Amazons and Hominians, 5-49 – illustrated
Author: Agua
THIS STORY CONTAINS EXPLICIT SEXUAL AND VIOLENT MATERIAL INCL. RAPE, CASTRATION AND TORTURE AND SHOULD ONLY BE READ BY ADULTS. IF BALL-BUSTING IS A MATTER OF OFFENCE, PLEASE DO NOT READ!
The story is about tough fights between female (Amazons) and male (Hominians) warriors. Even though the Hominians are later supported by other male tribes (Hombres, Anathylians, Vinda and Luangs), they can never completely overwhelm the Amazons who can profit from their tough fighting style.
What happened so far?:
First Episode:
In part 1, an Hominian expedition corps into the Amazon forest was defeated by Amazon attacks. Only few men could return to Hominia and report what had happened. The Hominian King equipped another army that could built a castle in the Amazon forest. Despite many losses, the Hominians could hold their line (part 2). In part 3, the enslaved Hominian women revolutionized against the male dominance. Those female slaves - mainly responsible for production of uniforms and food - were able to overwhelm the Hominian wards and to break free. They joined the Amazon army and thanks to their sewing-skills, the Amazons established a uniform production of their own. After receiving valuable information on the Hominian castles, the Amazons were even able to get 3 castles under their control that were Hominian recruit training barracks before. Thus not only the men in these castles and their equipment, but even the surrounding fertile plains and ore mines had fallen into the hands of the Amazons so that the Hominians run short with uniforms, food and metal for weapons (part 4). In part 5, the Hominians sought for male assistance against the mighty Amazons. The Hombres, another patriarchal tribe living in the hot western desserts, were ready to help. The Hombre forces sent eastbound to the Amazon jungle arrived and supported the Hominian forces in this area successfully. The Hombre army sent through the northern plains to help the Hominian teen army, however, was attacked on its' march and lost already many fighters before arriving at the destination. Part 6 marked a turning point: For the first time, the Amazons had significant losses. A revolution of their slaves (mostly captured Hominians) opened a second frontline, and many barracks, prisons and manufactories for uniforms and weapons got under control of the revolting males and regular Hominian battle units. Many Amazons were killed or captured during these fights. The Hominians were even able to reconquer their castles, fields and ore-mines. Part 7 reports about further deadly encounters between Hominian and Amazon battle units. Even though the Amazons could hold their lines at first, the Amazon territory became smaller and smaller. In part 8, the Hominians entered the last Amazon heart-lands. Despite high losses, they advance more and more so that the Amazon Queen decided to leave Amazonia and to find support by the neighboring male tribe of Anetylia. In a fair fight, an Amazon team could overwhelm an Anathylian crew. Therefore the Anathylians accepted the dominance of the Amazons in their country (part 9).
Second Episode:
Many years had passed since that day. Years that the Amazons had used to reinforce their strength, but the Hominians had become lazy. They had their income from the tributary villages. But in the last time, the villagers had attacked both, Hominian and Amazon convoys and border patrols. Since these attacks there misinterpreted on both sides as attacks of the other nation, the war started again. With changing success, Amazons and Hominians overwhelmed hostile scout troops and border garrisons (part 10 & 11). In Heveria Valley, the Amazons lost 400 experienced fighters at the attempt to attack Hominia (part 12) and later even the important border fortress Caraya Castle (part 13). Could the Amazons deal with this dramatic lost? By spreading a mysterious disease among the men, the Amazons thought to solve this problem once and forever. Though the Amazons could kill and enslave many Hominians and capture their precious equipment, they didn't reach their main goal to get the Hominian fortresses under control (part 14). The Hombres, another patriarchal tribe, wanted to support the Hominians by sending 560 men by train to the frontline. But the Amazons were able to kill these men before they even had a chance to reach Anetylia (part 15)! The Amazon Queen decided that it would be the best to kill all Hombre warriors so that the Hominians would be cut off from any support, but this operation failed completely (part 16). Now, there was only a last chance: To get one or more Hominian battle ships under control and to attack the Hominian ports. At least, three ships could be captured by the Amazons (part 17). Despite important successes (destruction of the port-fortress Gimseh), the captured canon-boats were not long under Amazon control. The Hominians were able to kill the Amazon fighters on board (part 18). Now it was their task to attack the home of the Amazons! At first, the Hominians tried to attack the Amazon fortress Mihitya, without success, however (part 19). Also an attempt to attack Amazonia by means of tanks failed (part 20). The only solution was the support of the allied / enslaved Anathylians. A riot of the unfaithful Anathylians severely weakened the Amazon forces (part 21), so that finally Anethylia was under Hominian control (part 22). But Princess Daila was able to deliberate some hundred captured Amazons (part 23)! Not to be killed or enslaved, these Amazons had to retreat. The Hominians controlled practically all territories from the Hombre savannah over the fertile Hominian plains to the Amazon jungle and the Anathylian bush-lands. The only way that was still open, was the north-west-bound trail through the hostile dessert (24).
