Deadly Trap Wipes Out the Entire Hombre Army

Amazon Battle Story 


It was a blood bath. There were arrows flying through the sky by the hundreds,
whizzing down from the castle walls and landing in the chests of the advancing
Hombre warriors.

The death toll was already in the hundreds, and the battle had just started
seconds ago. Everywhere you look, men were being hit by the deadly precision
of these arrows, being fired at them by rows of slender young Amazon ladies on
the castle walls, their long hair tied in woven strands, the ends waving
gently in the wind, each one gorgeous like a goddess, all in white, having
just released yet another deadly arrow aimed right at the enemy bodies, each
one taking her Hombre target out with the thud of an arrow landing in his
chest, having been fired at him in close range. The overwhelmed Hombre fell,
beaten, with arrows sticking out of their bleeding chests, while more were
still advancing toward the lethal castle trap.

Exactly like in so many recent battles, things were not going well for the
enemies of the Amazons. Poor planning, the wrong kind of weapon, the total
lack of any shields, and the exposed angles at which the Hombre warriors were
attempting to advance against, but were still completely out of reach of, the
well protected, well armed, well trained, good looking young Amazon women. The
whole thing was, once again, turning into a casual massacre of male warriors
at the hands of a completely unthreatened, unharmed, determined and cruel
Amazon war machine.

Everywhere you looked, the story was the same: The two armies were so close to
each other that the men could clearly see each beautiful female face calmly
and seductively pointing her lethal arrows at the exposed and doomed male
rows, while the Amazon girls had a great view of rows of chunky, large,
brutish males advancing foolishly toward the most well-protected and
well-manned wall of the castle fortress, and falling, eliminated by a gentle
move of the silky Amazon girls fingers that releases the deadly arrows deep
into the chest of an attacker.

And then, again, every 5 seconds, in rhythm, another row of gorgeous young
female archers appears, aims, shoots, yet more girly pink arrows are released,
and again all arrows hit their mark with deadly precision and take out yet
many more Hombres, who fall, beaten, down and out, with a female arrow thrust
deep inside them.

It was in the evening before the battle that the commander of the Homian army,
Rinoverus, met up one last time with four beautiful Amazon princesses, who he
was now passionately in love with, having fallen completely under their
witch's spell of love and devotion, subservience and treason, emotion and
secrets. It was not hard at all to smuggle them into his lair, as these
princesses had been dancers and concubines of Rinoverus for some time, loved
and adored by all for their looks and the way they move their legs, hips and
hands. They were so beautiful, so admired in their dance and so worthy of
worship that only a small dose of potion was needed in Rinoverus's drink to
ensure complete obedience with the Amazons (just in case he was not entirely
under their girly spell of beauty and sensuousness anyway).

This put Rinoverus's frame of mind into an enamoured state. He was pleased to
become a love slave to these Amazon princesses and to secretly give away yet
more intelligence about his army's battle plan, a plan that could never have
succeeded, not when the advance was to occur entirely under the orders of a
ruler who had secretly defected over to the Amazons, who was not going to
reveal to anyone that his entire attack plan was now under the control of
these beautiful Amazon princesses.

Also part of this secret betrayal by the Hombre leaders was General Cockhead,
who also took part in the secret meeting with Amazon princesses, Amazon
princesses to whom he was wholly devoted as a slave, especially since tasting
the "aphrodisiac cocktail of Aphrodite."

Until minutes before the battle, he too was stumm about his role as a spy for
the Amazons, keeping the motivation, the spirit and the expectation high among
all the Hombre warriors, virtually guaranteeing an easy conquest of a poorly
defended and completely overrun outpost of the Amazon empire, with rich fruits
in the form of young girl rape and celebrations. But on the day of battle,
General Cockhead's role was to completely disappear, which is just what he
did, along with all the Hombre armour, a crucial part of the Hombre catapult
that made it work and all the Hombre shields, down a specially prepared and
camouflaged hidden ditch, trap door and tunnel system, leaving the hapless
brutes with orders to advance at a seemingly undefended fortress, as hundreds
of Amazon girl archers were silently crouching, ready to strike, massively
well-armed with arrows on the castle wall, awaiting the signal from Rinoverus
himself.

By the time Rinoverus screamed aloud, providing the Hombres with the signal to
charge at the entrance to the fortress, and providing the waiting Amazon
archers the signal to strike, the entire Hombre army was within a few steps of
the castle walls, blissfully unaware and that there were immense numbers of
well-prepared, curvaceous and fertile young females of war lurking right above
them and blissfully unaware that the shields had vanished, leaving them with
no hope of victory.

These Hombre warriors were large brutes, trained for hand to hand combat
against smaller, weaker female opponents, trained to overpower and overrun a
panicky and small target of females, trained not to kill, but to grab and
capture so that rape and humiliation could ensue. But the only form of rape
and humiliation that was to ensue today was going to be a different sort, a
femdom Amazon-style humiliation of what few remain at the end of this battle.

The Hombre warriors were trained to follow orders, and not to stop and ponder
whether the orders were well thought out or not. Most of them were not the
thinking kind at all. They were basically enormous walking meatloafs, with no
understanding of women's needs, waiting to rape and destroy.

They were not at all expecting to encounter so many female archers at what was
supposed to be one of the least significant and quietest outpost fortresses of
the Amazon Empire. They were not expecting to be caught with no shields. And
they were most certainly not prepared for the fact that the battering ram
units at the front of the attack, who's role it was to burst open the fortress
gate, so it can be stormed and conquered, kept having to be re-manned when men
who were holding the battering ram died from being hit by an arrow.

