Homians revisited, Part II: The king's scheming.
By J. Allan J. - jallanj@yahoo.dk
A Homian officer defects to Amazonia to uphold the fragile peace.


Quick notes by author:

About Homians:
They are a fictional Greek nation, which are neighbours to the 
Amazons. The phrase Homian and certain names of characters and 
geographical places are borrowed from Hardie, but apart from that, 
the two series has nothing to do with each other.

About Appian pass:
Battleground where the Amazons ambushed and annihilated a 5000 strong 
Homian army. This catastrophic defeat has left the Homian nation 
stunned and traumatized, like Napoleon's Waterloo. (This fictional 
site has nothing to do with the 'Appian way' in the Roman empire).

About Gargareans:
A neighbouring tribe of the Amazon nation. The Amazons travelled here 
to get impregnated by the local males. The Amazons then stayed inside 
the Gargarean nation until they gave birth to their children. They 
would then bring the girl children back to be raised in Amazonia, 
while they would abandon the boy children to be raised by the 
Gargareans.

About Skadi and Njord:
The story about the troubled marriage between the two antagonists 
Skadi and Njord actually comes from the Norse mythology and not the 
Greek. However, I used this myth because it fitted just right with 
the troubled love between the main characters of my story.

About Erinyes:
They were female personifications of vengeance in Greek mythology. 
The Erinyes generally stood for the rightness of things within the 
existing order. They would revenge crimes as well as bringing people 
down to a low position, if they got too high and mighty.


The story so far:- 
In two brief wars the Amazons have managed to annihilate all armies 
of Homia, thereby leaving the Homian nation completely defenceless. 
(This is described in the Hardie series). The Homians have suffered 
these terrible defeats due to superior military tactics of the 
Amazons and incompetence and ignorance of their own military leaders.

However, by utilizing their women, the Homian nation manage to 
negotiate a peace treaty with the nation of Amazonia - leaving only 
the barbarian tribes to the west to be dealt with.

During the celebration of the peace treaty, officer Lucius of Homia 
and officer Myria of Amazonia share a night of wild sex - Amazon 
style. In the morning Myria is emotionally unscathed by the event, 
but Lucius has fallen in love with his Amazon counterpart.



The story:


Waiting in quiet desperation:

Five months had passed since the signing of the peace treaty between 
the Homians and the Amazons and the peace was still holding.

Things were also quiet at the border to the barbaric tribes to the 
west - too quiet. The Homian senate inquired time and time again on 
how the threat from the west would be met, but they were always 
dismissed with the standard phrase from the king's council: "Trust 
the king - everything is under control."

The truth of the matter was that king and his council had 
successfully negotiated a treaty with the war chiefs of the biggest 
and fiercest barbaric tribes to the west. However this was not public 
knowledge.

The position of the king was the Achilles heel of the Homian 
democracy. The senate handled all domestic civilian affairs, while 
the king and his council handled all military and foreign affairs. 
The senate could give advice on these matters, but the king was not 
compelled to follow them. Furthermore the king was not accountable 
for his actions to anyone.

Once Homia like any other Greek nations was ruled by kings with 
absolute power, but when democracy started to grow in Athens and 
Sparta, the people of Homia also demanded political reforms. However 
kings don't give up power just like that. Therefore a transition 
reform was made over 100 years ago, but the weak Homian democracy had 
still not found a way rid itself of the combined monarchy and 
democratic rule.

This arrangement could work as long as the king was wise, but soon as 
he lost his mind, the position of the king became a liability for the 
Homian nation.

Varus and Lucius knew nothing of king's plans and they were not going 
to know, because the king's council only promoted officers, which 
would follow orders blindly, never ask questions and not think too 
much - even better; men who couldn't think at all. And neither 
Lucius, nor Varus fitted into those categories and would therefore 
never be offered a place in the Homian military high command.

In fact the King's council had looked at Lucius with distrust and 
downright disgust ever since he came back from the celebration of the 
peace treaty in the Amazonian capital Themiskyra. Lucius had chosen 
to spend the night with an Amazon officer and although nobody knew 
exactly what had happen between the two of them, the King's council 
could gather from the stories of young lads, who had tried their luck 
with some young Amazons, that it must have involved ball-busting and 
cunnilingus.

Lucius claimed that he suffered from amnesia and said that he didn't 
remember what had happened during the night or why he was giggling 
relentlessly the next morning. He of course told his trusted friend 
everything, once Varus finally awoke up from his alcohol 
intoxication. Varus was a bit concerned about the wild stuff that his 
friend had submitted himself too, but he knew better than to 
criticise the sexual habits of his oldest and dearest friend.

Lucius now longed for Myria and he couldn't get her off his mind. 
Soon after he came home, she began to appear in his dreams. One night 
she was riding his face and he awoke, when he had a mighty orgasm as 
he had wanked himself off in his sleep. He had not had a wet dream 
since the days, when he reached puberty. It was quite obvious that 
his 'addiction' wouldn't go away by itself and that he was compelled 
to go and do something about it.

As it was forbidden for him to simply ride to Amazonia to seek her 
out, he had to invite her somehow and hope that she would come, but 
he didn't even know how to contact her.

However, the Amazon queen Heta still sent her emissaries to the 
Homian senate every each month. So when the Amazonian emissaries 
arrived again, Lucius discreetly approached them and asked for advice 
on how to contact a certain Amazon that he would like to invite to 
his home. The Amazonian emissaries were good-looking women in the 
mid-fifties, who once had been fierce warriors, but now spent their 
time talking instead of fighting. They knew him quite well by now and 
didn't mind his company. They talked with muted voices so that they 
wouldn't disturb the debate in the senate.

"Well, now. I can give her any message you like, if you just dictate 
your words to me." said one of the emissaries. "And who do wish to 
contact, young sir?"

She took a scroll and wrote the date and place at the top. There was 
nothing to report from the debates in the Homian senate, so she would 
gladly give Lucius a helping hand with contacting his Amazon liaison 
- after all she was an emissary.

"It's a message for Captain Myria. She's an Amazon horsewoman." 
Lucius said. "I don't know her exact title, though."
"Captain Myria of the Queen's Royal Cavalry." the emissary added.

"It would give Lieutenant Lucius enormous pleasure," Lucius began his 
letter. "If the noble and beautiful Captain Myria of ..."
"The Queen's Royal Cavalry of Amazonia." the emissary filled in the 
blanks.

"Would like to visit him in his humble home in Thermodonus, capital 
of Homia." Lucius continued his letter. "And ehh ... sit on his 
face."

"Pugh." the first emissary put her hand to her mouth to avoid 
bursting into laughter and the other emissary turned her head and 
muffled her giggling. The explicit sexual content of the letter 
completely took the two the emissaries completely by surprise.

"I'm alright now." the first emissary got a grip on herself. "Please 
continue."

"He asks no favours for himself." Lucius continued. "And swears not 
to try to force or trick his worthless cock into thy holy pussy 
temple, which he instead promises to worship relentlessly with his 
humble tongue. He will also gladly endure any pain, which his 
honoured guest will see fit to bestow on him."

"If you would care to follow the noble emissaries on their next trip 
to Thermodonus, then you'll be picked up at the senate building.
Should you wish not to come, then please inform the emissaries at 
once."

"With love and respect." Lucius was finishing his letter.

"Halt, not 'love', that's indecent." the emissary corrected him. 
"With humility and respect."

"Lieutenant Lucius of the Honoured Legion of Homia." Lucius signed 
the letter.

"That's a very explicit and straightforward letter, young sir." the 
emissary complimented him.

Lucius explained that there were certain linguistic misunderstandings 
at their first encounter at the celebration of the peace treaty and 
they got off at the wrong foot due to accidental insults. Despite the 
fact that people of both nations spoke Greek, the same words had 
different meanings due to cultural differences. Therefore it was best 
to keep communication as explicit as possible.

"Wise policy, young sir." the emissary said to him.

"Do you think she will come?" Lucius asked with anticipation.

"I really can't say." the emissary answered. "However, I can 
guarantee that her decision will not be clouded by any 
misunderstandings regarding your intentions and expectations."

"I thank thy, noble emissaries." Lucius bowed to them and returned to 
his chores at the senate.


Wedding plans:

Alas, four months went by after he dispatched his message and still 
no word from Myria.

While Lucius was frustrated with his personal life, Varus was doing 
greater than ever. Soon after he had joined Lucius and the 'Honoured 
Legion', he found out that quite a few of the men from the north were 
'swinging his way'. So now he could safely practice his for homo-
sexuality close to home with men he could trust. It was very 
relieving for him, that he no long had to maul the faces or break the 
fingers of his sexual partners among the POWs - 'post coitum triste' 
(sadness after sex)   la Varus.

The two friends sat a table at one of the many beer halls of the 
Homian capital. They didn't go out much these days, but preferred to 
stay at the barracks and drink with their men. At the bar stood a few  
'grandpas' surrounded by their 'grandchildren'. Varus and Lucius used 
these terms about the old men, who were far too old to be in the army 
and the young lads of 15 or 16 years, who were far too young.

As so many males had perished recently, the beer halls were now half-
empty and while they, before the catastrophe in the Appian mountains 
were puzzling with life, the proprietors were now struggling to make 
a living.

On this night, Varus and Lucius decided to visit a beer hall, because 
they had private matters to discuss. They were talking about their 
personal life - more specific; the wedding plans of their families, 
while they were swilling down beers like it was water and 
occasionally also drink fresh water from the jars on the table.

"So, have your family finally decided who you are going to marry?" 
Varus asked.

"Yep, it looks that way." Lucius replied. He actually thought that 
this whole marriage business was getting embarrassing. As unwedded 
males, which were able to produce children, had suddenly become a 
scarce commodity, the price of them had risen rapidly. His family - 
especially his farther, who was a natural-born haggler, were not 
going to let Lucius go for a cheap price.

