazonian nation, she did not 
report this back to Themiskyra. Instead she called out a platoon of 
mounted warriors to pursue the Homian senate delegates.

Although the Homians had hastened to get back to the Homian mainland, 
the senate delegates slowed them down, as they were not used to the 
saddle. Lucius kept his scouts on full alert in order to avoid being 
taken by surprise by the any potential pursuing Amazons.

Suddenly one of the scouts came rushing back and with a fearstriken 
voice announced "The Amazons are coming."

The senate delegates started to panic and pleaded that they must flee 
quickly. But Lieutenant Lucius kept his head and instructed the scout 
to slowly report what he had seen. He estimated the size of the 
pursuers to be approximately 20 warriors on horseback and by speed of 
the amazons they would catch up with them within the hour.

As Lucius could choose the battleground, he inspected the terrain and 
decided to move his men along with the senators to a nearby hilltop, 
which they had just enough time to reach. Here they would await the 
attack of the Amazon horsewomen.

Lucius had had 30 men under his command and therefore stronger in 
numbers, but most of his men (himself included) were not battleworn 
as they had only engaged highwaymen and lowlife brigands. To face 
well trained Amazon warriors could easily strike panic into his men 
and if that happened they would be doomed. 

Lucius knew that the Amazon platoon would be lightly armoured. His 
men were mostly foreign mercenaries from the north, who were trained 
to use both sword and bow from horseback and on the ground. But he 
also had spearmen as auxiliary troops and they had battle experience. 
He reckoned that they would be the key to victory on this day.

When commander Myria arrived at the foot of the hill, where Lucius 
had just settled on the top, she quickly made up her battle plan. As 
the pathetic Homian males were properly already wetting their 
underwear by now, she decided to split up her platoon into two 
sections, which would attack the Homian from two sides. As she had 
seen Homians fleeing blindly for their life before, she reckoned that 
this would happen again once she initiated her attack.

Lucius had instructed that the senate delegates would be placed in 
the middle of his formation, firmly protected by large shields 
together with his archers, who remained mounted, so they could fire 
over the head of the shortswordmen, who dismounted and acted as the 
frontline in both sides of his formation. He gave the order that the 
spearmen should keep out of sight and hide among the senators, so his 
army would appear to be consisting of only bowmen and swordsmen 
protecting useless unarmed senate delegates.

Myria was only concerned about the archers of her opponent, because 
she was well aware of the fact, that she had sacrificed the safety of 
heavy plating for fast-moving light armour.

She reckoned that if she concentrated her first wave of attack on the 
archers of her opponent, she would win the day. She felt, that a few 
Amazon casualties were well worth capturing the Homian senators, whom 
they could torture to death and the sight of their naked and tortured 
corpses impaled on wooden stakes would strike fear and break any 
fighting spirit left in the Homian nation.

Before commander Myria sent her troops up the hilltop, she instructed 
them to simply ride down the shortswordmen at the front and then 
strike down the Homian archers. Once their formations were broken, 
the pathetic Homians would panic and flee.

As the Amazons advanced up the hill on horseback the Homian archers 
fired upon them. As foreseen they could catch most of their arrows 
with their shields, because the Homians and their mercenaries from 
the north did not fully master the secrets of bowmanship.

The Amazon platoon drove forwards from both sides in order to crush 
their enemies in a hammer and anvil move, but just before they reach 
the Homian formation, Lucius gave the order and the swordsmen at the 
front were quickly replaced by spearmen, who drove their spears into 
the unprotected underbelly of the Amazon warhorses.

The Amazons fell to the ground and were quickly were slain by the 
Homian shortswordmen. The horsewomen at the back of the Amazon 
formations were able to turn their horses, when they saw what the 
spearmen did to the horsewomen in the front. But they had to take 
punishment from the Homian archers, who fired relentlessly upon them.  

With tears of rage Commander Myria saw her sisters go down without 
being able to penetrate the formation of the Homians, which showed to 
be more persistent than any males she had ever come across. When the 
two formations that she had dispatched returned, only eight 
horsewomen were now at full fighting force. The rest had either 
perished to the Homian resistance or their horses had taken too much 
punishment, that they were no longer able to perform any offensive 
action.

Myria was caught in a stalemate situation. She could not defeat her 
opponent without reinforcements, because she had left her archers 
back at the barracks. Her remaining fighting force could only protect 
her from attack her Homian opponent. She let her warhorse trot back 
and forth at the foot of the hill, while she tried to figure out her 
next move.

On the hilltop Lieutenant Lucius was struggling not to give in to the 
seduction of warfare. He now knew that he had the upper hand against 
the remains of the Amazonian platoon, but his job was foremost to 
protect the senate delegates. Therefore he would order his men to 
stand their ground. He knew that they could not stay on this hilltop 
forever because the Amazons might have called for reinforcements. As 
his opponent hesitated on their next move, he called his archers to 
send a volley of arrows at the Amazons, who gathered at the foot of 
the hill. 

The volley of arrows did little damage - however due to their 
vulnerable position - small cuts were fatal for the Amazons. One 
arrow struck down on a warhorse and crippled it. Another penetrated 
the thigh one of her warriors. Although this wound was far from 
fatal, this Amazon would not be able to fight at full force. This 
would mean that while the Amazonian fighting force would slowly be 
decimated by Homian arrows, Luciusī force would on the other hand 
remain at full strength. Only question was how long he could remain 
here, before his archers would run out of arrows or his opponent 
would receive reinforcements.

Commander Myria then decided to move her remaining troops further 
back from the foothill to avoid the arrows from Lucius archers.

Lieutenant Lucius and his shortswordmen had swiftly killed the Amazon 
warriors, who had fell to the ground on the hilltop. But one Amazon 
girl was caught under her horse, which had suffered a wound to the 
underbelly and wouldn't get up. Lucius was trotting around her with 
his bloodstained sword in hand, unable to make up his mind what to do 
about the wounded girl, who suffered a broken leg and a blow to the 
head as she fell to ground, however none of her wounds would be 
fatal.

He would like nothing more than to cut her belly wide open and let 
her guts ooze out on the ground. However, she was now no longer any 
threat to the Homians and he was reluctant to use his sword on a 
defenceless creature.

Although he still had visions of the piles naked dead Homians, he 
decided to let the wounded Amazon girl loose. He kicked the fallen 
warhorse on the buttocks. The horse just grunted, but showed no 
response. Then he tapped the buttock with the point of his sword. As 
the horse still refused to get up, he then persistently put the point 
of his sword into its buttocks, until it finally gave in and with a 
loud grunt rose to it's feet.

The right leg of the wounded Amazonian girl pointed in the wrong 
direction, but else she showed no sign of other wounds. According to 
her face she would properly be only around 16 of age. Most likely she 
would already have squeezed the life out of several weak males, who 
were unable to even defend themselves.

His second in command Varus came up to him and suggested that they 
should torture the wounded Amazon in order that her desperate cries 
for help would lure the remaining Amazons at the foot of the hill to 
engage another fatal push to their stronghold at the hilltop.

This thought had already crossed Lucius' mind, cause this was the 
oldest trick from the scrolls of strategy. However the Amazons would 
most likely just turn the blind eye (or rather deaf ear) to the 
wounded Amazon's cries for help, as they were raised to show no mercy 
to their enemies and have no feelings towards sisters in peril.

The wounded Amazon started to crawl away, when the horse had risen. 
She was disorientated and had most likely suffered a concussion, 
because she started crawling in the wrong direction away from her 
Amazonian sisters.

Varus firmly grabbed his arm.
"Sir, this is not the time to show mercy. We have all seen what these 
lowlife scums have done to our people. Let me have her. It would be 
my honour to make her scream and whimper like no cunt has screamed 
before. The remaining Amazon scum at the foot of the hill will 
quickly be lured into charging at us again and then we can finish 
them of and return home safely."

Lucius grabbed his trusted friend and fellow wardog by the neck and 
held his face close to his.

"Old friend." he softly spoke. "I would never question your ability 
to make any Amazon cunt squirm like the pigs they truly are. However 
this is not the day for squirming pigs."

"We are more civilized than them - and we must stay that way. If I 
wake up one morning and find, that we have sunk to their lack of 
humanity then I shall kill myself, cause then barbarism would have 
won the day - regardless of Homian or Amazonian victory."

"We will let this Amazon scumbag crawl away today, while we bring our 
senators to safety. They are the ones we set out to protect on the 
sunrise of this day and they are the ones, that we will bring home 
safely, when the sun set on this day."

"We shall avenge our butchered brothers soon enough, but not today. 
This is a day of retreat. I'm sorry, but that's the way it has to be.
I prey that Zeus will guide us through these dark times."

Lucius gave the order to slowly retreat downhill in the opposite 
direction of the remaining Amazons. His archers and spearmen would 
still be able to prevent any attack from the Amazonian horsewomen.
He took the bridle of the wounded warhorse and walked to the wounded 
Amazon girl. He stopped her crawling with his foot and pointed in the 
correct direction.

"Amazon scum!" he scolded her. "Crawl back into the wormhole, which 
spat you out. Tell the people of your brute nation, that you were 
shown mercy today, where you two days ago showed NONE."
Lucius shouted the last word and threw the bridle in the face of the 
Amazon girl and then mounted his own horse.