And when the battering ram did finally manage to be used on the target gate,
the gate turned out to be a wooden fake, not at the real entrance to the
fortress, but in front instead of the thickest piece of wall, with 38 metres
of solid rock at the base and hundreds of lethal Amazon archers stationed
right above it.

By the time the remaining generals saw that the gate Rinoverus had targeted
was a total fake, a flurry of burning arrows fired down by the Amazons had set
the battering ram holders and the battering ram itself ablaze. It was
impressive indeed that they managed to rescue it at all, and courageous of
course that they gave new orders, in the absence of Rinoverus who was now
lying in the mud face down, pretending to be dead, to attack the other gate.
All the while, in 5 second rhythms, new flurries of arrows came thundering
down into their ranks, taking out more and more Hombre warriors with a silent
whizz of a pink Amazon arrow getting buried deep in more Hombre chests.

The once mighty third Hombre army, the last Hombre army to not already have
been wiped out by the Amazons, was falling victim to a rain of female death,
bit by bit, with less and less of it left to salvage every 5 seconds that go
by.

The large Hombre catapult was now ablaze, and most of the generals had been
identified and neutralized by the Amazon war machine. But not deterred, a
brave and bold charge of the battering ram runs at the gate to the fortress,
and there is a big cheer among the Hombre warriors when after what seemed like
only a gentle thump of the battering ram, the gate opens, allowing significant
numbers of Hombre warriors to charge through the tunnel leading into the heart
of the Amazon fortress. The smell of victory was now in the air, but the smell
still had a decidedly feminine scent, with not a single female defender harmed
so far.

So it was that the Hombre warriors charged into the tunnel, many not making it
into the tunnel due to the relentless volley of lethal arrows from the castle
walls. But more Hombre were still charging toward the now open gate. The sense
of triumph was short-lived, however, as the gates began to move once more, and
in seconds, slammed shut.

Only 17 Hombre warriors had made it through the gates when they were open. An
18th was crushed by the gates, as they fell shut with way more force than he
could withstand. There were still over a hundred more Hombre, on their feet,
outside the gates, their advance slowing with every step, as their
determination fades.

It was then that a further 24 of the finest Amazon archers appeared, throwing
off the cloaks that had camouflaged them, in the middle of the fortress
courtyard, all with the shiny legs of young, beautiful females wearing short
white skirts, their hair woven into strands, hair tips flailing in the wind,
their bows tight and aimed, and the looks in their eyes revealed what was to
happen next: as 24 of the deadliest and most carefully aimed of Amazon arrows
flew from their bows, instantly felling 15 of the Hombre warriors who had been
charging towards them with their swords drawn. Their final cries echoed over
the walls, revealing to all that this too had been a trap, a mistake, a deadly
part of a lost battle. The final two fought bravely, swinging their swords at
the nearest of the Amazons, but to no avail, as each was met with five Amazon
swordswomen at once, three of whom struck at the Hombre's swords to force them
into a stalemate position, while the rest sunk their Amazon swords deep into
the chests of the Hombre attackers. Not a single Amazon girl had suffered any
form of damage, or even any near misses, or even the slightest of worry at
all, while most of the Hombre army now lay dying along the outer side of the
castle walls.

Screams of "retreat!" rang around the miniscule remains of the Hombre army,
and of the retreating Hombre only 65 managed to get clear of reach of the
castle walls, running frantically towards the bushes they had come through
just minutes ago; the rest were taken down by arrows into their backs from the
Amazon castle walls. But there was one final surprise waiting for these
pathetic Hombre in the bushes. Can you guess what this might be? That's right,
dear readers, the Amazons had assembled ALL their forces to this location, two
thirds on the walls of the fortress, and the rest had waited in these bushes
until the entire Hombre army had gone past them into the battle field outside
the castle, completely unaware of what they had just walked past, and now
these hundreds of Amazons stood, at the edge of the bushes, with bows and
arrows, aimed and firing at the doomed brutes.

Again, a silent swoosh resulted in a pink Amazon arrow, fired at close range,
into the chests of the remaining Hombre soldiers, and again, men fell as they
ran, panic-stricken, in all directions, eliminated by a clever Amazon battle
plan and a very sexy looking army of silent assassins, killed before they
could even get close enough to touch these beautiful young women.

There were no survivors, ultimately. The girls had ever so much fun taking the
last few down! And the cheers from the castle walls grew louder and louder as
the last few fell, desperately looking for a direction in which to run. Then
came the sweep: All Amazons moved in threes, covering each other's backs in
case some of the fallen might turn out not to be dead. Apart from Rinoverus,
who had never been hit by any of the arrows, and General Cockhead who had made
it safely into a tunnel full of waiting Amazon princesses, there were three
others who had not been hit by arrows and 14 more who had sustained non-lethal
wounds. These were all taken back to the Amazon camp to be used for embryo
fertilisation (in the form of repeated, violent, girl on top sex), and within
a month of the battle, the last few Hombre who had not died from overexertion
or from kinky Amazon sex with sword strikes during orgasm or from with
multi-girl facesitting-smothering (which claimed the lives of, among others,
General Cockhead and Rinoverus) were taken to the training camp of the younger
Amazons and used for battle practice, as you can see on this story
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So this was the end of the once mighty Hombre army. There were no survivors.
And the once tribal and male-dominated society of the Hombre nation soon fell
under the all-conquering and sexually blood-thirsty control of the horny but
mighty, merciless but sexy Amazon nation, who made good use of each Hombre
citizen, turning the Hombre females into liberated and fierce battle-trained
warriors, while using up all its males on battle practice and on sexual acts.
This way, all the Amazons' needs were fulfilled, while at the same time their
enemies were all being eliminated, step by step.