Lucius regarding these sessions, where other families showed up with 
their daughters to fix the sum of dowry, as merely extortion rather 
than actual negotiation. Last time Lucius discreetly went outside to 
get some fresh air, when the arguments between the families got too 
heated. He sat on the porch and looked at the stars, when he was 
joined by the young girl of the other family. They started talking 
about this and that - but not about the negotiations on their 
upcoming marriage.

She was a bit younger than him - just about 21 and her late husband 
had perished in the Appian pass, before he could impregnate her. 
However, she shed no tears over her loss, because he apparently was a 
brutal bastard, who had slapped her around. Suddenly she started 
kissing Lucius passionately and when he started kissing her back, she 
took his hand and gently led him to the barn, where they made love in 
the hay. Lucius did not dare to ask her to sit on his face as 
cunnilingus was considered disgusting and disgraceful in Homia, 
instead he let her ride his cock.

When they came back, the families had already settled the sum of 
dowry and had put a date to the wedding. The girl was officially 
still in mourning, so it had to wait until the upcoming spring a few 
days after the anniversary of the massacre in the Appian mountains.

"So, you shagged her, while your families made the wedding plans, 
that's sweet." Varus complimented him. "And it went well?"

"Well, she insisted on it and I think she got off, but I was thinking 
of Myria during the entire intercourse." Lucius answered.

"Shit, she has got you dangling by the balls, my friend." Varus said. 
"Aren't you going to do something about it, instead of waiting around 
in quiet desperation?"

"I have done all I can. Myria calls the shots, not I." Lucius said. 
"I just have to wait until she gets around to put her sweet pussy in 
my face." Lucius had once suggested the emissaries that he could 
escort them back to Amazonia, but they just snapped at him and told 
him to shut his gob and bid his time. Myria had not turned down his 
offer and therefore she would come - eventually. Lucius immediately 
backed off and didn't dare to mentioned it again to the emissaries.

"And when you are married?" Varus was getting inquisitive. "What are 
you gonna do then?"

"Well, I ain't gonna give up on my dear Myria." Lucius was resolved. 
"I'll continue to invite her up north and then we will have wild sex 
for three weeks or so and then we'll get on with our separate lives 
until we meet again - like Skadi and Njord.

"Like Skadi and Njord?" Varus felt that Lucius could do better for 
himself. "Is that a life?"

"That's some kind of life." said Lucius. "I might as well get her 
sweet pussy in my face as much as I can. Who knows how long this 
fragile peace is going to last, anyway?"

"But enough of me." Lucius changed the subject. "Let's hear about the 
wedding plans for you, my friend. I hear that you are marrying some 
rich widow and the wedding is going to take place already in the 
fall.

"That's right!" Varus replied. "And I want you to be my best man!"

"Yes, sure. And I of course want you to perform the same task at my 
wedding." said Lucius. "But what do we actually do as best men?"

"I don't know!" said Varus. "Make a speech and get drunk, but try not 
to beat up any of the wedding guests, if you please."

"I'm fine with that." said Lucius. "But what are you gonna do with 
your wife, you know, regarding sex?

"I ain't gonna do shit!" said Varus. "You see, it has all been taken 
care of!" Varus could see that Lucius looked puzzled.

"She is 42 years old and has already got five children - including 
two snotty good-for-nothing sons, so there are no expectations there 
on my behalf. Her late husband died of natural causes and she just 
wants a husband to make up appearances, until her sons are grown. 
I'll just adopt her children and play along. I'm not even gonna share 
her bed.

"Fool's luck." said Lucius. "You definitely got your cake and eat it 
too. But what's this about her bed, are some of the slaves of the 
household gonna shag her?"

"No way!" said Varus. "She is a respectable lady. But it just so 
happens that she doesn't really get off by having sex with males, 
because she swings in a different way. So she will entertain her 
female lovers, while I have my own 'chores' to attend to, if you 
catch my meaning. In this sense, we are the perfect match.

"You lucky son of a bitch!" Lucius was impressed how things had 
worked out for his friend. "I don't know what god or demigod you have 
been giving head to, but it sure has paid off. You better watch your 
step or else the Erinyes are gonna put you back in your place. This 
usually happens when you get too high and mighty and push your luck 
too far."

"Who gives shit about the Erinyes?" Varus was getting cocky. "Better 
get, while the getting is good."

"I'm thinking of taking a permanent position with the 'Honourable 
Legion' from now on, because there is no future in the army of Homia 
and this soldiering business can really be bad for your health these 
days - if you catch my drift. The truth of the matter is that I only 
pushed so far west during the last couple of campaigns, so I could 
get laid. Now I can have safe sex right here at home."

"But you can't retire until the threat from the west has been put 
down." Lucius objected. "The king's council simply have to appoint 
you general now in order to deal with the barbarians in the west, in 
case they make a move against us. I'll help you any way I can, of 
course, you can always count on me, my friend.

"Yes, I know that, old friend." said Varus. "But you will have your 
hands full, because the king's council will properly assign you to 
defend the eastern front."

"Eastern front? Ha-ha-ha, very funny." Lucius cooed. "We can't do 
shit, if the Amazons should decide to invade us!"

"Nah, don't sell yourself short." said Varus. "The king will send you 
out to engage them, because only you can vanquish any invading Amazon 
army single-handed. You just perform cunnilingus on the lot of them, 
then they'll pack up and go home and leave us in peace. You'll die in 
the end, of course, but at least you'll die happy with your face 
buried in the pussy of some horny Amazon."

"I wonder how many Amazons, you'll put down, before that happens?
Hmm... 300 or maybe 500, perhaps." Varus was teasing Lucius.

"What! I can't believe my oldest and dearest friend is insulting me 
like this." Lucius cooed. "I'll vanquish at least 1000 Amazons, 
before I perish."

"Yes of course, old man." Varus started laughing. "Sorry for 
underestimating your talents."

The two friends were laughing their asses off. They started to get 
drunk now, but kept talking with muted voices, so no one else could 
hear. They continued to drink through the night and in the morning 
they stumbled out into the street, where they were picked up by a 
patrol of Lucius' nightwatchmen. They made sure, that Lucius and 
Varus got home safely.


Coup d'‚tat of the king:

A week later they both got orders to accompany a delegation of 
senators up north. Strangely, nobody seemed to know exactly what they 
were going to do up north.

The orders of the senators were written in a scroll, which was sealed 
with the king's seal and the senators had strict orders not to break 
it until they reached a certain destination up north. They also 
carried several letters to the leaders of the nations in the north, 
which all also bore the king's seal. This indicated that the king 
planned to hire an army of mercenaries from the north to deal with 
the threat from the barbarians in the west.

Lucius was irritated, that he had suddenly had to leave. It was just 
around the day in the month, where the Amazonian emissaries would 
arrive and Lucius had a gut-feeling, that Myria finally had decided 
to follow them to Thermodonus and she would very pissed, if Lucius 
was not there to greet her.

As pissed off Amazons were not to be trifled with, Lucius was now 
scared of what Myria might do to him, if he accidentally walked out 
on her. She would properly chase after him and kill him by choking 
him to death with his own genitals.

Lucius tried to make up excuses, that he had to stay at the senate a 
few more days, but the orders were specifically for him and Varus to 
accompany the senators, so there were no way around it - Lucius had 
to go up north with the senators, Varus and the rest of the senator's 
bodyguards.

On the second day of the journey, Lucius started to get worried, he 
was not quite sure what it was, but he had a gut feeling that 
something was terrible wrong. He had noticed that they had forgotten 
a certain banner, but it was just a formality. The leaders of the 
nations up north knew all the emissaries of the Homians quite well 
and they wouldn't be strict about formalities. So that couldn't be 
the cause of his worry.

At nightfall he had problems falling to sleep and just lay silent and 
looked at the stars until sleep finally came to him.
During the night Lucius dreamt of fire and clashing steel. He stood 
paralyzed, while people were dying all around him. He saw the 
tortured face of his dear Myria, while the king of Homia was 
laughing.

He woke up from his dream in cold sweat. He was now resolved; he 
simply had to go back to check on things back home. He waited until 
first light of the new day, then he stood up and got dressed and woke 
Varus up. He told him that a certain banner was missing. It was just 
a formality, but it would be correct to go back and fetch it.

"Missing banner?" Varus was still half asleep. "I can't believe, that 
you woke me up at this hour because of some musty old piece of cloth 
that nobody gives a damn about anyways."

"But go if you must." Varus was clear in the head now. "And if your 
dear Captain Myria has arrived, you can't just fool around with her 
and leave us in the shit. You simply have to bring her along and 
entertain her along the way, hi-hi." Varus started giggling.
"Now, off you go and let me sleep. I'll cover for you, while you are 
away, but if you come back without that rotten banner, then I will 
personal kick your ass, is that clear?"

"Perfectly clear, old friend." said Lucius. "Thank you, I owe you 
one!".

Varus just waved him off and turned on his side and went back to 
sleep.

Lucius mounted his horse, spurred it and hasted back to the Homian 
capital Thermodonus. The Homian emissaries and their bodygards had 
been underway for two whole days, but Lucius managed to cover the 
distance in half the time, because the emissaries were not used to 
the saddle like Lucius was.

He arrived back at Thermodonus in the afternoon and he noticed 
immediately that the city was in disarray. The gates of the Homian 
capital were usually guarded by the regular army, but the guards at 
the gate were now dressed in his uniform of the Honoured Legion. 
However, he had not seen these men before and they were rather 
shabbily dressed. They didn't even bother to salute him, when he rode 
through the gate, they just gave a grunt, when they noticed his 
uniform and then continued to stand leaning their backs against the 
wall and acting like they didn't give a damn.