He drew his sword and pointed it directly at Commander Myria. She 
took this as a challenge to a one-to-one combat and spurred her 
horse. She was both puzzled and insulted, when she saw Lucius quickly 
turn his horse and raced downhill to the safety of his men. He would 
then return his senators home safely to deliver the ill news of the 
total destruction of Herculum's army, while Myria took her dead and 
wounded Amazon warriors home.


The celebration of the peace treaty:

The female Homian senators drew lots to settle which of them should 
sign the peace treaty. When the signing was done in the castle 
courtyard, queen Heta of Amazonia invited the Homians to stay and 
celebrate the peace treaty.

The Homian women were all dressed in their best party gowns and the 
male senators were wearing a ceremonial cloth for celebrations. The 
Homian military personnel were all dressed in ceremonial uniforms. 
They wore daggers, which belong to the uniform, but else were 
unarmed. The Amazonian officers and warriors at the party had 
likewise put their weapons away and wore only daggers or small 
ceremonial swords. The bodyguard of the Homian delegation was 50 of 
Lucius' men, who waited outside the city gates.

At the party Lucius and Varus felt alienated amongst the other Homian 
officers. Their friends from the war academy had all perished in the 
recent catastrophic wars against Amazonia. The other officers in the 
delegation were either older than their own fathers; veterans in the 
midst forties, who had already retired from military service when 
they turned forty, but now had been called back from retirement. Or 
young boys at the age sixteen, who had not yet finished their 
training at the royal war academy of Homia.

They were all scraped together to make up appearances, that the 
Homian nation was still able to defend itself. The paunches of the 
old men bulged out of their uniforms and made them look like clowns, 
when they walked in the courtyard. And the uniforms, which were 
suited for grown men, hanged so loose on the young boys, that it made 
them look like scarecrows.
A pitiful looking lot.

Lucius and his friend had both graduated from war academy together 
eight years ago and were now 26 of age. No longer boys but far from 
matured, as both had stayed unmarried and were enjoying their 
bachelor life to full extent. However this would soon end because the 
Homian nation now was flooded with war-widows, and their families 
were already planning on how the exploit this tragic situation.

Varus was tall and had wide shoulders. His arms bulged with muscles, 
which he had developed over the years from handling a large shield 
and jabbing his heavy spear, which he could drive through any 
barbarian armour. He had blond hair and piecing blue eyes. He looked 
like any typical Homian soldier.

Lucius had brown hair and green eyes. In the company of his friend he 
looked slender and small. Although well-build and muscular, he had 
not developed bulging muscles as he only used his shortsword and a 
light shield. This had made it possible for him to quickly take out 
his Amazon opponents, when they fell from their horses.

They both felt humiliated by the peace treaty with the Amazons and 
were not informed of this was just a smokescreen to win more time, 
because they were not members of the Homian high command. Had they 
known, that their king planned a reckless alliance with the brute 
nations to the west, they would have been equally disgusted, because 
they also loathed the barbarian tribes to the west.

Their eyes ran full of tears, when they saw their honoured male 
senators grovel at the presence of the Amazonian 'evil queen'. At the 
signing of the treaty, they demonstrated their silent protest by 
standing with their backs turned during the ceremony. However they 
were promptly ordered by a leading Homian senator to behave 
themselves and not run the risk of upsetting their hosts.

Instead they took to consume the food and drink, which the Amazonians 
had lined up in the palace courtyard. The Homians were served beer, 
but it was not to the liking of Lucius and his friend.
"They must have brewed this beer on their own piss." said Varus and 
giggled.

"Or they just pissed in it, before they served it to us." replied his 
friend. The Amazonians fully mastered the art of warfare, but they 
still lacked skills in the art of brewing beer. Lucius put his mug on 
the table.

"Come on, let's get a decent drink." he strolled across the courtyard 
to where the Amazons were served their vine.
"I doubt that they would piss in their own drinks, so we will drink 
from theirs."

They both bowed courteous lightly to any Amazon that would look at 
them on their way to the vine stand. Lucius politely asked for drinks 
for himself and his friend and they were served two large cups of 
fine red wine. The Amazonians standing nearby decided to test the 
humility of the two Homians, who had decided to mingle with them. 
They raised their cups to the Varus and Lucius.
"To the queen!"

The smiles frowned in the Homians face, but Lucius kept his cool.
"To the queen. And good health to you, noble ladies." he said calmly 
and started to drink. His words had not tasted good, but the wine was 
excellent, so they did not leave a bad taste in his mouth. He 
finished his cup and asked for one more.

He began strolling around the courtyard with his huge friend 
following right behind him. Varus felt uneasy now that they were 
completely surrounded by Amazons. Lucius was relaxed and looked 
shamelessly at their beautiful faces. Suddenly he came across a 
familiar face, when he noticed the wounded Amazon from the hilltop, 
who now walked with a slight limp.

He walked straight up to her and bowed.
"How's your leg, citizen of Amazonia?" he asked politely. "Your wound 
looks completely healed."

"My leg is just fine, thanks for asking." was her courteous reply. 
But then she muttered so only Lucius and Varus could her. "Don't 
expect my thanks, Homian scum. I did not ask to be spared on that 
hilltop."

"No, but I spared you anyways, and I don't expect thanks from lowlife 
barbarian." Lucius' words were getting harsher, but were still spoken 
with a muted voice, while they kept the frowned smiles on there 
faces, so they still appeared to be having a courteous conversation.

"Where is your commanding officer? I would like to see her." Lucius 
asked persistently.
"Bad idea, Homian worm, if you value your life and limps intact." she 
now snared.

"My personal well-being is my own affair, thank you. Now is she here, 
or what?" The smiles had now disappeared and they starred coldly at 
each other.

Varus was now trembling with fear of what his commanding officer was 
getting himself into. His hand now was firmly stuck close to the 
handle of his dagger. It was foolish enough that Lucius had 
approached the Amazon girl, who broke her leg on the hilltop, but now 
he was apparently planning to take on her commanding officer. 

"She's here. If you would follow me, please." Her tone was now civil 
again, because she now anticipated that there would be a duel to the 
death in the courtyard.

Varus stepped forward showed his big arm around Lucius waist.
"As your lifelong friend, I cannot let you proceed with this madness. 
What are you thinking, taking on one of the Amazons in their own 
backyard? If you challenge her, you will be in deep peril, and even 
if you win, they will just butcher us all, before our men can come to 
our aid from outside the city. You told me on the hilltop, that our 
job is to protect our noble senators and not to take on foolish 
adventures."

"Old friend, please trust me." Lucius tried to calm his friend, who 
was losing his nerves. "I did not come to fight today. I will just 
have a quick word with her and then we will be off, all right?"

"Quick word, my ass, I don't believe that." Varus was far from 
convinced. "I know that you are up to something. When you are in this 
mood, it usually rains devastation before the evening is over!"

Lucius put his fist on the chest of his friend and spoke softly.
"Varus, I would never let my closest friend or our noble senators get 
hurt on my account. Nobody dies tonight, Homians or Amazons. And now 
I go."

"Fine, go if you must, but I will come with you." Varus let him go 
and stepped back. Lucius leaned towards his friend and whispered.
"You must promise not to draw steel, regardless of what happens, not 
unless I give you this signal". He held his fist up with thumb and 
forefinger out and the rest of the fingers clenched. "Should you need 
my help then do the same."

"If you boys are finished kissing and hugging, then perhaps we could 
move on?" the Homians ignored her insult and followed to the side of 
the courtyard, where several amazons sat drinking their wine at 
wooden tables.

She walked up to a table, where an Amazon captain was drinking with 
two privates. When she saw the girl and the Homians approaching, she 
dismissed the soldiers at the table and sat with a strange smile on 
her face as they arrived.

"These Homians wish to see you, captain." said Lydia.

"I am Commander Myria." said the captain. "And you have already met 
my adjutant Lydia. Now, who is it that wishes to see me?"

"I am Lieutenant Lucius of Homia and this is my long-life friend 
Captain Varus." Lucius answered her courteous. "We met briefly on a 
hilltop some months back. Could I have a word, please?"

"Well now, please sit down, Lucius of Homia. Lydia, please bring our 
guest some wine." She had noticed the Lucius had already finished his 
cup and Varus had spilled most of his with his trembling hands, when 
they walked across the courtyard. Lydia came back with a jug of vine, 
which she sat down on the table with a little slam. She was clearly 
unhappy with having to serve lowlife Homians.

Lucius sat down in front of Myria, while Varus and Lydia would remain 
standing at each end of the table. The pieces were in place - The 
game could begin.

Myria took Lucius' cup and poured a little wine, which she drank 
herself, just as a symbolic gesture to verify, that it had not been 
poisoned. She filled it up and pushed it towards Lucius, then poured 
her own cup. She also poured the cups of Varus and Lydia, but they 
would not touch their drinks, so Lucius and Myria drank alone.

Myria raised her cup towards Lucius and looked him straight in the 
eye.
"To the queen".

Lucius had already had a few drinks and now disregarded the insults. 
He return her gaze and repeated "To the queen", as if he was saying 
'good morning' or similar.

When returning her gaze, he noticed, that she was a very attractive 
woman in the beginning of her thirties. She had flaming red hair and 
enchanting eyes. Her shoulders were now much wider, than when she was 
a girl and the years of warfare had developed muscles on her upper 
arms and chest. He began to wonder how she would look in the nude.