Third Episode:
120 years later: The Hominians were lulled by the many years of peace and had lost their fighting skills, while the Amazons had joined the Shaolines, a matriarch tribe on the other side of the dessert. An Hominian expedition corps to Shaolinia was overwhelmed by the female alliance (25). In part 26, the Amazon + Shaoline coalition took over the province of Anetylia: All men left without fight after being convinced by the female superiority. But the Amazons + Shaolines were not satisfied to have Anetylia under their reign and prepared the next crusade (part 27)! The raid against the Hombre homelands was a total success: The land was under female reign, weapons, arms and men were captured (28)! The fights in Hominia were ongoing (29), and it was not clear who would win. Meanwhile, a riot of the enslaved men in the Shaoline homelands had changed the situation in favour of the male coalition (30). For the male coalition, the time to destroy the female reign had come! However, the first attacks of Hombre and Anathylian troops against Anetylia failed completely (31). Part 32 marked a turning point, since the male coalition (especially supported by the Thai army) rushed like a storm over Anetylia. The Amazon attacks in Hominia (33) could only postpone the triumph of the men but not stop it (34)!
Fourth Episode:
After 5 years of slavery, the women started a successful upraise in Mijivaya Fortress (35). Despite massive attacks of the Allied Male Army, the women could defend the upraise and even extend the terretory under their control (36 and 37). In part 38, the Amazons had once more overwhelmed a male recruit training center, but on their way back, the Amazons were defeated and their captivates were freed. After having more and more success in Hominia, Amazonia and the Hombre homelands, the Amazons tried to spread the upraise even to Shaolinia, where the Thai men were still in control of their female slaves (39). In part 41, the Allied Male Armies were able to overwhelm 1000 Amazon warriors. A female upraise in Mbuji Castle could be brought under control after some weeks, but at which price! -- More than 300 men lost their lives at the conquest (41). Internal battles weakened the Amazon army (42) until a new Queen was crowned. The Allied Male Armies looked for new allied troops and bought and trained 5000 Vinda men as slaves from a foreign country (43). But also the Amazons recruited new girl-warriors (44). In part 45, revolting female slaves could bring Deanburgh castle under their control and kill Prince Dirk. An invasion of the Allied Male Armies was stopped by an Amazon Ambush in Kafkaf-Valley (46 + 47) and further losses (48).
More than 10 years after the successful Amazon insurgence in Mijivaya Fortress, the country was exhausted by the permanent war. Not only that thousands of men and women were killed so that it was more and more difficult to recruit enough soldiers. Also the agriculture was neglected causing a lack of food and cotton or silk for uniforms. Therefore most combat-units wore old, bleached out jeans and underwear that had often changed the owner. These uniforms were repaired several times, especially along the crotch-seam where numberless bullets, arrows and daggers had found their marks. Many new male recruit battalions were even dressed in traditional Hombre silk shorts that could be produced with less material than jeans. The disadvantage was that the colour of the shorts (as with underwear) immediately disguised the rank of these soldiers so that in an attack, regular soldiers and commanders could be easily distinguished.
Ore, petrol and sulfur mines were over-exploited so that the lack of metal, fuel and gun-powder didn't allow anymore the use of guns, bazookas, tanks and other heavy weapons. This forced both sides to use again traditional arms like bows and crossbows. Arrows for normal bows were just made of wood, while the bolts of heavy crossbows had an iron head. The lack of metal and the absence of cup-breaking guns also simplified the groin-cups. Many heavy, bullet-proof cups had been destroyed during the fights, and new battle-units often just received light steel-sheet cups – if at all! – that protected against daggers and bows, but could be pierced by crossbows at close distance. Soon, only commanders were equipped with heavy “nutshells”, while regular soldiers and recruits had only light cups. Auxiliary troops like Vinda slaves often wore their virility completely unprotected. The equipment of Amazon battalions was not better!
Even the war-hammer – an old weapon that had nearly disappeared – had a renaissance: A war hammer can deal blows of tremendous force to the target, and is often able to pierce a light cup! If the toughened steel plate of a heavy groin-guard was impregnable, the war hammers could also be directed against the unprotected or poorly guarded backside: Bursting through a man’s light anal-shield into his anus and prostate, the weapon could reach and wreck the ball-sack from behind. It is also possible to smash the smooth side of a war-hammer against a bulging cup, strong enough to deform the thin steel of most male eggcups so that the precious content can be badly smashed! A boy treated like this, would mostly not be hurt fatally, but the pain between his legs and the nausea would be severe enough to take the fight out of him and to bring him down.