He was just about to jump from his horse and give them a severe 
scolding for not saluting him and not keeping their uniform in order, 
but he had far more important things to do. 

He also noticed that people on the street were avoiding him and acted 
like they were afraid of him and his uniform. 

"Strange." he thought to himself. "I have been riding all day, but I 
didn't realize that I smelled that bad."

"Get off your high horse, good sir." A hooded beggar was pulling at 
his foot. He recognized the voice, but couldn't put a name to it.

"Now!" the voice of the beggar was now stern and demanding. "Hurry 
up, please."

Lucius quickly jumped from his horse and the beggar stood right in 
from of him and drew his hood back.

"Senator Flavius!" Lucius was shocked. "Why are you not at the senate 
instead of running around in the streets dressed like a beggar?

Lucius knew him quite well from the senate. In fact, he had voted for 
Flavius, when the elections were held four years ago. Flavius were 
once an officer in the Homian army, but after he suffered injury in 
his left shoulder, he could no longer handle a shield. Instead he 
went into politics, because he could still raise his arm, when he 
gave a speech.

"Shh!" the senator hushed at Lucius. "I am not a senator anymore and 
the senate is no more! You obvious don't have a clue on what's going 
on. Well, let me fill you in; the king has declared martial law and 
the senate have been dismissed."

"He has also arrested the Amazonian emissaries and their bodyguards 
and he is planning to execute them in the arena either by crucifixion 
or impalement. It's going to be a slow and painful spectacle." 

"What? The emissaries are untouchable!" Lucius couldn't believe what 
he was hearing. "My men would never take part in such abominations."

"The Honoured Legion has been disbanded and the men are either sent 
away or locked up." Flavius explained. "The barbarians have taken 
over their uniforms. The ones you see in the street are just a small 
vanguard of the gigantic barbarian army, which are on the march from 
the vest."

"And the Amazon bodyguards of the emissaries?" Lucius asked.

"The barbarians knocked them out with clubs before arresting the 
emissaries." Flavius replied. "The Amazons didn't see it coming, 
because they were dressed up as the Honoured Legion."

"That old goat has gone bloody bonkers!" Lucius was getting pissed. 
"What does the regular army do about it?"

"The regular army perished in the Appian mountains!" said Flavius. 
"And this mockery of an army, that we got now, are doing bloody 
nothing. They have sworn allegiance to the king, so there's not much 
they can do, unless they turn rogue, but they simply don't have the 
guts for that and there are nobody left to lead them, because the 
only officers, who would have gone against the king are you and 
Varus. That's why he sent you up north, so you were out of the way, 
when he initiated his coup d'‚tat."

The king's plan was actually brilliant as it was totally reckless; 
once the Amazonian emissaries and their bodyguards had been tortured 
to death in the arena, the Amazons would be forced to retaliate and 
march straight at the Homian capital Thermodonus and there they would 
be met by an 8000 strong barbarian army. And while the barbarians and 
the Amazons were killing each other off, the army of mercenaries from 
the north would arrive to deal with the remains of any barbarian or 
Amazon forces. This way, the threats to the Homian nation from both 
east and west would be put down with one stroke.

"So, what do we do about it?" Lucius was impatient to go at do 
something. "Should I go kill that fucking bastard right where he sits 
on his throne?"

"You do not undertake such stupid actions." Flavius snapped at him.  
"Nah, despite all our misfortunes, we might just have one advantage. 
Your Amazon liaison is among the captives."

"Oh, shit." Lucius thought to himself. "When Myria finally shows up, 
she gets banged over the head and thrown in prison. She would most 
likely be very pissed by now."

"You're still an officer." Flavius explained. "You can claim your 
right to spend the night with her, before she is executed and make 
your battle plans with her."

"Free the Amazon prisoners." Flavius continued. "Take the hostages 
out of the equation, then the Amazons will have no reason to 
retaliate and our brain-rotten king will be left with a mighty horde 
of barbarians, who are trotting through our fields and pastures. Then 
the people must rebel against this worthless good-for-nothing of a 
king."

"Then Homia will have redeemed herself and we can finally rid 
ourselves of the abomination of the rule of kings and live in a true 
democracy." the voice of Flavius now sounded like he was giving a 
speech at the senate, but he regained his senses.

"Excuse me, I'm rambling. I know I have placed a heavy burden on your 
shoulders, noble Lucius. I'm sorry, but I have no one else to turn 
to."

"Put this rope on and be sure to cover your face. The king's counsel 
must not know that you have returned.
Go now, for the senate and the people of Homia."

The two men clinched their right fists and banged them together.

Flavius turned around and disappeared and Lucius hurried home to get 
started on his endeavour.

Lucius reached his home without being recognized and he banged the 
gate of his house.

Lucius' household only consisted of one male slave by the name of 
Blasius. Lucius regarded him more as a friend and an employee rather 
than a slave or a servant. They grew up together at Lucius father's 
estate and when Lucius bought a house of his own, he asked his 
farther, if Blasius could follow him and be his servant and keep his 
house for him, when he was away.

Lucius always paid Blasius each week for his service and give him a 
monthly day off, so he could spend time on his own. Actually Blasius 
spend most of his time on his own because he had the house to himself 
most of the day. The two men would eat breakfast together in the 
morning and then Lucius would be away all day. Usually Lucius would 
eat dinner at the barracks with his men to show, that even if he was 
the commanding officer, he was still one of the boys and at the same 
time he could ensure, that they were well fed.

But Lucius insisted that he and Blasius would eat dinner together 
once a week, so that they would not grow strangers.

His servant opened the hatch of the door in the gate. "Who's there?"

Lucius pulled his hood back so Blasius could see his face.

"Master?" Blasius was surprised to see him back so soon.

"Shh!" Lucius hushed at him. "Just open the door, please."
When he got inside, he bowed to his servant.

"Noble Blasius, will you join me in an adventure, where we will face 
grave danger and gain no riches except honour?"

"Yes, Master." said Blasius and took the bridle of his horse. "How 
can I help you?"

"First you have to stop calling me 'Master' from now on, because you 
are now citizen Blasius and no longer my servant or slave. Please 
wait here, I'll be going out again."

Lucius went through his house into his private room, where he fetched 
a cape with a hood and produced a leather pouch, which he filled with 
silver coins from his chest.

The coffers of Lucius were full these days, because he had a well-
paid job and very few personal expenses. But now it was to time to 
spend his wealth to try and save his country.

Then he went to the stable and fetched his second horse.

"I will now go to the prison to bring back a certain lady, who is 
gonna help us in our endeavour." Lucius gave his instructions to 
Blasius.

"And while I'm gone, I want you to draw up a list of servants and 
slaves in the city, who are unhappy with their masters and are 
willing to risk their lives to gain freedom. We need at least 8 
people to make this work, but secrecy is essential, therefore they 
must have your complete trust or else we can't use them."

Lucius bowed to Blasius he went out the gate. "Now, you just hold the 
fort until I get back with my Amazon liaison."

Lucius rode off to the prison. When he got to the gate of the prison, 
he removed his beggar rope and knocked at the gate.

"What?" the private, who opened the hatch of the gate, sounded 
irritated.

"I am an officer and I want to claim my right..." Lucius started 
proclaiming.

"Go away! You won't get any of the Amazons today!" the private 
snapped at him.

"I demand to see the commanding officer." Lucius didn't take no for 
an answer. The private grunted something and then a new face looked 
at Lucius from the hatch. The prison captain didn't know him, but 
took him for a decent kind of officer and let him in.

"Don't take it personal, good sir." said prison captain. "But we have 
strict orders not to let any of the Amazon prisoners out of prison. 
We have had quite many requests from officers, who have personal 
reasons to get back at the Amazons, therefore this custom has been 
put on hold for the time being."

"You see." the prison captain continued. "The king has declared, that 
all the prisoners must be in good health with all limps intact, when 
they enter the arena tomorrow afternoon. He wants to ensure that they 
all last a long time at the torture and execution show in the arena."

"Well." said Lucius. "I can assure you, that I didn't loose any 
family members in the Appian pass, so you can safely hand any Amazon 
over to me, I swear that I will not do her any harm - accept to her 
pride and private body parts."

"I'm sure that our noble king will not object to that I grease up her 
pussy a bit, so the stake will slide in a little easier."

"I'm very sorry, good sir, but orders are orders." the captain was 
still reluctant to hand an over an Amazon prisoner to Lucius.

"Besides I will leave this as collateral so you can be sure, that I 
will bring her back safe and sound." Lucius produced the leather 
pouch and put it on the table with a little slam, so anyone in the 
room could hear that it was filled with a lot of money.

"And by the way." Lucius pushed the leather pouch further towards the 
prison captain. "I don't need to have all the money back, so why 
don't you buy some beers for yourself and your brave men.

The captain looked at the leather pouch and licked his lips, but did 
not dare take Lucius' offer.

"Beer!" said the private. "That's a very generous offer from a Homian 
officer and gentleman. It would be rude not to take him up on his 
offer, my good captain."

As Lucius now had shared his wealth with the privates, the captain 
had no choice but to humour him.

"All right, who would you like to claim for the night?" the captain 
led Lucius to the cells, where the Amazons were locked up. The two 
bodygards of the emissaries were in uniform. Myria was not in 
uniform, but wore a civilian dress like the emissaries.

"They don't look like much. I've heard that Amazons are very 
beautiful women!" Lucius pretended to be disappointed. "Are you 
holding some one back for your own private pleasure?"

"No, sir!" the captain was worried that Lucius would walk out again 
with his money. "These are the very ones, who were taken captive at 
the senate."

"Very well then." Lucius sighed and pointed at Myria. "I'll take 
her."

"Beware sir!" the captain said. "Amazons are very dangerous 
creatures. She must remain tied up all the time and never leave her 
unguarded at any time during her stay in your house. And be sure to 
bring her back tomorrow morning alive and with all limps intact."