"Well, Homian. Last time we met you first asked me to dance, but then 
you ran off and left me dangling alone on the dance floor, you 
naughty lad." Her tone was teasing, but the words were also 
threatening.

As they would now begin to discuss the events of their first 
encounter, the look on Varus' face grew desperate, while Lydia had a 
huge smile on her face. Now blood would soon be spilled and more 
pathetic Homians would die.

"Well, then I beg your forgiveness, I only raised my sword to salute 
a worthy and brave opponent on the battlefield. I never meant any 
disrespect." Lucius spoke in a humble voice, but she was not quite 
sure, if the cocky Homian was honest or if he was full of bullshit.
As Myria was unsure, how to reply to his excuses, Lucius just 
continued.
"However, if you still feel that we have a score to settle, then 
please allow me."

Then he slowly produced his dagger and put it in from of Myria. Then 
he put his left hand in front of her with his palm down and fingers 
spread vide.

"Would you do the honour of joining me in a little game of courage 
and precision? The rules are simple:
You tab the dagger round my hand for as long as you see fit. Should I 
move my hand, then you win. Should you draw my blood, than I win. You 
may use my own dagger to play with.
Are we clear on the rules, Commander Myria?" Lucius looked straight 
at her and then drank from his cup.

"Perfectly clear, but what are the stakes of your game?" Myria asked.

"Simple, we shall do each others bidding. What would you have me do, 
should I loose this game?" Lucius asked.

"Then you shall go to our noble queen and pay homage to her by 
throwing yourself flat to the ground and kiss her feet!" clearly she 
had noticed how he turned his back to the queen, when the peace 
treaty was signed.

"And I shall do it without hesitation. Now for my bidding." said 
Lucius. His voice was getting cockier.

"Which is?" Myria was getting impatient and wanted to get this over 
with.

"I want to have sex with thy." was Lucius' prompt response.

"What???, you pathetic, insulate male pig." Myria's face turned grey 
with hatred from the insult. "How dare you make such a request. Your 
kind of lovemaking is strictly taboo here!."

"Calm yourself, Commander Myria." Lucius' voice was polite but stern.
"I never said anything about 'lovemaking'. Do you take for an 
ignorant fool? I humbly ask for the honour of servicing you orally 
like any of your fortunate slaves have pleased you before me. I shall 
ask no favours for myself. Only that I'm alive and able to walk away 
with all limps intact in the morning."

Lucius noticed that the hatred had disappeared from Myria's face and 
was replaced by disbelief. She had several men pleasuring her before, 
but that was only at the brink of their deaths. However, a pathetic 
male who pleaded to be allowed to service her orally, was certainly 
uncharted territory to her.

He leaned forward and spoke softly to her face.
"It seems, that I - yet again - have insulted thy. And yet again, it 
was never my intention. Now, it is my impression that you and I are 
both intelligent and civilized people, but yet we continue to insult 
each other, while we are having a courteous conversation at a 
friendly dinner party, which is given to celebrate a peace treaty 
between our two great nations. This does not bode well for the future 
of this newfound peace, my dear Commander Myria."

Lucius was speaking like one the many emissaries, which he had 
escorted on their way to the north to negotiate alliances, or one of 
the senators, who were pleading with the opposition to make them see 
their way. Varus knew then that Lucius was determined to crawl into 
her bed. He didn't see why, but that was Lucius' own affair. When it 
came to sex, they didn't share the same taste.

"And now, shall we dance?" Lucius put his hand down again with a 
little slap.
"So we shall." Myria smiled and picked up his dagger.

She started out by delivering ten fast stabs to the wood close to his 
hand, while looking straight into his eyes. Lucius didn't move a 
muscle and kept smiling back at her.

Then she picked up the pace and jabbed the dagger into the wood 
around Lucius' hand faster and faster, getting closing and closing to 
cutting his flesh. But no matter how close the blade got to his 
fingers, Lucius remained frozen, except the smile on his face got 
bigger, as he nonchalant raised his cup to his lips and took a sip of 
wine.

Feeling a cramp starting in her arm, Myria thought it best to stop.
"Not bad, Homian, not bad" she said. "If servicing me orally is what 
you crave so bad, then I might be willing to humour you. But only if 
you don't move your hand, because this game is not finished yet."

She put her hand around Lucius' neck and gently pulled his face 
towards hers, engaging him in a kiss. In exact same moment their lips 
met, she drove the dagger down, penetrating his hand and buried the 
steel deep into the wood, leaving his hand firmly nailed to the 
table. She muffled Lucius screams of pain by showing her tongue deep 
into his mouth and kept him in place with one hand behind his neck, 
while she grabbed his arm of the wounded hand with the other to 
prevent him from accidentally ripping the flesh of his tortured hand.

Lucius quickly regained his senses and put up his hand towards Varus 
and signalled that he was all right. Then he started kissing Myria 
back. When they finished kissing, she removed the dagger and gently 
whispered in his ear.
"That was for slaying of my sisters on that hilltop." and then she 
raised the bloodstained dagger to his eyes.

"Oh, dear." she cooed. "I have shed the poor Homian's blood, naughty 
me." then she licked all the blood from his dagger and put it down in 
front of him when it was completely clean.

"Well, I have lost our little game. So do you still wish to follow me 
to bed, Homian?"

"Yes, ma'am, more than ever." Lucius replied.

Myria took her own dagger and then cut herself in the palm of her 
hand, and then she grabbed the wounded hand of Lucius and held it 
firmly, so their blood would mingle.

"As we are now 'blood-sisters', all unfinished business from our past 
are hereby closed." Myria proclaimed. "Now you may accompany me to my 
house. Let us go now." She took his hand and they both walked quietly 
out the palace back-gate into the city.

However, their departure from the party was far from unnoticed. All 
the Amazons that they passed on their way to the palace gate, turned 
their heads to watch this strange spectacle: An Amazon with a strange 
smile on her face accompanied by Homian with a cocky attitude, who 
firmly squeezed his thumb and index-finger on the wound of his hand 
to stop the bleeding.

The Amazons giggled and wagered whether Lucius would still be alive 
in the morning or which body part he would loose during the night.

Lydia looked disappointed as a little child, who had anticipated a 
big present for her birthday and then got no present at all, while 
Varus was very relieved and smiled to himself.

"We should have sent Lucius out to face the Amazon army single-handed 
instead of that 'shit-for-brains' Herculum (Homians 9). Lucius could 
have persuaded them to lay down their arms and then he gladly would 
have performed orally servitude on them all". He started giggling as 
he imagined poor old Lucius performing cunnilingus on thousands of 
horny Amazons.

Cunnilingus was taboo in Homia and considered revolting and 
disgraceful. Varus knew very well of his friend secret passion, which 
he only performed outside of Homia or under strictly secretive 
circumstances. Lucius' farther had taught him that 'public opinion' 
doesn't count in private bedrooms. Only codex that every man must 
follow was 'keeping up appearances and no public scandal'.

As soon as Lucius reach puberty, he began practising his sexual 
fantasies with the female slaves of his family's household.

Varus had a secret private passion of his own. He yearned for sex 
with other males. Homo-sexuality was not only taboo, but also 
punishable by death in Homia. Soon after the two boys became friends 
at the war academy, Varus made some clumsy attempts to caress him and 
whisper passionate words in Lucius' ear one night they were 
practising sword-training after-hours.

Due to his relaxed view of sexual experiments, Lucius didn't object 
to the sexual advances from his newfound friend and suggested, that 
they could wank each other off in the bath. However they started to 
giggle and then they gave up their forbidden sexual adventure.

Lucius never ratted on his friend's secret, nor would he ever mention 
this incident again. He just informed his friend, that 'keeping up 
appearances' was the codex to follow and the bond between the two 
friends was from hereafter unbreakable.

During the wars with barbaric tribes to the west Varus would often 
enjoy his secret passion with handsome young prisoners of war, whom 
he 'interrogated' in his own private champers. Afterwards he would 
send them back with some fresh bruises in their faces or broken 
fingers. Never as an act of cruelty, but simply keeping up 
appearances like his friend had instructed him.

Whenever he returned from yet another successful campaign against the 
barbaric tribes in the west - rich on war-booty and sexually sated, 
he would always look up Lucius, who usually was on guard-duty at the 
senate. Lucius would sit and carefully listen to the debates and 
observing the senator's behaviour.

He had learned that the arguments of the speakers stand did in fact 
not count as much as the face-to-face negotiation in the corridors of 
the senate building. So any senator, who knew how to make the right 
promises to the right people at the right time, would always win the 
debate over any oratorical genius.

When Varus was away, Lucius would often sit at the library and read 
books and scrolls about military history and tactics. 

The two friends would always take to drink heavily and tour the 
city's beer halls, where Varus would tell tales of the latest 
barbaric tribes that he had vanquished, while Lucius would tell of 
his trips to the north accompanying senators and emissaries, where he 
would meet strange new people. Varus would never get to know any 
strange new people, he just killed them - or in his own words; 
"Fuck'em and kill'em." Then the two of them would laugh their asses 
off, but later on there would always be riots and fistfights.

Lucius' colours of the senator's bodyguard were always mocked by the 
officers of the regular Homian army as the 'Colours of Cowards', 
which he usually ignored. But on the nights when they were out 
celebrated Varus' latest achievements, testosterone would be running 
high and Lucius would always stand tall and defend his colours and 
take on opponents twice his size.