An Amazon troop approached the edge of a forest bordering to a village. It was one of the free villages that were not perfectly under Amazon reign, but the strong female dominance had also deliberated here the women that had taken over the reign of their village.
From their ambush in the woods, the Amazons observed a troop of young Hominians plundering the village or – as the men would call it – collecting the tributes. The Hominian cavalry troop consisted of 10 recruits and 10 regular soldiers led by a corporal. They rode on their horses and had rifles in their saddlebags. They were very young, probably only 16 or 17 years old. More than 10 naked and bond village-girls lay over the horsebacks in front of the cavaliers. These captured girls were meant as slaves for a Hominian garrison.
The Amazons decided to free the prisoners and to overwhelm the men. Their troop had similar strength as the men but only few weapons; however the women had the surprise effect on their side. The only weapons the Amazons had were some bows and slingshots. It was clear that these lads had their balls well protected, and anyway it was nearly impossible to shot the groin of a cavalier sitting on a horse. Therefore the girls decided to disrespect their Codex of Honor and to kill the men buy slashing their throats. Bowgirls targeted the young men’s necks and killed them ruthlessly. Slinggirls whirled the cords with stones at both ends. These heavy slings swirled through the air and broke the men’s necks or strangled them to death as soon as they reached and twined around a neck. Within a minute, 17 boys fell of their horses and lay dead on the ground. Another 4 recruit boys had been standing on the ground and bonding further captured village-girls. These boys were now precisely targeted from behind. The unguarded asscracks were easy targets for the trained Amazons. The arrows entered at the male cunts, slashed the prostates and finally the ballsacks of the guys. For luck, their ball-protectors stopped the arrows for that the village-girls in front of them were not hurt. Also these 4 boys were finished.
When the village women saw that their tormentors were slaughtered, they rushed for the dead bodies to defile and desecrate them. They took the Hominian weapons and stripped the killed boys – their uniforms, jeans and also the most intimate gear: The combat-briefs with groin-guards. The recruit-boys wore regular cotton briefs (so called tighty-whities) with groin-cups in the front pouch. The soldiers had the same underwear in grey, and the corporal some briefs in light-blue according to his rank. Proudly, the girls took the combat-briefs of the men revealing their naked privates. Male underwear of 17-year-old boy-warriors meant to house and protect proud male packages were now in the hands of revolting females, while their owners were killed and their tender masculinity was now left to the mercy of furious girls!
Also the Amazons came out of their ambush and walked to their kill. They took some captured underwear and sniffed at the cock-area. From the musty smell and the intensity of the piss and sperm stains in the briefs, the Amazons estimated that the boys were at least for 8 days on their raid. The deliberated village-girls were so lucky and happy that 10 of them immediately joined the Amazons. They took the briefs, jeans, horses and weapons of their killed tormentors. Since the girls were as slim as the young Hominians, their uniforms fitted nicely. The crotches of the girls bulged with now pretended masculinity: Cups that were meant to compensate the weakness of the male sex, were now abused to guard the most female spots of girl-warriors!
Now as the Hominian boys lay killed and naked on the square, the village-women celebrated and consolidated their victory by cutting off the proud packages of the young warriors with captured Hominian daggers. Then they ate the juvenile “eggs” and “sausages” and thus they emasculated, humiliated and raped the Hominians totally. The Amazons decided to let 4 of the killed men as sucking pigs for the villagers. Of course, the slim boys would not yield much meat, but at least the meat was young and tender. The remaining 17 cadavers were thrown over the horsebacks to transport them as food to the next Amazon garrison. The naked asses of the killed men shone in the last sunlight, while blood run down the legs of the dead corpses from the hole that was formerly the seat of masculinity!
The Amazons received a lot of support and new volunteers from the maltreated villages, especially as dispersed male units plundered and mistreated the rural population. Two men of the Hombre cavalry – corporal Yusuf and his orderly boy Rohan – stopped in front of a poor hut. They jumped from their horses. As Yusuf saw just a women alone in the house, he ordered his recruit Rohan to watch their horses and stormed into the house looking for sexual relief. Diana, the village woman inside turned around in shock and could hardly defend against the Hombre warrior. Yusuf was not much taller than her, but definitely much stronger. While she was a woman around 40, the Hombre corporal was a muscular stud of 25 years. He grabbed her arms and his evil grin told clearly his ideas. In her desperation, Diana kicked his groin that was, however, perfectly protected by a cup. The Hombre’s only reaction was a bad laughter and to throw her on the bench. With the strong grip of his right hand, Yusuf could easily hold the woman’s thin wrist, while his left hand ripped away her skirt. Still holding her wrist, he used his left and to open his jeans and strip them down to his knees, followed by his light-blue wrestling tights with the cup. The feeling of domination quickly hardened Yusuf’s cock and he merciless rammed his spear into the woman’s sheath.