"Yes sir. I got it." Lucius answered.

As soon as Myria got out of the cell, she spat in Lucius face and 
scolded him.

"Come here, you impudent cunt. I'll teach you some manners." Lucius 
took a firm grip in her hair and marched off with her, while she 
continued to scold and curse him.

"You can lay off the charm, no one is watching now." said Lucius when 
they got outside the prison gate. "Here, put this cape on."

Lucius discreetly untied the leather cords, which she was tied up 
with and Myria mounted one of Lucius' horses. The stallion neighed 
and objected to having to carry a rider, because it had not yet 
recovered from the hard ride this morning.

Lucius soothed the horse by stroking its head and whispered in its 
ear. "Easy, old boy. I know you are supposed to have the rest of the 
day off, but please carry her home for me. Hopefully, she'll be 
riding my face instead in a few days from now."

He smiled sweetly at Myria and mounted his other horse. "Are any of 
the prisoners injured?" Lucius asked.

"No, apart from headaches, we're all fit." Myria replied.

"Good!" said Lucius. "I'm sorry, I wasn't here to greet you, when you 
arrived with the noble emissaries, but I got sent away by the king." 

"So I was informed. Why did you come back on this day then?" Myria 
asked.

"A terrible gut-feeling during the day and horrid dreams during the 
night." Lucius answered.

"Hmm, you have the gift of premonition. Not many males got that." 
Myria said. "What happens now?"

"Back to my house where we will make battle plans." Lucius replied.


Preparing the getaway:

When they got back Lucius introduced Blasius to Myria as his friend 
and associate and the three of them then sat down around the table in 
the living room, where Blasius had arranged some food and drinks.

"After we set the Amazonian prisoners free." said Lucius. "My men and 
I will be named traitors by the king and his counsel. We will be 
hunted down and executed, unless we are protected. Is there anywhere 
that we can live as free men and still be protected by the Amazonian 
nation?"

"Yes there is." Myria explained. "If we make back to Themiskyra, then 
you and your men can move up north of Amazonia and live in the nation 
of Gargareans, who are our friends and allies. The supremacy of 
females does not rule there and the citizens live more or less like 
they choose themselves."

"The Amazons often travel op there to get impregnated by the local 
males and some Amazonians even take residence there, if they don't 
fit in with the lifestyle of the Amazons."

"Good, that's settled then." said Lucius. "However, we need 
transportation back to Themiskyra. How do we contact the Amazon 
'grass', who are working in the city?"

"What is 'grass'?" Myria asked.

"You know; spies, informers, whatever you Amazons call them." Lucius 
answered. "And don't tell you haven't got any in the city. You 
Amazons have been keeping tabs on us for several years now."

"Oh, I see. I'll take care of that." Myria said. "What shall I tell 
them?"

"Neither you nor I are leaving this house until tomorrow morning, 
when we return to the prison." said Lucius firmly. "Please instruct 
noble Blasius on how to contact them."

Lucius didn't entirely trust Myria, if she was set free to seek out 
the Amazon grass on her own, then she would have no need of him any 
more.

However Myria refused to give up any secrets regarding the spy 
network that supplied the Amazon nation with vital information.

The arguments were starting to get heated, when suddenly there was a 
loud knock on the gate.

Lucius got nervous and jumped up. "You go to the gate, Blasius".

Lucius gave his sword to Myria and rushed to get his spare sword from 
his private chamber.

"Master!" Blasius called him from the yard outside. "Two peasant 
girls from the market want to see you. A couple of very insisting 
young ladies."

Lucius relaxed again and put his sword down on the table and went to 
the door to get rid of the peasant girls, who obviously wanted to 
peddle something.

There was a young peasant girl at the door, who held a basket full of 
fruits in her hands. Lucius scolded her and told her to get lost, but 
then he suddenly froze. The young girl threw the basket aside and put 
a dagger against his genitals.

"You got an Amazon prisoner in your custody." her voice was very 
cold. "Hand her over now and she better be unharmed or else you die 
slowly!"

He could now see that the other peasant girl held to knife to the 
throat of Blasius.

"Eh, eh, oh." Lucius was speechless from fear and could only utter 
mute noises. Instead he waved Myria forward.

"What is it, you morons?" Myria was irritated.

"Captain Myria of the Queen's Royal Cavalry?" the peasant girl called 
to Myria.

"Yep, that's me." Myria started to giggle and came to the door. "I 
should have guessed that you were keeping the prison under 
surveillance and would follow us here."

She took Lucius by the ear and pulled it as if he was a schoolboy, 
which she reprimanded. "You need not scold me anymore to contact the 
Amazon 'grass', they have contacted us."

"Welcome girls." she said to the Amazons. "You can put the knifes 
away, cause these male are perfectly harmless."

"Won't you come inside, please." Lucius said. "We should coordinate 
our battle plans, so we don't get in each others way."

Myria introduced Lucius and Blasius to the Amazon 'grass'.
"Is that Lucius?" one of the Amazon girls looked him over. "I thought 
you were taller and prettier too."

"Umm, nice ass." the other girl was looking at Blasius.

The two Amazon girls seemed very young. They couldn't have been more 
than 16 and they had problems with keeping focussed on their jobs. 
But they finally settle down around table and Lucius began explaining 
his battle plan.

"Myria and I will return to the prison in the morning at sunrise as I 
agreed with the prison captain. They will suspect nothing and most of 
guards will properly still be drunk or down with hangover. Then 
Blasius will show up with a platoon of soldiers and fetch the 
prisoners."

"You girls have to supply the uniforms. So if you would be so kind to 
knock some barbarians over the head - and no blood please and make 
sure that the bodies are not discovered until we are in the clear. We 
will need 8 of these uniforms but leave the officers be. Nobody takes 
any notice if some barbarian privates have gone AWOL, but officers 
won't go unnoticed. Instead Blasius will wear my uniform and lead the 
platoon."

"We will rendezvous at the eastern gate. You Amazons need to have the 
transportation ready at sunrise and if the towers at the city gate 
are manned, then you have to shoot them down, before we arrive."

"Are you planning to storm the prison and free the prisoners?" one of 
the Amazon girls asked.

"No way." Lucius replied. "They are gonna hand over the prisoners to 
Blasius and his platoon of soldiers. I'll write the transfer order 
myself, but as long as it bears the king's seal, anything goes."

"Can you counterfeit the king's seal?" Myria asked.

"No, we need to borrow the king's seal to make it work." Lucius 
answered. "Now, here comes the tricky part."
 
"Blasius, do you know any of the servants or slaves at the palace?"

"Yes, Master Lucius!" Blasius replied. "As it happens, I got one 
slave on my list, who serves at the royal palace."

"Oh, I thought that any slave would dream of a position at the 
palace" Lucius said.

"He has personal reasons to be discontent and unhappy." Blasius 
answered.

"Very well then." Lucius said. "You'll bring the transfer order for 
the prisoners to the palace and make sure, that he uses the king's 
seal. Once this is done, we are more or less in the clear."

"Remember that secrecy is the key to success on our endeavour. If 
your contact at the palace shows any signs of second thoughts, you 
must silence him without hesitation. Is that clear?

"Yes, master." the voice of Blasius was dark. He had never killed a 
man, but knew what was expected of him.

"What do you ladies think?" Lucius asked. "Do you have something else 
in mind?"

"Myria." said one of the Amazon girls. "You are the highest ranking 
officer, so you will have to decide! Do you go for the plan of your 
Homian liaison?"

"Hmm." she thought for a little while. "Yes, I do! Lucius could get 
me out by sweet-talking and throwing money on the table and he can do 
it again. Once the prisoners are free, then here is nothing holding 
us back and we can fight our way home, if we have to."

"Right, that's settled then." the Amazon grass said. "Do you need 
anything else?"

"Yes, please!" Lucius said. "If you would send a fast rider up north 
and catch up with Varus and the senators. They must be warned of the 
situation here and I fear for their lives." Lucius gave them the 
route up north which Varus and the senators were going.

"What about your family? Do you want us to evacuate them?" the Amazon 
grass asked.

"That's a noble thought." Lucius said. "But my parents are too old to 
move now. If you can get the word to Varus, then he might able to 
protect them."

Lucius wrote the fake transfer order on a scroll and the letter to 
Varus, in which he explained the tragic situation of their country. 
Then Blasius and the Amazon grass left his house to get on with their 
businesses.

Lucius and Myria were left by themselves for a while, but he wasn't 
that stupid to suggest that they should have sex, while they waited 
for their associates to return.

"Are the emissaries trained warriors?" Lucius asked. "You know that 
Blasius and his merry men can't fight at all."

"The emissaries will fight if they have to." Myria said. "One of them 
was a decent archer in her younger days."

"Archer!" Lucius said. "That's good to know. We could well use her 
skills."

Blasius was the first to return with the transfer order bearing the 
kings seal and the runaway slave from the palace.

"Look here!" Lucius triumphantly held up the transfer orders as if it 
was the victor's laurels. He felt that victory was now ensured.

Blasius went out again and Lucius instructed him to bring the rest of 
the servants and slaves back in small groups of three to avoid 
suspicion.

Blasius then quickly brought back 'fresh recruits' for their 
campaign. Lucius installed them in his living room, where there were 
still food and drink on the table. Lucius entertained the men and got 
to know a little about their background. They were mostly artisans; 
potters, sculptures and carpenters. They carried bruises and scars, 
which clearly indicated, that they often had been beaten. 

The slave from the palace was a scrivener and he seemed unscathed. 
However, his scars and bruises were maybe more intimate, but that was 
not Lucius' business.

Later the Amazon grass returned with the uniforms including shields, 
swords and armour.