Varus cared little for these foolish barroom fights and acted more 
like a ring-referee, because he would always be sated by warfare and 
had no need of childish display of manhood. When he thought that 
Lucius' opponent had had enough (or if Lucius was in trouble), he 
would step in and stop the fight.
"Gentlemen, please stop this. Save your wrath for the enemy, we are 
all Homians, aren't we?"

Then he would hurl Lucius out into the street, where he would 
instruct him on how to improve his fist fighting tactics and skills. 
Lucius always respected his friend's calls and listened carefully to 
his instructions. Then they would come back into the barroom and 
Lucius would humble himself to the man, which he had fought and the 
opponents would then shake hands like true Homian gentlemen. Lucius 
was always keen on never to leave bad blood behind him.

Then the two friends would leave and head for the next beer hall, 
where the same spectacle would repeat itself. And when the night 
finally came to and end, they would stand in the back-alleys and piss 
up each legs, while they were giggling like little boys. 

But one night Varus told his friend that he and his company of 
spearmen would soon be joining the newly raised Homian army, which 
would march against Amazonia under the leadership of Herculum.

Lucius' face grew pale. He couldn't believe that the king had 
appointed him general, cause he knew Herculum to be ignorant brute. 
Brave he was, but this kind of warrior belonged in the front of the 
formation at the frontline, because he knew nothing of battle-
tactics.

Lucius demanded that Varus and his men returned to his camp in the 
west at once. Varus informed Lucius, that the whole Homian army in 
the west was on the march to join the army of Herculum, so that was 
not an option.

Lucius then insisted that Varus and his 50 spearmen would join his 
'Honoured Legion', because that was the only way he could save his 
friend. He promised that Varus would be made his second in command 
and that he would pay him tribute out of his own pocket to compensate 
the lost income of war-booty.

Varus was reluctant leave the army at first, but when he saw the 
tears in the eyes of his lifelong friend, he agreed to join him for a 
year, but only if his men could serve as auxiliary troops for Lucius 
'Honoured Legion', so they would keep their uniforms and Varus would 
keep his rank in the regular army. If Herculum were indeed able to 
press deep into Amazon territory, then Varus and his men could join 
him later as part of reinforcements.

And so it came, that the spearmen of Varus was there to save the day 
for Lucius at the hilltop.

Sending Lucius well on his way to bed with Myria, Varus turned and 
headed back to join the other Homians, but froze when he saw that 
Lydia was blocking his 'retreat'. She just stood there looking at 
him, discreetly tapping the handle of her dagger. Not looking for 
trouble, he then tried to go round in a circle to avoid her, but 
trouble was looking for him and Lydia followed him from the distance, 
still blocking his retreat.

The commanding officers had settled their accounts, but Lydia was 
determined that the adjutants would have words instead. Varus saw no 
way to escape, so he calmed himself and decided to simply let her 
have her way and slowly walked up to her.
"Are we finished?", he asked in a civil tone.

She rose to her toes, so she was sure that he could hear her muted 
voice.
"No matter what torture-techniques you would have undertaken, I would 
never have humiliated myself by screaming for help, you Homian scum."

"Possibly, but now we shall never know." Varus ignored her eager for 
confrontation and kept a civil tone. "Now, if you will excuse me, 
young lady, I have a party to attend to." 

"Very well." she said and stepped aside.

When Varus moved forward, Lydia made a quick combination of grabbing 
his hand, which prevented him from drawing his own dagger while with 
her other hand, she would shove her own dagger in his throat.

"No, please ..." Varus almost screamed, but Lydia just tickled him at 
the base of the throat. She had not drawn her dagger after all.

"Enjoy the party then, but you should change your underwear." Lydia 
taunted him and giggled as Varus had wetted his underwear, when she 
went for his throat.

Angered by this humiliation he turned towards her with the hand on 
his dagger. But he restrained himself and using the traditional 
Homian gesture he showed his empty palms, while moving his body 
around, so everybody could see that he neither had drawn steel.

He then made it safely back to the Homian section of the courtyard, 
but as he and Lucius had broken the ice, more people now mingled 
freely around the courtyard. Varus went straight to the outhouse and 
relieved himself and removed his underwear. When he got back he took 
to drink the Amazonian beer - despite its bad taste.



Lucius and Myria spend the night together:

The sun was sinking low, when Myria and Lucius walked out into the 
streets of the Amazonian capital Themiskyra. Lucius noticed an Amazon 
accompanied by her male slave, who walked silent one step behind his 
mistress. Lucius was eager to fit in, so he adopted the same attitude 
and he stayed silent unless spoken too, while they made their way to 
Myria's house.

When they arrived Myria stopped at the door.
"Homian, when you enter my house, you must do my bidding. Should you 
try and force or trick your worthless cock into me, then you shall 
loose your manhood. Is that clear?"

"That is perfectly clear." said Lucius. "I never intended to 
undertake such stupid adventures. Actually I would prefer, if you 
would tie my hands, so that there will be no misunderstandings and 
that I will be complete at your mercy."

"Oh, you are at my mercy already, Homian - armed or unarmed - tied up 
or untied." said Myria. "However, if this is what you want, then I 
shall humour you on this point. And now you may enter my house."

When they got inside, Myria led him to the bedroom, where she 
produced a jar with salve for treating wounds.

"Let me see your hand." The bleeding had stopped and the wound had 
closed up. The dagger had gone through his hand without casing any 
bone fracture. She gently rubbed the wound with the salve and did the 
same to the wound in her own hand.

"Let me see your other hand." she studied the lines in the palm of 
his right hand for a minute or two.

"Well, now. I see a long unbroken lifeline, three children and 
prosperity. However, the way you were acting up in palace courtyard, 
one would assume that you are looking for anything but long life or 
children - unless you already have produced them." she giggled a 
little when she referred to the children.

"Please note, that the lines in your palm are your potential 
achievements in life - these tings are not granted."

"I shall heave thy words." said Lucius politely, while he undressed 
himself and put his sandals, uniform and underwear in a neat pile on 
the floor.

Then he put his hands behind his back and sat on her bed, while Myria 
produced a leather cord and gently tied him up. Then she put him down 
on the bed, where he made himself comfortable and shamelessly watched 
as Myria undressed herself. Her body was battle-worn and very 
beautiful with wide shoulders, large breast and muscles on her upper 
arms and chest. She had taken a least three arrows and also carried 
scars from spears and swords.

"By Zeus, you are so beautiful." said Lucius. The sight of her in the 
nude made his cock erect and it was growing as she came to the bed. 
She completely ignored his throbbing member and laid down beside him. 
She first presented her nibbles to Lucius, and he eagerly began to 
suck and caress them with his tongue. She let him worship her nibbles 
until she grew aroused and got up on her knees to sit on his face.

When she straddled his face, Lucius willingly opened his mouth to 
service her orally and his tongue entered her pussy like a snake puts 
its poison-teeth in throat of its victim.

But then the illusion broke; despite his good manners and diplomatic 
tongue, Lucius actually had no clue on how to give oral servitude to  
women. He didn't service her pussy - he gorged himself on it. Myria 
gave a grunt of unpleasantness, when she first felt his brute tongue 
enter her pussy.

This was not what she had expected, she usually had sex with other 
women, whose tongues would gently caress her pussy or she had sex 
with dying male enemies on the battlefield in exchange for a quick 
and merciful death. Both the spirit and bodies of these males would 
be totally broken, when she straddled their faces and they hardly had 
the strength left to enter her pussy with their tongues. Often they 
would pass away, before they could make her come and she would have 
to finger herself to an orgasm, while she remained seated on the face 
of her vanquished enemy.

But this enemy under her was very much alive and his strong tongue 
was ravishing her as if his cock and his tongue were the same weapon. 
His tongue rammed into her pussy like a siege-engine hammering on the 
gates of a besieged city.

She looked behind and noticed that his cock was fully erect with pre-
come oozing from the tip of his throbbing member.

Oh yes! Lucius was having the time of his life. He was fascinated by 
her muscles and scars on her body plus her beautiful face, that made 
her look just likes the fantasy-figures from his early wet-dreams 
back when he reached puberty.

Angered by the fact, that he was having such a good time on her 
expense, she reach for his nibbles and squeezed with all her might. 
He screamed into her pussy, but didn't let up his attack on her 
pussy. She then dug her nails deep into his chest, which also caused 
muffled screams from him, but still he continued to ram her poor 
vagina with undiminished strength.

She almost decided to stand up and order him to return to the palace 
courtyard, but it was dark now and she would have to follow him back, 
and she would have to endure the taunting of her fellow Amazons, that 
the ravishing tongue of a helpless male, who lay tied up under her, 
had forced her to 'surrender'.

Instead she swallowed her pride and let him have his way. She found a 
strategy of discreetly moving her pussy, when his ravishing got too 
much, then gently lifting herself from his mouth by putting her hand 
on her forehead, so he could only reach her pussy-lips, which he 
would lick with all his might. And finally she lowered her pussy onto 
his mouth again to receive more 'punishment' from his tongue that 
seemed to have endless energy.

Finally her strategy paid off. She felt an orgasm building up and so 
she lifted up herself with her hand on his forehead and while keeping 
him down, she gently spread her pussy lips to expose her clit, which 
she let him tab at with his tongue until she reached her climax.
When she was done, she quickly moved away from his tormenting tongue 
and sat on his chest.