"One more ting, noble Amazonians." Lucius said. "Could you please 
bring us a decent bow with a quiver full of arrows?"

The Amazons looked at Myria, who nodded her head. Lucius acted as if 
he was in charge of the operation, but his orders had to be approved 
by Myria.

Next time that Blasius returned, he announced that they were gonna be 
two men short. One had already run away and the other was dead - 
beaten to death by his cruel master.

"Should I try and find some replacements?" Blasius asked.

"No, that will be risky." replied Lucius. "Here's what you do.
Go to the city Agora." (Central marketplace in ancient Greece).

"There you will find two men, who always hang around there looking 
for work."

"But they are assassins, master! We can't use them." Blasius knew 
exactly who he was talking about.

"They are gentlemen, who sometimes take on 'odd jobs'." Lucius said. 
"But they are true to their word and are always discreet and that's 
why we can use them on this day."

"Besides, two more swordsmen will be mighty handy, if we should end 
up in a scrape and have to fight our way out of the city."

As they had run out of brave amateurs to help them on their 
endeavour, it was now time to call on the professionals to fill their 
ranks. So Lucius gave a pouch filled with money to Blasius, because 
the two professionals always wanted a down payment, when they took a 
new job. Lucius instructed him not to reveal anything except there 
would be danger and possible bloodshed.

Blasius came back with two men, who looked in their early thirties. 
They wore discreet civilian clothes, which would make them blend in 
with the crowd anywhere.

"Gentlemen, when you enter my house, there is no turning back." 
Lucius met them at the gate.

"We have taken the money of your associate, that means we will finish 
the job, whatever it is." said one of the assassins.

"Why all the secrecy, good sir?" the other assassin asked. "Are we 
gonna kill the king or something?"

"He-he, that's tempting, but no!" Lucius answered. "This is a mission 
for true gentlemen: We are gonna rescue some damsels in distress."

"Now, please come inside, we need to get prepared."

As they now had the numbers to make up appearances of a platoon, it 
was time to try to teach them the basic knowledge on how to march in 
a straight line. So everybody went to the stables to start the 
drilling of the new 'recruits'.

Lucius changed clothes with Blasius because he would act as the 
officer of the platoon. The rest of the men changed into the 
uniforms, which were provided by the Amazon grass.

Then Lucius lined the men up with Blasius in front and the rest of 
the men behind lined up in two columns. Myria was placed in between 
the to columns cause she was to act as the Amazon prisoners.

"This soldiering business is really quite simple once you get into 
it." Lucius explained. "Just keep trotting in the footsteps of the 
man in front of you."

"My noble friend and associate Blasius will act as the officer, so 
just follow him through the city, once they have released the 
Amazonian prisoners to us."

"No one knows the city streets better than Blasius, so he will safely 
guide us to the eastern city gate without getting lost."

"You honour me, master." Blasius said.

"Stop calling me 'master'!" Lucius barked at him. "If you ever do 
that after we leave this house tomorrow, then you'll jeopardize the 
whole operation."

"What shall I call you then?" Blasius asked.


"'Moron' is what you call him." Myria giggled.

"'Sir' is what you call me or 'moron' if you like - anything except 
'master'." Lucius answered.

In the next couple of hours, Lucius trained the men to march in a 
straight line.

He instructed Blasius to call out these simple commands:

"Forward march!" for going forward.

"Company halt!" this means stop.

"About turn!" the men would turn around.

"Forward march!" going forward again.

The men of course had no idea on how to march in a straight line and 
kept stepping on each others toes and heels - except the two 
professionals, who apparently had been in the army. Therefore he 
placed them in front of the two columns. The merry men had not 
learned much, but they were to act as barbarians, who just recently 
had put on a uniform, so they make up appearances just nicely.

When Lucius thought that they had drilled enough, he called it a day 
and invited them back to the house to eat dinner.

The Amazon grass also came back with the bow and arrows and Lucius 
invited them to stay, because it was getting dark soon and due to the 
curfew, no one were allowed to roam the streets after dark.

Lucius and Blasius took out all eatable foodstuffs from the pantry 
and they prepared the food, while the rest of the men and the Amazons 
entertained themselves in the living room. They kept their voices 
muted, so they could not be heard from the street.

At the dinner, Lucius served only water and tea, although he had vine 
in the house, but alcohol should never be served before an important 
mission.

When it got dark, Lucius ordered, that only a few lights would be 
lit, so his house would appear to be empty except for his caretaker 
Blasius.

When they had finished eating, he ordered the men to go and sleep in 
the stable. Lucius apologized to the runaway slaves and servants, 
that they had to spend their first night in freedom locked up in a 
stable, but secrecy came before delicacy.

Blasius would sleep at the door to make sure that no one stole away 
into the night. The Amazon grass would sleep in the living room, 
while Myria and Lucius retired to the bedroom.


Lucius making passes at Myria:

His bed was big enough for the both of them and he sat on a stool, 
while he undressed himself and Myria sat on bed.

"Will you come and see me in nation of Gargareans?" Lucius began.

"And sit on your face? Yes sure." Myria smiled at him. "And I liked 
your letter, by the way. It was explicit and straight to the point 
but also kind of cute. I bet the emissaries were laughing their asses 
off, when you dictated the letter to them."

"That's right, they thought it was quite funny. But you took your own 
sweet time getting here." Lucius said.

"Well, some of us have got a job to do! I can't just run off, 
whenever some pathetic lovesick male is beckoning." Myria replied.

"Yes of course, I didn't mean no disrespect." Lucius spoke humbly.

When Myria told him earlier, that also Amazonians lived in the nation 
of Gargareans, an idea had emerged in his mind. Lucius was now ready 
to make his bold move.

"Perhaps you would like to come along with me to the nation of 
Gargareans and live together, you know, like husband and wife?"

"Lucius, what is this?" Myria barked at him.

"It is called proposal." said Lucius. "Should I get down on my 
knees?"

"NO! Keep your ass in your seat. Why do you utter these absurd 
words?" Myria couldn't believe her ears.

"We could have a life." Lucius explained. "You can sit on my face 
anytime you like and I will do whatever you want me to do. I'm very 
easy to get along with."

"Says who?" Myria snapped at him.
"My mother." said Lucius.
"Yah, right." Myria snapped at him again.

"Well, I won't get in your face, but you can get in mine as much as 
you like." Lucius tried to be funny.

"Get to the point!" Myria sharpened her voice and Lucius almost 
jumped off his seat.

"And if things don't work out, then we're both adults. You can just 
move back to Amazonia and we can live apart and see each other 
whenever it's convenient - like Skadi and Njord."

"There is only one adult present, you moron." she thought to herself. 
They hadn't freed the emissaries yet, but Lucius was already 
preoccupied with securing his sex-life.

"You see, Skadi and Njord were never happy." Lucius continued. 
"Because they tried to fit into each others worlds, where they 
certainly didn't belong. Instead they should have settled down on 
neutral ground. But we can do better for ourselves and I think we 
could be happy together in the nation of Gargareans."

"What would make me 'happy' is to see you choke on your own 
genitals." Myria thought to herself.

"Well, let's not get ahead of ourselves." she said in a friendly 
tone. "We can discuss this matter, when we get to Themiskyra. There 
you can present your ideas to the queen."

"And whatever her decision is, I'm fine with that." Myria of course 
expected queen Heta to put her foot down and refuse Lucius' idiotic 
proposal.

Although Lucius wasn't that bad looking - for a male, she was not in 
love with him. He reminded her mostly of a large drooling dog, which 
wagged his tail every time he saw her. Quite cute and a handy sex toy 
to have around for a little while, but not someone she would like to 
spend her days with.

"Quite right, I was getting ahead of myself, please forgive me!" 
Lucius said humbly. "I shall concentrate on the job and speak none of 
it again until we bring the emissaries safely back to Themiskyra."

However, now it was time to put on a little make-up.

"Lucius, come here." Myria purred and stood up.

She gently put her hand behind his neck and pretended that she was 
gonna kiss him, but instead she butted him on the side of his face.

"Arhh." Lucius cried out.

"Hold still." she butted him on the other side of the face.

"Am I being punished?" Lucius asked.

"No, sweetie." Myria replied. "This plan of yours is crude and 
pathetic, but it might just work. However, because you are an 
ignorant male, you will of course fuck it all up yourself, if you 
didn't have a brainy female around to guide you."

"If you had your way, you would show up in the morning with your face 
all smeared in my pussy juice, while I would have a sated smile on my 
face, after you serviced me orally all night long. But that's not 
gonna work, you moron!"

"We are supposed to be deadly enemies and not allies. Now hit me in 
the face." Myria sat down again on the bed

Lucius gave her a slap with the back of his hand.

"Now, what's that for a pathetic sissy slap? I obviously have to do 
everything myself." Myria banged her face hard against the table by 
the bed.

"No, don't!" Lucius was scared that she would do permanent damage to 
her face. "I'll hit you."

This time he concentrated and slapped her hard across the face.

"Not good enough, you moron." she scolded him. "Use your fists, you 
wimp."

It was revolting for him to hit a woman, but he did as he was told 
and punched her hard a couple of times across the face - carefully 
avoiding hitting the nose.

Myria could feel her lips were beginning to swell and blood was 
tickling from the lower lip.

"Not impressive, but that will have to do. Now hold still, we need to 
work a little more on your face." she got up again and took a firm 
grip at his hair and put her nails in his face and made some deep 
scratches.

Lucius grunted from the pain, but remain still with his hands behind 
his back.

"You can take the pain - that's cute." Myria complimented him for 
once.

"Now you look absolutely adorable, my dear." Myria cooed. "Now, I 
just need one more thing from you. Wank yourself off, I need your 
sperm."

Lucius sat down on the stool, removed his underwear and started to 
stroke his flaccid cock, which didn't react to his strokes.

"Get on with it or I'll cut ..." Myria didn't finish the sentence, 
because she remembered from their first encounter at Themiskyra, that 
this kind of talk had the opposite effect on Lucius.

Instead she decided to encourage him in a more courteous manner.

"Lucius, look here." Myria said. Then she slowly lifted her dress up 
and exposed her thighs. She then began to caress herself, while she 
looked him straight in the eyes.

Lucius got mesmerized by her actions and his cock began to grow.

She lifted her dress further and removed her underwear. Then she 
showed him her pussy and spread her pussy-lips wide apart.

"Behold my lovely pussy temple." she purred. "It awaits your humble 
worshipping, if you can behave yourself and do as you told - like a 
good little boy."

Lucius was now stroking his cock faster and faster while he was 
breathing heavily. It would not take long before he would come.

He did actually look quite cute with his face full of bruises and 
that docile and horny look in his eyes, which showed that he was 
completely under her spell.

"Don't come just now, you don't have my permission to come yet. You 
must hold it back until I'm ready." Myria was now getting horny 
herself and wanted to finish before him.

Lucius immediately stopped stroking his cock. The sight of him with 
the fully erect cock with pre-come oozing from the tip, while he kept 
his arms down the side like they were limped, aroused her immensely.

She overcame the strong temptation to order him to lick her pussy. 
She knew that she was the one had to keep her cool, if they were to 
free the emissaries in the morning.

She leaned back on the bed, while she frigged her pussy with one hand 
and the other crept up under her dress and caressed her erect 
nipples.

She spread her legs vide as she was getting near to a massive orgasm. 
Then she fell back on the bed, when her orgasm started. Her arms and 
legs started to twitch and soon her whole body was shaking, when she 
had a very intense orgasm that hit her like a big wave.

Then she curled up and purred, while she enjoyed the aftermath of her 
mighty orgasm.

Finally she gained her senses and sighed. It was now time to perform 
the dirty work.

"Go on. Now you may come." she told him. 

After just took a few strokes to his cock, it exploded in a massive 
eruption of sperm, which spurted out in his hand.

Myria got up and scraped the sperm from his hand. She smeared most of 
his sperm around her mouth. The rest she smeared on her throat and 
wiped her hand clean in her dress. She also tore up her dress up a 
little to make up appearances that she had been in a fight.

"Disgusting!" Myria's face was contorted with disgust. "My best party 
gown - all ruined. I want a new dress, when we get back to 
Themiskyra." 
"And I shall personally buy it for you. Is my drachmas (currency in 
ancient Greece) even valid in Amazonia?"

"Well of course they are, you moron." Myria scolded him. "Ignorant 
males! You have money, but you have no manners and you have no 
culture."

"Quite right, my dear Myria. Quite right." Lucius did not wish to 
start an argument.

Now their disguises were indeed perfect. With the bruises in her face 
and swollen lips with sperm smeared all around them, everyone would 
think that Lucius had beaten her up and then raped her in her mouth 
and throat. And on the other hand the bruises in his face clearly 
showed that she had put up a vigorous fight, before he had his way 
with her.

The two of them laid down on the bed. For a while the two of them 
just lay silent. Then she noticed that he was looking at her.

"Can't sleep?" she asked.

"No. My face aches." he said.

"Well, if it's any consolation, I feel the same pain as you and on 
top of that, I got the stench of your filthy excrements on my face. 
But I can still rest my body without sleeping." she explained.

"Will you please teach me how?" he asked.

Myria taught him how to breathe deep and slow, while he meditated 
over how to complete the mission of the morning successfully.


Escape from Thermodonus:

At the morning muster, people was pretty chocked to see the bruises 
in their faces, but Myria could reassure that their nightly exchange 
of bruises were all for queen and country and not personal. They ate 
the leftovers from the dinner for breakfast and then it was time to 
leave.

Lucius emptied his chest for his last money and packed some clothes 
and personal stuff for his hygiene plus the bow and quiver of arrows 
on his horses. He strapped his spare sword to his side and strapped 
his shield on his back. He also hid a dagger inside his civilian 
clothes.

Lucius possessed nothing of value except some vases and sculptures, 
which were gifts from his family. Therefore he politely asked the 
Amazon grass to bring them back to his family, when they had made it 
safely out of the city.

He also informed the Amazon grass, that they should help themselves 
to anything, which they could use from his home. His house would most 
likely be confiscated or burnt-down to the ground, once it was 
discovered that he had set the Amazon prisoners free.

Myria painted Blasius' face with soot from the stove so he wouldn't 
be recognized. The two professionals also painted each others faces 
simultaneous, which was normal procedure for them prior to a job.

The sun was just coming up, when they left the home of Lucius. First 
Blasius and his platoon went out. The march from his home to the 
prison would give the men a little extra rehearsal time. Lucius 
firmly instructed Blasius to keep his mouth shut at all times on 
their way to the prison. If they passed another platoon, then he 
should just silently salute them and if he was spoken too, then he 
should grunt something and be off.

"You would do well to replace Blasius with one of the professionals, 
when we meet up at the prison." Myria said.

"I know he's your friend, but he is only a brave amateur." She had 
spotted right away, that both the professionals were better suited 
for the job.

"No way." Lucius refused. "Blasius has performed his tasks admirable 
so far. To order him to step down would be a major insult."

"Besides, it's unwise to replace officers without warning prior to a 
battle. It will cause unrest among the ranks."

"I'm still the commanding officer and as you are second in command, 
you will follow my orders."

"You are only in command as long as I see fit!" Myria said firmly.

"On this we agree." Lucius spoke humbly. "However, I implore you, 
noble Myria, to let me handle the liberation of the emissaries, just 
to keep up appearances. It would mean a lot to a lot of people if 
Homia would redeem itself by freeing the emissaries."

"When this is done, I will gladly step down at any time that you see 
fit and after we leave Thermodonus, I will be under your command 
anyway."

"If we loose the lives of emissaries 'on your watch', then I will be 
compelled to kill you!" Myria spoke coldly.

"You need not to bother about killing me. That I will take care of 
myself." Lucius spoke in a neutral voice. "Should the emissaries die 
on us, then I have failed and then I shall kill myself and I will 
also make sure, that Blasius is not taken alive."

"Very well then." Myria eased up a bit. "Let's be on our way, 
Lucius."

After finishing arguing about Blasius, Myria and Lucius put on their 
rope and cape to avoid being recognized in the street and rode off.

Their timing was pretty good, they passed Blasius' platoon, just 
before they reached the prison.

When they arrived, they all gathered in a small alley, so they 
couldn't be seen from the prison. Lucius pulled Blasius and Myria 
aside, so he could give them the last minute briefing.

"When Myria and I go inside, you count to 100, then you knock on the 
gate." Lucius instructed Blasius. "When you get inside, speak as 
little as possible and just show the transfer orders. And remember 
you don't know us, so don't speak to us at all."

"If they ask questions, you just refer to the transfer orders and 
apart from that, you don't know nothing. Don't try to improvise and 
make up stories, just keep silent."

"If we end up in peril, then we will take on this battle plan." 
Lucius had a backup plan just in case things got out of hand inside 
the prison.

"First I use my concealed dagger to I cut you loose, Myria. Do you 
know the face of the key-holder?"

"Yes, I got his stupid face branded in my brain." Myria said.

"Good. I'll cut the throat of the prison captain, then you draw my 
sword and go straight for the key-holder."

"Then I draw your sword, Blasius and then you run outside and call in 
the two professionals to help us finish the rest of the prison 
guards."

"Now you're talking!" This was exactly what Myria would like to hear.
"We should undertake this strategy right away."

"No!" Lucius said firmly.

"Uh, what's the matter?" Myria regarded Lucius as soft-hearted. "Are 
you scared of shedding the blood of you own people?"

"Soon, they are not my people anymore and I will shed their blood, if 
I have to." Lucius was ready to shed the blood of any man at any time 
to finish the mission.

"But we don't know when the real prisoner transport arrives. If they 
find the prison drenched in blood, then they will sound the alarm on 
us right away."

"However, if we manage to leave with the prisoners without shedding 
blood, then when the real prisoner transport arrives, they will start 
arguing and their confusion will help us escape the city unnoticed."

"Whatever!" Myria shrug her shoulders. They were still in Lucius' 
domain, so she let him have his way.

"All right, this is it!" Lucius finished talking. "Any questions?"

Both Myria and Blasius shook their heads.

"Very well, may the goods smile upon us." Lucius and Myria removed 
their rope and cape and Lucius tied her securely with leather cords. 
Then Lucius took a firm hold of Myria's hair and they marched up to 
the prison.
 
Lucius banged at the prison gate. There was a distinctive stench of 
puke just outside the gate. 

"Who's there?" the voice came from the hatch of the gate.

"I have returned the Amazon prisoner as promised." Lucius said.

"Come inside then, good Sir." the prison guard answered.

There was a heavy stench of drinking inside the prison. In the corner 
stood a barrel of beer, which the prison guards had bought for his 
money. A couple of privates were still sleeping on the floor and the 
prison captain was still drunk and half naked.

"Myria was actually right." Lucius thought to himself. "If they used 
one of the assassins as the officer of the prison transport, then the 
three of them could easily have cut the prison guards down before 
they even knew what hit them." however, this was not the way that 
Lucius would go about things.

"I believe that I specifically ordered you to keep her tied up at all 
time during her stay at your home." the prison captain had noticed 
the bruises in Lucius' face.

"Well, I eh.." Lucius pretended to be embarrassed. "I couldn't get 
her clothes off, when she was all tied up."

"Really? you should just had ripped them off. The Amazons are going 
into the arena stark-naked, anyways." the prison captain said. "The 
ways of the gentleman is totally wasted on a barbarian Amazon."