Lucius' cock was still rock-hard and the pre-come was oozing out, but 
he knew better than to beg for release. His whole body was quivering 
from his fingertips to his toes from the sexual energy, which was 
flowing through him. He craved these sensations and had never felt 
more alive. He knew very well that if he would come now, then the 
sexual energy would cease to flow through his body and would be 
replaced by emptiness. Instead he would wank himself off on another 
day.

Myria decided to make casual conversation, while she sat on his chest 
and gently rubbed her pussy as if she was comforting it after it had 
been ravished by Lucius' brute tongue.

"What was that bullshit about you 'saluting' me with your sword on 
that hilltop?" her voice was inquisitive. "That was very sweet, but I 
don't believe a single word."

"Well, I wasn't inviting you to dance the war-dance as you think." he 
answered humbly. "I was simply saying, that we would finish our 
differences on another day."

"Alright, I'm fine with that, Lieutenant Lucius." she was happy that 
he was now speaking his mind.

"Lieutenant?" she asked. "That's a rather low rank for a commanding 
officer. Your friend and second in command is a captain and yet you 
are the commander, that doesn't add up!."

Lucius explained, that he could never rise above lieutenant in the 
'Honoured legion' because his position was considered low status 
compared to an officer in the regular army.

However, as a son of a gardener Lucius was never intended to have a 
military career. But when his family were threatened by poverty by 
two dry seasons on a row, his parents made up plans on how to 
prevent, that the family lost everything and ended up as beggars in 
the street. They decided to send Lucius, who was the youngest - in 
other words; the spare son - away to the royal war academy as soon as 
he turned 14.

His sister was also sent away because the parents could not afford to 
get her married. She was sent to Greece, where she would serve as a 
priestess at the temple of Delphi.

So with two less mouths to feed, his parents would able to save their 
estate. Only his older brother would stay at home and work for his 
farther cause he would inherit the estate someday.

Lucius was instructed by his parents to serve in the 'Honoured 
Legion', because politics was often discussed between his parents and 
their friends and therefore this position was indeed considered 
honoured by his family.

When he graduated from war academy at the age of 18 he joined the 
'Honoured Legion' as a lieutenant and he had stayed in this position 
ever since. He was appointed the commanding officer a few years 
later, when he took an arrow for a senator with his shield.

He was lucky, that he was able to pull his old friend Varus away, 
before he would fall into the pit of death like thousands of other 
Homians, who had followed Herculum to his death just like lemmings 
follow their leader over the mountain precipice and fall into their 
death.

"Herculum?" said Myria in a diplomatic tone. "I was under the 
impression, that he was a very brave soldier. A worthy champion of 
the Homian nation."

"Ugh" Lucius almost spat as he was barking out his angered words. 
"Now, Look here Amazonian, I might be a pathetic male in your eyes, 
but please don't insult my intelligence. You think I don't know how 
to read the terrains and surroundings, where we discovered the 
remains of Herculum's army? He played it all into your petite little 
hands."

"With all due respect to your warrior's bravery and fighting-skills, 
the truth of the matter is that Herculum made it so fucking easy for 
you to vanquish the mighty Homian army. Isn't that so, Commander 
Myria?"
Lucius' voice was now getting stern like a school teacher, who was 
lecturing a pupil.

"Well, ehm..." Myria was looking for the right words. "I must admit, 
that I have come across other opponents, who caused more harm to 
Amazons with less forces. However the trap was very skilful set up by 
very resourceful and intelligent Amazon women and you better get this 
into your head, pathetic male; women are smarter than men and 
intelligence will always prevail over brute force."

"We agree that intelligence will prevail over brute force." Lucius 
replied.

"Do we now, Commander Lucius? So how would you have vanquished the 
Amazon army, who were waiting in the Appian Pass?" Myria was taunting 
him.
"What strategy would the little desk-soldier choose from his scrolls 
of dissertations on tactics?" Myria could tell that Lucius skills 
came mainly from the library rather than the battlefield."

"I'll tell you; none!" was Lucius' prompt response. "You see, when 
suffering a catastrophic defeat, it is essential to build up 
defences, while you rebuild your fighting-force. So I wouldn't have 
come at all."

"Furthermore I would have sent emissaries to the evil... ehh, to your 
noble queen of Amazonia to find why this stupid war had started and 
most of all: how we could end it."

"Alas, your king didn't send emissaries to Amazonia, instead he sent 
Herculum and five thousand Homian soldiers..." Myria started.

"And they all died! And left our nation completely defenceless" 
Lucius finished her sentence and continued.

"The mind of our once wise and noble king has been clouded by divine 
scheming. The gods are taking a piss on us, my dear Myria. They are 
playing us and having laugh, while we humans kill each other off and 
they watch our pain and suffering with glee."

"The Amazons may have the upper hand now, but that will soon go away.
You should remember what happened at Troy; your great nation chose to 
support Troy after Hector had fallen and dispatched your noble 
sisters led by Penthesilea to fight by their side - and they all 
perished." (Homer: 'Iliad').

"They were betrayed!" Myria was getting irritated because the Homian 
kept talking about his pathetic gods. As the Amazonians worshipped 
only Mother Nature, his religious ramblings had no meaning to her. 
"They perished because of male treachery and you should be punished 
for this evil deed."

"Oh yes, they died by treachery, but by divine treachery. Gender had 
nothing to do with it. There were several goddesses involved in the 
scheme that brought noble Troy down and killed off your Amazon 
sisters." said Lucius and he thought to himself:
"But you are properly too thick-headed to see it." Lucius knew 
better, than to throw insults in the face of an Amazon. Besides he 
was eager have another go at her gorgeous pussy, which was waiting 
for him on his chest.

Myria was getting tired of Lucius religious ramblings and instead she 
lied down on top of him and spoke in a gentle voice, while she held 
her face just above his.
"Why do we even bother to discuss these things, which we can't change 
anyways?" She had noticed that he had lost his erection during his 
ramblings and his cock now lay flaccid on his stomach.

She was curious about why his sexual abilities with his tongue were 
so limited.

"Have you serviced many Homian women with your tongue?" she asked in 
a neutral voice.

"No" said Lucius and explained. "Cunnilingus is strictly taboo in my 
country. When I discovered my yearn for this sexual art form, I 
started practiced it on the female slaves of my family's household 
until I left home. When I got this job, I could practice it again 
during my travels to the north, where I meet women, who were willing 
to humour me for a few drinks and a bit of coin."

"Well, that made sense." Myria thought to herself. "He craved 
performing oral servitude of women, but he had actually never been 
with one, who would use him for their own pleasure. The slave-women 
at his home would of course never object to being ravished by his 
brute tongue, because this was much less painful than being ravished 
by his cock.
Nor would the whores up north tell him how to pleasure them, as they 
only sought pleasure from clinging coin."

"Well, the night was still young, so there was plenty of time. If I 
can tame his brute tongue, then he might prove to be useful after 
all." she thought to herself. So she decided to try and break him in 
and that would mean a lot of pain for Lucius.

While lying on top of him, Myria discreetly moved her legs in between 
his, so his balls were fully exposed to her.

"Homian male." she proclaimed. "You have ravished innocent female 
slaves, who were unable to defend themselves. And for this sex-crime 
you must be punished."

She then drove her knee hard into his exposed balls. Lucius gave a 
loud grunt from the pain, and hoped that was it and he then would be 
allowed to taste her pussy again, but Myria was resolved to him break 
into total submission.

She drove her knee hard into his balls again. Now Lucius grunted 
louder and tried to plead with her.
"Please, noble Amazon, no more pain. This pathetic Homian male is 
sorry for his wrong-doings in the past. I didn't know no better."

But Myria ignored his pleading and continued to hammer her knee into 
his balls with all her might. The pain was now too much for Lucius 
and he screamed at the top of his lungs. 

He looked pleadingly at the Amazon, who was causing him this 
incredible pain and was mesmerized by her beautiful face with eyes 
that were shining with sadistic joy as she relentlessly banged his 
poor tortured balls with her knee. He realized, that that there would 
be no mercy but only pain in store for him and he just had to take it 
all. Ashamed that he was unable to take her pain without screaming, 
he turned his head as far as he could and bit into the pillow to 
muffle his own screams.

But Myria slapped his face.
"Don't soak my pillow with our saliva, worm." she said. "Scream as 
loud as you like. The screams from a pathetic tortured male is sweet 
music to my ears." So Lucius screamed away.

When being submitted to ball-busting the pain of each blow will stay 
in the groin of the unfortunate victim. So the pain of each new blow 
will build on top of the previous until the blows send shockwaves 
through the whole body of the poor tortured male.

While she was tormenting Lucius, Myria spoke softly to his face and 
looked him straight in the eyes, while she indoctrinated him.

"Take the pain, Homian. Let it float through your body and soothe 
you. This is the true order of nature."
 
"You're a pathetic male and supposed to take a lot of punishment and 
I am a noble female and supposed to dish it out to you."

"Feel the presence of Mother Nature herself and surrender yourself to 
the supremacy of women."

She didn't let up until Lucius was totally broken. In the end he 
didn't even have the strength left to scream, when she smashed her 
knee into his genitals, he was just grunting and sobbing away. Tears 
were streaming down cross his face and his eyes had lost all 
expression and turned glasslike. He was on the verge of passing out.

Myria could see that he couldn't take anymore punishment, so she 
stopped and let him recover for a minute or two. Then she sat on his 
chest and slapped his face repeatedly till he came round.

"Listen here, Homian worm. My pussy is a temple, where you should 
worship! It is NOT a whore for you to ravish. Now you will start 
worshiping my pussy or you will loose your manhood."

"I will, noble Amazon. I beg of thy; please don't mutilate my 
genitals." Lucius was scared shitless by Myria's threats.

"Now, you will start by gently licking my pussy lips - like you were 
a raged beggar knocking at the city-gates, pleading to be let in.
Only when my pussy-lips opens like a flower may you proceed and 
explore in inner sections of my temple. Do you understand, worm?" her 
voice was stern and demanding and Lucius just nodded as his voice had 
left him.

Then Myria straddled him again, and this time his tongue was docile 
and gentle. She gave a loud sigh of pleasure, when she felt his 
tongue again. "Much better." she said to herself.

He meekly followed Myria's instructions and licked her pussylips 
until they in fact opened up like a flower. However he was afraid of 
trespassing on the holy ground of her pussy, so he didn't proceed, 
until she purred.

"Go on, now you may enter. Explore my temple - but gently." he obeyed 
at once. Her pussy was moist and he savoured her juices, which had 
started to flow.

She was now moaning with pleasure as Lucius was pleasuring her, while 
he was sobbing with frustration. The sexual energy which he had 
expected would return, once he got his tongue in her pussy again, 
were being blocked out from the vicious pain in his balls and groin, 
which refused to subside.

Myria saw his frustration and looked behind her. She noticed with 
glee, that his cock remained flaccid. He was now complete under her 
spell.

"I now control your sexual functions" she said triumphantly. "Your 
ravishing days are over, worm. Now you shall only give pleasure and 
not receive it again - unless I allow it."

"That's cruel and unfair." Lucius sobbed.

"That is the true way of Mother Nature. Only women are meant to have 
sexual pleasure. Men shall not know it - unless they submit to female 
supremacy. This may seem cruel to you, but is it cruel that the wolf 
kills and eat the sheep? It's in the genes, plain and simple.
Now, prove yourself useful, concentrate your tongue on my clit. 
That's the knob on top of my temple entrance."

Lucius put his tongue to her clit and gently rubbed it. And in turn 
Myria started rubbing her clit against his tongue, this combined 
friction soon caused Myria to have a powerful orgasm and she squirted 
in his face.

Lucius was shocked at first, but quickly regained his senses and 
resumed his gentle caressing of her swollen clit with his tongue, as 
he had not yet been 'relieved from his post'. Soon after Myria had 
another powerful orgasm, although she didn't squirt this time.

Then she spread her pussylips as far as she could with her fingers 
and pressed her pussy directly against his mouth.
"Come on, ravish me again with your tongue." She purred. "That's what 
you crave for, isn't it? Go on, see if you can force me to surrender 
with you big brute tongue."

Lucius now repeated his siege-engine technique on her pussy, but this 
time it was ready for him, like the Amazons were ready for Homians at 
the Appian pass, and Lucius was also loosing this battle.
No matter how hard or how deep he rammed her pussy, it absorbed his 
intruding tongue and opened itself evermore, while it flushed pussy-
juice down his throat. 

Now her pussy was now blocking his air-supply, but although he could 
no longer breathe, Lucius kept ramming her pussy, while he still had 
strength to do so. Myria was moaning louder and louder, while she was 
caressing her fully erect nibbles with her fingers and turned her 
face up in the sky as if she was in direct contact with the divine 
powers.

Lucius' lungs started hurt due to the lag of oxygen and he was on the 
verge of passing out, so he decided to bail-out. He raised his legs 
high and then slammed hard into the bed and Myria flew off his face.

"What is it?" her voice was both startled and angered.

"Couldn't breath." Lucius gasped.

"Ugh, male weakling." she was on the verge of having a gigantic 
orgasm so his bailing-out was very badly timed. "You need not oxygen 
to sustain you, the scent of the pussy of a superior woman should 
more than suffice you."

She then fingered herself to another powerful orgasm and squirted on 
his chest. Sexually sated she lay down beside him and purred a 
little. After regaining her senses, she then sat up.

"It's time to sleep now, Homian. Let's smoke some weed that will 
sooth our bodies and souls and give us sweet dreams."

She went into the living room, where she found a jar with dried 
leaves, which she crushed between her fingers and stuffed them into a 
pipe. She then let the pipe by the stove in the kitchen and went back 
to the bedroom, where she laid down beside Lucius.

"Have you ever smoked before, Homian?"
No, Lucius had seen some people perform this strange ritual up north, 
but he had never tried it himself.

"Right, this is how it's done." she explained to him. "First you suck 
the fumes into your month, then you gently let it flow into your 
lungs when you breathe in - like this." She had a puff from the pipe.

"Now you try it, but take only a small sip." She held the pipe to his 
mouth, so he could have a go. However Lucius coughed violently from 
even a little sip. Myria took at puff from the pipe while she waited 
patiently until his coughing subsided, then she let he have a go at 
it again.

Myria let him try until he finally got the hang of it. Lucius started 
giggling when he first felt the strange sensation of his lungs 
accepting the fumes from the weed. Myria let him finish the pipe and 
just took one last puff for herself.

Then she went back to the kitchen-stove to get rid of the ashes and 
put the pipe back in the living room. When she came back she had two 
leather cords with her.

"Do you trust me, Lucius?" she asked.

"Yes, sure." Lucius' mind was relaxed by the pipe-weed. "What do you 
have in mind?" He had noticed, that she used his name this time. Was 
he getting on her good side?

"I'm going to smother you, Lucius. However, I will smother you to 
sleep. I will NOT smother you to death. But you will be at my 
complete control, so you just have to trust me." Myria spoke in a 
neutral voice.

"Then I shall trust you, please proceed, noble Myria." was his 
courteous reply.

Myria first tied his legs securely to the bedposts. Then she sat on 
his face - this time in reversed position. She instructed him the 
breath out, and then she straddle him with his asshole covering his 
nose and her pussy covering his mouth. He was now deprived any air 
supply and his body started twitching. Soon after his legs started to 
spasm, but he was completely immobile, so there was no escape. In a 
few minutes he passed out and his body went limp.

Myria had to struggle with the temptation to smother him to death, 
but she got a hold of herself and got off him. Then she checked his 
pulse and his heart-beat and both were normal. She untied his legs 
and turned him on the side, so he wouldn't sleep with his weight on 
his hands. She didn't untie the leather cord on his hands, just in 
case he would try something 'funny', while she was sleeping. She just 
checked that it wasn't too tight and then she went to sleep.

During her sleep Myria dreamt about fabled Atlantis, where the 
Amazons had ruled for while. She rode her horse along the coastline 
while breathing the refreshing sea air and listened to the sweet 
sounds of the seagulls.

In his dreams Lucius was riding his horse through an enchanted 
forest. He was greeted by beautiful wood nymphs, which gently lifted 
him off his horse and laid him down. They straddled over his head and 
offered him their pussies, which tasted like sweet wine.

But then it suddenly turned ugly. The wood-nymphs were chased away by 
ghostlike figures. They reached between his legs and their knives 
were blinking in the dark.
"No..." Lucius cried out in his sleep.

Half a sleep Myria turned and put her arm around him and whispered 
soothing words into his ear.
"It's all right. I got you, you're safe for now... for now." then she 
dosed back to sleep.


Morning 'romance':

Lucius woke up alone. His arms were still tied behind his back and 
his clothes were nowhere to be found. He could hear Myria rummage in 
the living-room, so he decided to investigate.

"Good morning." Lucius said, when saw Myria in the living room.

"Oh, you're up, finally. I was going to wake you up, cause it's time 
for you to get back to the palace courtyard." Myria was arranging 
food for breakfast on her living room table.

"My clothes?" Lucius asked.

"Oh yes. I put them outside on the porch, when I was sweeping the 
floor. I'm having some friends over for breakfast. My guests will 
arrive soon, I would invite you, but you know; 'girl-talk', so no 
males are allowed. Anyways breakfast will be served for your party in 
the palace court yard soon."

While she was rambling about her friends she nonchalant tickled 
Lucius at the base of his cock. It immediately rose to full 
attention.

"Well, now. Somebody is fresh this morning. Your flagpole is standing 
strong and your flag is up. Is this the banner of surrender or 
attack?" said Myria teasingly.

"I yield to thy, my dear. Will the noble and beautiful Amazon not 
have mercy on her ragged and pitiful enemy?" Lucius was now flirting 
with Myria.

"Well, then my handsome young enemy should get down on his knees and 
show obedience to his captor." Myria was flirting back - or so it 
seems.

Lucius got down on his knees in front of her and she took a stool and 
sat on it. They looked each other straight in the eyes.

"And what will my cute little captive do for his superior captor in 
order to keep his miserable life?" she asked.

"He will relentlessly perform oral servitude on this beautiful Amazon 
until she has at least ten orgasms." Lucius was still flirting 
shamelessly.

Myria sent him a bright smile.
"So you shall. And I will also make you perform cunnilingus on a 
dozen of my noble sisters as well." her voice was warm and she had a 
very cute smile on her face.

But then her face and her voice turned cold.
"But at the end of the day, you will still die choking on your own 
genitals. So I recommend NOT to surrender to Amazons on the warpath." 
Myria was apparently not in the mood for morning romance.