"I hope that you have learned your lesson now, good sir?" one of the 
privates said.

"Yes I have. And so has she!" Lucius said and giggled.

The prison guards started laughing as they noticed the bruises in 
Myria's face and the traces of sperm round her mouth.

Myria shouted some obscenities that even made Lucius blush.

"Well, she still got a sharp tongue, even though you greased her 
throat. Let's get her back in the cell to cool off." the prison 
captain said.

"You're welcome to help yourself to a couple of beers. After all you 
paid for them." one of the privates courteously said. 

But then there were a loud knock on the prison gate.

"What? Who can that be at this hour?" the prison captain said and 
waved one of the privates to the door.

Blasius introduced himself and give to transfer order to the private 
through the hatch of the prison gate.

"Hold your horses with the loud-mouthed Amazon." the private said and 
let Blasius in. "The prison transport is here.

"Urgh! At this hour?" the prison captain got his clothes back on to 
make himself presentable.

"I'm here for the Amazon prisoners." Blasius said and saluted the 
prison captain.

The prison captain didn't bother to read the transfer paper. Instead, 
he examined the king's seal on it and then threw it on the table. 
Then he kicked the sleeping privates awake and told them to make 
themselves useful.

The prison guards lined the Amazon prisoners up starting with Myria 
and tied them to a long wooden pole by the throats. The prison guards 
used swords and spears to drive the Amazons from the cells to the 
wooden pole. They seemed to be afraid of the captives although their 
hands were still tied.

The Amazons didn't too much resistance when being tied to the pole, 
but just enough to make up appearances, because they knew that Myria 
and Lucius had planned their escape.


Lucius leaned back against the wall and drank a beer, while he looked 
indifferent at the spectacle played out in front of him. On the 
surface he looked calm, but inside he was trampling. He felt 
extremely woundable, because his 'troops' were securely ties up to 
the wooden pole and he wouldn't be able to free them, if their scheme 
was blown while they still were inside the prison.

Finally all the Amazons were securely tied to the pole by the throats 
the prison captain gave the rope by the end of the pole to Blasius 
and saluted him. Blasius gave a hard tug on the leash and marched the 
Amazons off.

Lucius slowly finished his beer while he calmed his nerves. When the 
prison door closed behind Blasius and the Amazons, Lucius felt 
relived as if a stone fell from his heart. He savoured the last of 
the beer and put the mug on the table. He didn't know it then, but it 
would be his last beer in quite sometime. Then he made ready to leave 
the prison.

"Just a minute!" the prison captain called to him.

Lucius froze and put his hand to the handle of the dagger, which he 
had hidden inside his clothes.

"Your money, good sir." the prison captain said.

Lucius eased up. "Oh, yes. The money."

But instead of taking the remains of his money, he whispered to the 
prison captain's ear.
"Keep the money, good sir. Let's call it compensation for disobeying 
your direct order."

"You're very generous, good Sir!" The prison captain was impressed 
with Lucius' indifference about his money and discreetly slipped the 
porch of money inside his clothes. "You must have enjoyed yourself.

"Oh yes, I did. But now I have chores to attend to." Lucius said. 
"And I'm sure, that you got yours to attend to as well."
Lucius almost felt sorry for the prison captain, who thought he had 
struck gold, but would most likely be executed before the end of the 
day for having accidentally set the Amazon prisoners free.

When Lucius got outside the prison, Blasius and the rest of the men 
were well underway with the Amazons. As soon as they had moved down 
the street and couldn't be seen from the prison, the men got the 
Amazons loose from the wooden pole so it would slow them down. Apart 
from the men acted up as guarding the captive Amazons as the 
proceeded through the streets of Thermodonus.

Lucius fetched his houses and walked discreetly behind the column.

"Amazon scum!" the passer-bys in the street threw stones and horse-
shit at the Amazons.

Lucius had instructed the men to lock their shields to separate the 
Amazons from the crowd so no one could hit or stab them, but the 
ladies still had to take a lot of heat for their freedom.

Suddenly Blasius turned right and they headed for the eastern gate. 
Lucius was anxious and kept looking behind, but everything seemed to 
be going well. He could almost see the gate by now.

But then the Blasius and the column suddenly stopped. A platoon of 
Homian soldiers was blocking the street and the officer had put his 
arm up and commanded Blasius to stop.

"Fuck!" Lucius let go of his horses and rushed forward to Blasius.

"Step back. I'll do the talking." Lucius said and ordered Blasius to 
cut the Amazons loose and arm them and then stay with his horses.

"I am Lieutenant Lucius of the Honoured Legion." Lucius presented 
himself. "Has the army of Homia nothing better to do these days than 
'street-walking'?"

"Well-well-well. If it isn't the little lieutenant." the captain 
said. "Didn't recognize you there without your 'colours of cowards'. 
Are you now baby-sitting Amazon scum, now that your pathetic senate 
is gone?"

"Why are you and your men blocking the street, good sir?" Lucius 
ignored his insults.

"This platoon escorting the Amazon prisoners has apparently lost its 
way, because they are supposed to go to the arena and not out of the 
city." the Homian captain said.

"These unfortunate Amazonians were misplaced inside the prison and 
these noble citizens have taken it upon themselves to put things 
right. As the Amazonian emissaries are no longer welcome here, they 
should go home unharmed. And as you are an officer and gentleman, I 
know that you will agree." Lucius was keen on using diplomacy before 
actual combat.

"There is no way I'm gonna let these Amazon scums walk away today. 
the enemy Captain said. "I lost both my younger brothers in the 
Appian pass. Its time for the Amazons to suffer for their sins."

"Torturing and killing unarmed emissaries will not bring your 
brothers back, you thick-headed moron. It will only cause more Homian 
death and suffering!" it seems that Lucius' diplomacy wasn't really 
working.

"I trust our wise and noble king. Now, hand over the prisoners or you 
will join them in the arena."

"Then you leave me no choice; I will run you through today and unite 
you with your beloved brothers." Lucius had made his mind up that it 
now was time to fight the enemy captain and his platoon.

The enemy platoon counted six 'grandpas' (including the captain) with 
12 'grandchildren'. Although outnumbered, Lucius did not fear the 
upcoming battle, because he had far better warriors at his disposal.

The males had given their weapons to the Amazons except the two 
professionals and the warriors stepped up to Lucius - including the 
two emissaries. The Amazons had taken helmets on, but there were no 
time to put on the rest of the amour.

"Have you not yet finished talking - now is the time for fighting." 
Myria was getting impatient and wanted to see some action.

"All in good time, noble Myria, all in good time. The street is a bit 
narrow, so we'll fight them in a formation of six." Lucius said.

He lined the warriors up with the two professional on his right and 
the three Amazons on his left.

"What about us?" one of the emissaries barked at him. "I can still 
fight - better than you anyway."

"Noble emissaries. I would never doubt your fighting skills, but the 
street is too narrow for all of us to fight in the formation." Lucius 
humbly said. "And we need you to deal with any enemy that breaks our 
formation and you are also in charge of guarding our rear."

"Do what he says." Myria discreetly approved his orders. 

"Young lads. Clear out of here!" Lucius called out to the 
'grandchildren' of the enemy platoon. "This fight does not concern 
you. I was once 16 like you and just as stupid, so I know the drill; 
First they fill you up with bullshit and then they send you out to 
die and you don't even know why!"

"Anyone who breaks formation will be reported as a deserter and 
executed." The enemy captain barked at his troops.

"Don't listen to him, he is never gonna report anything - anymore." 
Lucius called back.

"Well, ladies and gentlemen. Charge!"

Lucius rushed forward, followed by his troops and he went straight 
for the enemy captain.

Lucius kept his cool and let his opponent take the first swing. When 
he did, Lucius blocked it with his sword instead of his shield as his 
opponent would expect, then he quickly spun around and hit his 
opponent over the knee with the edge of his shield. The enemy captain 
howled from the pain and fell to his knee. Then Lucius thrusted his 
sword deep into the base of his throat, which was unprotected by his 
amour. These moves were a bit risky when fighting in formation, but 
Lucius was careful not to hit his fellow fighters.

The lifeless form of his enemy fell to the ground, but Lucius' sword 
got stuck and relying on his instincts in combat, he just let it go 
and reached behind his neck to draw his spare sword, but froze when 
he grabbed empty air.

"Sword!" Lucius called out and raised his empty and to signal he 
needed a new weapon, but he stayed in formation and banged his shield 
against the new opponent he now was facing.

The Amazon next to him immediately saw his peril and made a combined 
move of banging her sword in her right hand against her opponent, who 
had to step back from the blow, while she handed the sword in the 
left hand to Lucius. Like many other Amazons, she preferred to fight 
with a weapon in both hands instead of using a heavy shield.

Lucius grabbed her sword and swung his shield against his opponent, 
while he jumped into the air and thrusted the sword into the head of 
his enemy, who didn't manage to raise his own shield in time, before 
Lucius drove his sword through the mouth of his opponent.

He banged the dead man back with his shield and then he went for the 
opponent of the Amazon next to him. She had already winged him and 
was about to finish him, when Lucius cut his leg. As he went down, 
the Amazon drove her sword into his neck.

Then the fight was over. When the young lads saw how quickly the 
Amazons with their 'prison guards' had decimated the first lines of 
their formation, they broke ranks and fled.

"Good moves, noble Amazon." Lucius bowed to the Amazon, who had 
assisted him and handed the sword back.

"Someone forgot to get properly dressed for battle this morning!" she 
said and gave him a little slap on the neck.

"That's why civilized people fight in formation instead of fighting 
duels on the battlefield." Lucius was cocky now, that he had shown 
his valour in combat.

"That's why Amazons fight in formation, you hapless males are only 
trying." the Amazon was not impressed with his performance. "Only 
brawlers make spinning moves when fighting in formation. But the 
outcome was not bad, though."