Lucius looked very disappointed and his cock went limp instantly.

"Oh, dear." she taunted him. "Did I say something naughty? Did my 
harsh words break your flagpole and made you strike your flag?"

"That's not funny!" Lucius sat back with a sour look on his face.

"Oh yes, it bloody well is - from my side." she giggled. "You should 
have seen your face! Ha-ha-ha." Myria was now laughing hysterical and 
Lucius boiled inside.

"Ha-ha, very funny." he thought to himself. "What if I cut off you 
tits and shoved down your throat, you stupid cow? You wouldn't be 
laughing then!"

"Damn, I'll even cook them for you. I'm not gonna serve you your own 
tits raw. No ma'am, cause I'm a real gentleman with good manners."
Lucius giggled to himself as he imagined the tortured Myria tied up 
and her tits being roasted over red hot coals.

"Ugh! That's fucking disgusting!" Lucius was shocked over his own 
imagination. "I must have spent too long time with this creature, I 
think her barbaric mindset is starting to rub-off."

Myria was still laughing away, while Lucius got up on his feet and 
bowed to her.
"Well, goodbye then."

Myria struggled to stop her laughter. She was not gonna let him go 
just yet.
"Halt Lucius, wait up!" she called to him. "Don't leave just now.
Look here!"

She lifted her dress and removed her underwear and dropped it on the 
floor. Her eyes were sparkling warmly and she toughed herself in a 
way, that mesmerized Lucius and he automatic got back down on his 
knees. She stood with one leg on the stool and lifted her dress 
further up, while she caressed her thighs and showed him her pussy.
Lucius was now breathing heavily and his member was fully erect and 
throbbing.

"Now, come over here, we still got time for a 'quickie' before my 
guests arrive." As almost in a trance Lucius did exactly as ordered 
and crawled on his knees to her.

Myria took off her dress and put the stool right behind Lucius and 
then she forced him to bend backwards until his back rested on the 
stool. She then mounted his chest forcefully and knocked the wind out 
of him. She them moved forward to his head, which was outside the 
stool and put her pussy to his mouth.

"Now, you know what to do, don't you?" she said "And don't let me 
down." She reached behind her and found Lucius nibbles, which she 
squeezed hard.

Lucius gently caressed her pussy with his tongue, which now were more 
skilled than ever. At the same time he could feel the erotic tension 
building up inside of him and the sexual energies now again floated 
through his body. He was relieved, that her vicious ball-busting 
torture had not disabled his sexuality permanently.

"Pathetic male!" she thought to herself as she felt his tongue 
pleasing her. "I should have instructed my horsewomen to show their 
pussies to you when they went up that hill, then you would have 
surrendered your precious little senators to us, wouldn't you?"

Myria quickly came hard due to the servitude of Lucius' skilled 
tongue. She then grabbed his hair and mashed her pussy in his face, 
so Lucius couldn't breathe. First he continued to gently lick her 
pussy, but ultimately he grew desperate for air.

Myria was aroused by his desperate struggle for air beneath her. She 
tried to keep him from breathing for as long as possible. But as his 
legs were free he kicked out until the stool tipped over and they 
both landed on the floor.

"Still haven't learned to breathe the scent of a woman." Myria 
giggled. "Well, it's time for you to leave, I think I just heard my 
guests outside the door."

She then got a firm hold of his hair and dragged him to his feet. 

"Goodbye then." Lucius wanted to give her a hug, but he forgot his 
hands were still tied, so it became a rather awkward gesture as he 
leaned forward and his shoulder toughed hers.

"Yes-yes, off you go." she turned him around towards to door and gave 
him a gentle push forward. Lucius took a few steps, then stopped and 
turned around.

"My hands..." he said.
"What about them?" she snapped.
"Are still tied." he continued.

"Oh, so they are, silly me." she cooed. "Well, Let me help you." she 
gently pushed him to the door she and then she stepped forward and 
opened the door for him.

"There you go. I have put your dagger on top of your clothes on the 
porch, so you can use that to free yourself." she said. "Now, greet 
my guests properly and don't turn your back on them at any time. That 
is considered a major insult around, you know!"

"Oh, shit! I didn't know that. Did we insult your noble queen?" 
Lucius sounded a bit concerned.

"Oh yes!" Myria explained. "And you damn near lost your miserable 
life, because our archers were ready to put arrows in the stupid 
heads of you and your friend. But one of your female senators stepped 
in and pleaded for your life."

"Hmm, should I apologize to your noble queen?" Lucius asked.

"Apologies are always welcome, but why this sudden eager to please? 
Your spirit is far from broken." Myria was curious.

"It's no secret that Homia needs this peace more than anything else. 
We are now at your mercy." the voice of Lucius was dark and 
disillusioned. "So if I fucked up and thereby jeopardized the peace 
agreement, then I should put things right again."

"So it's all for king and country then?" she asked.

"NOT the king. It's all his fault that we are in this absurd 
situation. He can sit on his throne and rot for all I care. I'll do 
it for the senate and the people of Homia." Lucius declared.

"Would you please instruct me on how to make my apology correctly? 
Should I lie on the ground and kiss her feet like you told me to 
yesterday?"

"No! That was just to humiliate you." Myria explained. "If you pull 
that stunt, then she'll suspect that I put you up to it. You just 
kneel in front of her and then present your hapless bullshit. Whether 
she presents you her hand or foot, you just kiss it and then you're 
home free. She has always been a sucker for pathetic males, who 
grovel in her presence."

"I thank thy for your advice and now I shall leave you to entertain 
your guests." Lucius bowed to her and then walked out the door.

Myria was obviously determined to parade him stark-naked in front of 
her guests. So 'when in Rome - do like the Romans', Lucius decided to 
face the music and he looked straight at them and greeted them in a 
courteous manner.
"Top of the morning to you, noble ladies."

"And good morning to you, good sir." one of the Amazons greeted 
Lucius back. There were four of them and Myria's adjutant Lydia was 
among them.

"Welcome girls, please step inside. My visitor is just leaving." 
Myria cooed and Lucius stepped aside on the porch to let Amazons 
pass. When the first one passed him, she tickled him ad the base of 
his semi-erect cock. It immediately rose to full attention. The next 
one tickled his cock as well. Their shameless caresses made him 
breathe heavily and his leg started to twitch beyond his control.

Lydia was last in line and she slapped his cock hard against his 
stomach. Lucius grunted loud and his legs started to spasm and he had 
to lean against the wall to keep his balance. Intrigued by his 
intense reaction to a single slap to his cock, she slapped him hard 
again. This time Lucius grunted even louder, followed by more spasm 
in his legs. He no longer had any control over his own body.

Then Lydia decided to make the final test. She repeatedly slapped his 
cock and suddenly after four hard slaps in a row, Lucius came hard 
and his member erupted a massive load of sperm followed by 
convulsions in his whole body. His legs gave away and he sank to his 
knees and ended flat on his ass, still leaning against the wall while 
he tried to catch his breath and regain control over his body.

"Well-well-well." she cooed. "The champion of Homia brought down by a 
few slaps to his cock."

Lydia was astounded that her slaps had caused this immense reaction 
from Lucius. She had little experience regarding males; she had 
killed several, but never actually been intimidate with one. She 
dipped her fingers in the sperm on his stomach and sniffed it - the 
smell wasn't bad. Then she tried to taste it - not bad either.

She put her fingers in Lucius mouth and he licked them clean. Then 
she scraped all the sperm up in her hand and put it to his mouth. "I 
believe this belongs to you. Now, eat it all up like a good little 
boy."

Lucius didn't object, but just opened his mouth and lapped his all 
sperm up with his tongue. Lydia got aroused by seeing how her former 
enemy now was completely docile and ate his own sperm from her hand.

"Myria!" she called in the living room. "Can I please use him for a 
'quickie' before we eat?" Because Lucius was Myria's visitor, he was 
regarded as her property as if he was her slave.

"Yes, sure." Myria called back. "But don't be long now. Tea is almost 
ready."

Lydia quickly lifted up her dress and removed her underwear. Then 
standing on one foot, she first swung her leg over his shoulder and 
round his back so she could keep her balance, then she took him by 
the hair and guided his mouth to her pussy.

Lucius could taste that it already was moist and gently began to 
lick. He carefully followed the instructions that he had learned from 
Myria the night before. It didn't take long before Lydia was moaning 
heavily and she came in a loud orgasm.

She un-straddled him and threw him to the floor. As his hands were 
still tied, he banged his head against the porch and he began to see 
stars.

"Very good!" said Lydia. "I hope we meet again on the battlefield, 
then I will take as my personal slave - that is if Myria don't claim 
you first. But you will still loose your balls, though."

Lucius saw that she had picked up his dagger and came to him and he 
panicked. "No!" he screamed and pulled his legs up to protect his 
genitals.

Realizing that she accidentally frightened him, she started giggling. 
"I didn't mean just now, you moron!" she turned him on the side and 
cut the leather cord on his hands. "There you go. I'm just trying to 
be civil."

"Th..tha..thanx." he couldn't control his voice and his whole body 
was trembling due to the fright she had just given him.

"Don't mention it." she turned around to join the other Amazons 
inside. "I don't have a grudge against you anymore, Lucius of Homia."

"And Varus?" Lucius asked.

"I settled my account with your friend right after you and Myria left 
the party." she said.