There were eight soldiers lying dead in the street; the six 
'grandpas' with two 'grandchildren'.

"Anyone winged?" Myria checked the warriors. "The street is cleared, 
let's go home now." Their troops didn't even get scratched during the 
fight.

Lucius wrenched his sword free of the dead captain and continued with 
the rest of his war-party down the street. He had kind of hoped that 
Myria would have shown the honour of fighting next to him in the 
formation, but Myria knew better. The commanding officers should 
never stand to close in combat in case they both should fall 
simultaneous in an arrow-rain or similar.

However their troubles were far from over yet. 

The gatekeepers at the eastern gate were alerted by the skirmish in 
the street and proceeded to close the gate to keep the prisoners and 
their helpers from escaping.

"Shit, they are closing the gate on us." The voice of Lucius grew 
desperate. "Archer! Step forward."

"Shoot the two men at the gate down now. If they manage to lock the 
gate and break the key in the lock, then we are trapped."

"But no Amazon can shoot straight with this Homian crap." the 
emissary with the bow stepped forward, but she didn't shoot.

"This 'Homian crap' is what you have been issued, soldier!" Lucius 
was furious and scolded the emissary. "Stop wining and get on with it 
... ugh."

Myria put her hand over his mouth and with the other hand she grabbed 
his balls firmly and gave them a hard squeeze.

"Scolding an emissary! How dare you? Where are your manners?" she 
said to him. "Now back off, I'll take over from here. You're 
dismissed!"

"Please disregard this brute male, he's ignorant and with no manners, 
but there's truth in his words." Myria spoke softly to the Amazon 
archer. "Now concentrate and use your unique skills, the man on the 
right is holding the keys. Take him out first and then his partner." 

"I'm sorry, but I can't do it." the emissary said. "It's not the bow, 
my eyes are too old and I can't see them clearly. They are just 
flickering figures too far away."

"Just do your best." Myria softly said.

The emissary put an arrow on the bow, but before she got to draw the 
bow, the key-holder collapsed with an arrow through his neck. His 
partner froze and stepped back. Then he stepped towards the dead key-
holder to get his keys, but he got an arrow in his throat. 

One of the Amazon grass waved at them from a window above them. She 
had taken position, where she could keep an eye on the gate. She 
signalled that the coast was clear now. The Amazons and their 'prison 
guards' rushed to the city gate.

The two professionals knew well the gatekeepers and the mechanism, 
which opened and closed the city gate. They had often bribed their 
way out of the city after nightfall, when they had business outside 
the city at nigh - and back in, when they had finished the 'wet' job, 
(assassination).

One of the professionals started the mechanism and the heavy chains 
started to move with a loud rattling sound and the gate slowly 
started to open.

As soon as there were some space between two doors of the gate, Myria 
stepped forward and leaned out to look outside.

"Halt!" Lucius grabbed her arm to hold her back and swung his shield 
up in front of her face.

His premonition was correct. With a loud twang an arrow landed in his 
shield, which snapped back and hit Myria in the face.

"My nose!" Myria howled from the pain, while a small stream of blood 
oozed from her nose. "Will you bastard cunts watch who you're 
shooting at!"

Myria had noticed that it was an Amazon arrow that Lucius had taken 
with his shield.

"Loose the helmet." Lucius said. "They're shooting at the helmet."

One trigger-happy Amazon had taken the shot as soon as she saw the 
Homian helmet at the gate. Some muffled shouts of excuses came from 
the outside. As Amazons usually would shoot first and ask questions 
later, Myria wouldn't have been the first to fall due to 'friendly 
fire' from Amazons.

"Hold your fire. We're coming out now." Myria shouted and threw the 
helmet to the ground. "Anyone even thinking of shooting, will have 
her quiver of arrows showed up the ass."

Outside the gate a platoon of Amazon horsewomen were waiting with 
spare horses to escort them to the Amazon capital Themiskyra. Lucius 
mounted one of his own horses and towed the other behind. The rest of 
Amazons and Homians jumped on the spare horses and they all quickly 
rode off.

Lucius was still very anxious and kept looking behind him, expecting 
to se a flock of pursuers riding out the gate, but nothing happened.

"You can relax now, Homian." one of their escorts said. "We will not 
be pursued - not by horsemen, any ways."

"See that black smoke coming from different places in town! Our 
people on the inside set their stables on fire and let loose their 
horses. It will take a while before they are rounded up and before 
they can organize a war-party to pursue us, we will be safely back in 
Themiskyra."

The Amazon grass had obviously organized a perfect diversion by 
starting fires at the stables and at the same time securing their 
escape by letting the horses loose.

After a few hours ride, they stopped at a lake to let their horses 
drink and refresh themselves. The emissaries and their bodyguards -
including Myria undressed to wash their clothes clean of the 
horseshit that they had taken back in Thermodonus.

"Gentlemen." Lucius settled the account with the two assassins. "I 
relieve from your task now. How much do I owe you?"

"Nothing!" one of the professionals said. "You need the money more 
than we do, so just keep it."

"The down payment that we received from your associate is more than 
enough to cover our expenses to travel up north and start a business 
there.

"Although we usually charge money for our services, we love our 
country too and we are honoured to have served under you, Lieutenant 
Lucius." The two assassins had turned into patriots in their 
country's hour of need.

"Do you really think you can fit in with these Amazons?" the other 
assassin said.

"They have promised freedom for me and all my men." Lucius said. "I 
will take my change with them, as they have been true to their word 
so far."

"Well, if it doesn't work out between you and your newfound Amazon 
allies, don't hesitate to head up north." the other assassin said.
"Please remember this; men of quality are always in demand up there 
and that includes you, Lieutenant Lucius. Take care now and best of 
luck."

They shed the uniforms and put on their civilian clothes, then they 
saluted him and rode off.

After sending the two professionals on their way, Lucius quickly 
undressed himself. He didn't give a shit, that everyone saw him stark 
naked. Myria was in the water and he was going to join her.

Myria saw him coming to the water. She didn't like that determined 
look on his face, so she swam further out in the lake, where her feet 
couldn't reach the bottom. But Lucius had also learned to swim and he 
swam out to her and then they treaded water in front of each other.

"What?" Myria said.

"We could have some privacy under the water." Lucius said.

"You can get under if you like. One of us has to keep her head above 
the surface." Myria answered.

Lucius went under the water and started to caress her nibbles with 
his tongue. He first held on to her by putting his hands on her 
buttocks, but she gently but firmly grabbed his hands by the wrists, 
because she only accepted his touches, if he used his tongue. When he 
ran out of air, he got his head above the surface.

"More?" he asked, while he caught his breath.

"Word of advice; when you are servicing an Amazon, you need not ask." 
Myria said. "She will courteously let you know, when she has had 
enough by kicking you away. Now return to your chores."

"Say please!" he teased her.

"The word 'please' is not in the Amazon vocabulary. Now get down 
between my legs." she grabbed his hair and forced him back under the 
water.

He tried to manoeuvre his head in between her legs to service her 
pussy with his tongue, but it didn't work, because she went under 
herself, when she stopped treading water. Instead she pulled him back 
up and they swam towards the bank of the lake, where she could stand 
firmly with her feet on the bottom.

Then she stood on the bottom with her legs spread and guided Lucius' 
head in between her legs, while she kept her own head above the 
surface. Lucius started to gently lick her pussy although he felt 
awkward being under water. Eventually he ran out of air, but Myria 
held him in place by squeezing his head between her thighs and 
holding his arms by the wrists.

Lucius grew desperate for air and started kicking against the bottom 
with his legs, but it was all in vain. There were no way he could 
kick out of Myria's hold. Suddenly his body went limp, but Myria 
noticed it at once and pulled him above the surface.
Lucius had lost consciousness, but she slapped him on the side of the 
face and then she banged him on his back with her fist. Lucius came 
through and started coughing up water.

Myria had to keep him from stumbling by holding him by his hair. 
Lucius just giggled to himself and Myria smiled to her fellow 
Amazonians, when she got out of the water and the Amazonians giggled 
when they saw Lucius coming out of the water. The males turned their 
heads as if they were embarrassed to look at him. Lucius didn't 
notice at first, but he quickly noticed, that he had a huge hard-on 
from the events in the water. It was obvious to everyone present that 
Myria had a great influence on Lucius, but no-one knew whether they 
were going to be an 'item' and she had not yet made her mind up on 
what she was going to do about Lucius.

The quickest route back to the Amazonian capital Themiskyra was going 
through the Appian mountains - more specific through the dreaded 
Appian pass, where the 5000 men strong Homian army had perished not 
even seven months ago. Lucius first grow cold at the foot of the 
pass, then he was freezing more and more and his teeth started to 
chatter as they went up the road to the pass.

Lucius' whole body was soon shaking of fear and cold as if the ghosts 
of the 5000 Homian dead were waiting at top of the pass to tear his 
heart and eat his brains out.

Even his horse felt uneasy going uphill, so Lucius leaned forward 
against its neck and whispered in its ear to sooth it and also 
catches some warmth from his horse at the same time.

Myria noticed his terrible condition and rode up to him and gently 
rubbed his neck and whispered in his ear.
"Let it go. They are all dead and buried. They can't hurt us now."

Her kind words comforted him. When they had made it safely through 
the pass, his freezing let up. They were now entering the mainland of 
the Amazonian queendom and some strange new chapters were about to 
begin in the life of Lucius, former Lieutenant in the once Honoured 
Legion of Homia.


To be continued.... 


Thus ends the 'Homians revisited' story, which is meant as a prelude 
to my main story. The tale of Lucius and Myria will continue in the 
'Living in the shadow of Amazons' series.

Comments, suggestions and story ideas are welcome; just email the 
author at jallanj@yahoo.dk