"Ehh.. and? he sounded bit concerned.

"He's alive and well, although he's piss-drunk by now. He has been 
drinking straight through the night until he fell asleep by sunrise." 
she said. "Goodbye now".

"Goodbye then, Lydia." Lucius bowed to her and started to get 
dressed, while Lydia went inside.

Lucius walked through her little front garden, but when he got the 
gate Myria called him again.

"Halt Lucius, wait up." she rushed to him with a steaming mug in her 
hands. "It's would be rude to let a visitor leave without offering 
him food or drink." she handed him the mug.

"Here, drink this. This is herb-tea spiked with extract of the same 
pipe-weed as we smoked yesterday. This will make you light-headed on 
your way home. To get full effect you should only eat fruit for 
breakfast and stay off meat and alcohol the whole day, but remember 
to drink lots of water."

"Thank you very much." Lucius sipped the tea. "This is good."

"Remember to finish your business with the noble queen as soon as you 
get back to the court yard." Myria explained. "You will soon start to 
giggle, when the tea takes effect, so don't dilly-dally!"

"I got it." Lucius said while drinking the tea.

"And please note; this night doesn't change anything between us. If 
we meet again on the battlefield, there will be no quarter." Myria 
spoke in a neutral voice.

"And none shall be asked." Lucius handed her the empty mug back, then 
he lifted his arm to hug her, but she snapped at him.
"DON'T tough me! That is taboo for males to caress females in 
public."

Frightened Lucius stepped back and put his arms down his side. 
"Strange people these Amazons!" he thought to himself. "Myria had 
paraded him stark-naked in front of her guests, who all had caressed 
his genitals, and Lydia had showed her pussy in his face - all out in 
the public, but he was not allowed to give Myria a hug."

Instead he carefully stretched his right arm a bit forward with his 
palm up while he turned around. Myria understood his intensions and 
turned around likewise and gently caressed his palm with her fingers.

Her gentle touch sent bolts of electricity through the brain of 
Lucius and in the back of his mind a worry began to grow; this 
encounter might had left a permanent mark on his soul.

He took a few paces, but then he had to stop and look at her again. 
He watched her open the door and then she turned around and waved him 
goodbye. He just stood there savouring the last of her as she closed 
the door behind her and then he forced himself forward again.


Departure from Amazonia:

Lucius hastened back to the palace courtyard where breakfast was 
being served to the Homians. He immediately sought out Queen Heta, 
who was chit-chatting with some of the female Homian senators.

"Permission to speak, noble queen." he said and bowed.

"Permission granted, young sir." she courteous said. "What is on your 
mind?"

Lucius got down on his knees and spoke humbly.
"On behalf of my friend Varus and myself, I would like to beg your 
forgiveness for having insulted thy by turning our backs to your 
majesty during signing of the peace treaty. We didn't mean no harm 
and we are very sorry!"

"You are already forgiven, young sir." the queen smiled at him. "Your 
brave female senators pleaded on your behalf, saying that the signing 
of the peace treaty was too painful to watch for fierce fighting men 
like you and your friend."

"That's very, very true, noble queen." The queen gave the hand to 
Lucius and he kissed it. "Your majesty is very kind."

She gently ran her hand across his mouth, where he still had traces 
of pussy juice, then she smelled her hand, while Lucius got back on 
his feet.

"Hmm, I think our little Homian warrior have made an honest effort in 
creating new liaisons within the Amazonian nation last night. But 
don't think that will grant you special treatment as a POW - should 
it come to that.

"The noble Commander Myria was kind enough to inform me, what will 
happen to male POWs that fall in the hands of Amazons, so it will not 
come to that, noble queen."

"Good! Then I need not repeat it." the queen smiled at him. "Now go 
get some breakfast, you got a long ride home." she waved him off.

Lucius bowed humbly then turned around and walked to the section of 
the courtyard, where the food was served.

He grabbed some fruits and he went to sit down. The other Homians 
greeted him warmly and he could see that they were relieved to see 
him alive and well.

Lucius looked for Varus, but couldn't see him, but he heard a loud 
snoring coming from the corner. Varus was fast asleep with his head 
against the table and Lucius sat down next to him.

"Good morning gents." He nodded to the officers sitting close. "Have 
you tried to wake him up?"

"Morning sir." they greeted him. "We tried, but it's hopeless. And by 
the way, we were worried - about you, that is."

"Really, why is that?" replied Lucius, while he slowly was eating the 
fruits and drinking the water from the jars on the tables.

"Because you took your own sweet time getting your ass back here, 
that's why!" one of the officers said.

"You see, some of the lads made some clumsy passes to their Amazon 
counterparts last night." the other officer continued. "The young 
ladies were quite courteous and took them outside. But the lads came 
back with bruised faces, busted balls and pussy juice smeared al over 
their sour faces.

"Did they now?" Lucius burst out in laughter. "Well, ha-ha..." he was 
trying to get a grip. "Goes to show, that you should always do 
reconnaissance before your seek out the enemy and remember to 
negotiate before you engage him - or her."

Lucius laughed again, while he was leaning against the sleeping Varus 
and banged him occasionally in the back of the head with his fist. 
Lucius didn't quite understand, why he was laughing hilariously? His 
words weren't even funny.

"Why do you find this amusing, good sir?" they looked strangely at 
him and one of the officers lowered his voice. "These scums have 
butchered our armies down to the last man. That is no laughing 
matter, sir."

"That is very true, gentlemen." Lucius answered politely. "And 
neither laughter nor sour faces will bring our lost armies back. 
However, the lads, who got overpowered by the young ladies last 
night, were at least able to walk away after defeat, which wouldn't 
have happen in real combat. But now they should have learned to tread 
careful when facing Amazons. That will be useful when they become 
adult officers."

"Well spoken, good sir!" the other officer spoke again. "This is the 
most optimistic speech I have heard from a Homian officer after the 
catastrophe in the Appian mountains. Let us stop sulking and dwell no 
more in the past but look to the future.
Now we should get out of here. Your friend is still out, so we have 
to carry him, but if we work together, we should make it."

It took four men to carry Varus, who still snored relentlessly, out 
of the palace court yard. Lucius decided to have his legs tied to the 
front legs of the horse so he wouldn't fall off, but they would have 
to move slowly, while Varus was still asleep.

Lucius mounted his own horse and started giggling again, when he saw 
his old friend knocked-out by alcohol and tied to his horse.

The queen and some members of her counsel followed the Homian 
delegation out of the court yard to their horses. Lucius could gather 
by the way some of the female Homian senators were kissing some of 
the advisers in the queens counsel goodbye, that they too had enjoyed 
sexual relations during the night.

He discreetly observed them for a while. He then looked at the queen. 
Then suddenly he envisioned the game plan of the 'evil queen'.

"Beware of Greeks bearing gifts." Lucius thought to himself. "There 
was a good reason for why the peace agreement had come for such a 
cheap price for the Homian nation."

By granting peace without harsh demands, queen Heta had won the 
hearts of several of the female Homian senators. And with so many 
Homian males perished recently, there would be a massive surplus of 
female voters in the upcoming election in the fall. And if women 
voted for female senators, then the males would be outnumbered in the 
senate, but now the queen and her counsel would be holding the leash 
of the female Homian senators and not their husbands.

The Amazons planned to use the Homian democracy against them and 
Homia would soon be ruled from Themiskyra and they wouldn't even see 
it coming.

"Nicely played, 'evil queen', nicely played." Lucius giggled again. 
That actually put him in a rather awkward position. As the commander 
of the 'Honoured Legion' he had sworn allegiance to the Homian senate 
long before anybody imagined, that it could be dominated by female 
senators. By his oath he would be compelled to do their bidding.

Lucius was astounded over his own reaction. His beloved country was 
rapidly going down the drain and he just giggled as if it had nothing 
to do with him anymore.

The other Homians grew worried, when they observed Lucius sit on his 
horse by himself and giggle with an empty stare in his eyes. The 
leading female senators from Homia asked the queen whether the Amazon 
officer, that Lucius had spend the night with, might had put a spell 
on him.

But the queen could reassure them, that there was no foul play 
involved in Lucius' condition.
"The young Homian officer just smoked the peace-pipe with his Amazon 
counterpart." she explained. "He will be himself again in the 
afternoon." 

Then Homian delegation left for home followed by the band of soldiers 
of the 'Honoured Legion'. The group of Homian officers were looking 
even more pitiful, than when they arrived. Most the old men had 
terrible hangovers, while the young boys had a sour look on their 
faces after the Amazon girls had beaten them up and forced them to 
perform cunnilingus.

Furthermore the only two able officers, that Homia had left, were 
both down for the count. Varus was intoxicated by alcohol and tied to 
his horse, while Lucius was lost in his own little world and giggled 
relentlessly.

If the Homians had hoped that their officers could make up 
appearances, that the Homian nation still was able to defend itself, 
they made a poor job out of it. The sight of the Homian officers was 
not a warning against Amazonia invasion, rather an invitation for the 
Amazons to invade.

However Amazonia didn't plan to take Homia by force - trickery would 
do the trick.


To be continued .... 


The tale of Lucius and Myria continues in the next chapter 'Homians 
revisited, Part II: The king's scheming'. 


The storyline is set for several chapters, however comments, 
suggestions or story ideas are welcome, just email the author at 
jallanj@yahoo.dk