Diana’s 17-year-old daughter Roxana slept in the neighboring room and woke up from the pain-filled shrieks of her mother. When she opened the door of her room, she saw her mother forced backward on the bench with Yusuf semi-naked lying on her. Yusuf’s hairy ass went up and down and left no doubt about the rape. Instinctively Diana knew what to do to stop this! She run to the bench, jumped between Yusuf’s legs and grabbed with both hands his manmeat! In each hand, Roxana had one ball and squeezed with all her force! The Hombre corporal was paralysed and howling from the pain. “Let go, you dirty bitch!” The cold answer from the girl was: “Not before I cracked both of your nuts!” While Yusuf was wriggling in involuntary convulsions, Roxana’s mother could free herself from underneath the hunk. She stood up, still terrorized.
But she didn’t have much time to rest, because Rohan – the 19-year-old orderly boy – had heard the shrieks of his master and stormed into the house top help him. While Roxana was still working on Yusuf’s masculinity, her mother shot against the recruit boy. With a glance at the very natural bulge in his tight stretch-jeans she had recognized his lack of protection. She slammed her forearm against the boy’s throat that drove Rohan against a wall and stunned him. Despite his young age, Rohan was endowed and through the thin fabric the position of his both plums and the gherkin above was clearly visible. Diana spread her fingers and her stretched out hand performed straight and very hard strikes against Rohan’s double-bulge. “Hayeee! Hayeee! Hayeee!” She let out all her hate against these juvenile plums and destroyed within seconds what the nature had needed 19 years to grow to this size! Rohan’s glassy look told that he was gone; spittle ran from his mouth while he broke down. He twitched on the ground, killed by a much weaker woman who had abused his proud virility! Diana looked to help her daughter, but Roxana had finished her work: Yusuf lay face down on the bench with his jeans and protective tights down to his knees, a mixture of sperm and blood drooling from his cock on the bench and his nuts cracked!
Roxana stood up and looked at her mother. Without a word, it was clear to both women that they were not safe anymore in their house and that they would join the Amazon forces. Roxana went to Rohan’s corpse to take his weapons and uniform. He wore tight Amazon stretch-jeans, and Roxana expected to find some captured Amazon panties underneath, but the recruit boy was dressed in regular white cotton briefs. The girl stripped his tighty-whities that his cock had clearly marked in 2 weeks of permanent wear. Roxana sniffed on the yellow stains and was stunned by the strong masculine smell. She saw her mother doing the same with Yusuf’s light-blue wrestling tights. She was sure that inner lining of Yusuf’s cup must smell even worse, not only because Yusuf was older and more mature, but especially because his protective cup prevented the air circulation so that sweat and other body fluids could seep into the fabric even better. Roxana put on Rohan’s tighty-whities that fit her perfectly. Just the front flap of the briefs that was stretched by Rohan’s hung package, looked now empty. The girl completed her outfit with the Hombre’s jeans, shoes and shirt and looked now like an Amazon recruit! Her mother had also dressed Yusuf’s complete uniform: Her fully shaped ass filled the jeans very well, and her crotch bulged with the pretended masculinity of Yusuf’s cup.
The women took the captured daggers and cut off the masculinity of their victims. It was the first time for them to eat “eggs and sausage” the Amazon way. Then, they dragged the corpses out of their house to let them rot on the compost pile. Diana and Roxana mounted the Hombres’ horses and galloped to the next Amazon garrison. Mother and daughter explained their situation and why they wore uniforms, even though they were not warriors yet. The case of Roxana was clear: She could keep her recruit uniform and join her new mates in combat training. The commanders of the garrison discussed whether they could let Diana her rank of a corporal that was too high for a woman without combat experience. With respect to her age, she should not start as a recruit or regular soldier, but at least as a Private.
An Amazon accompagnied her to the clothing bank, where she could change her corporal jeans and briefs for a rank lower. The Amazon asked her: “Do you want a freshly washed uniform or taken from an overwhelmed man or worn by another woman before?” Diana cringed at the imagination of making intimate contact with the cunt-juice of another woman. Who could go for that?! Maybe some lesbian fighters?! She answered: “With the cock-stains of a slaughtered man!” – “OK. At the moment we have a rich choice, and you can choose: Taken from a blond Hominian, from an Hombre or marked by a black Anathylian cock? Sorry for not having captured Luang briefs at the moment.” Diana considered a moment and had to confess that her hate against men was symbolised by the Hombre who raped her so that she wanted to wear briefs captured from the same tribe. She was lead to a box full with captured Hombre underwear. For her rank as private, she saw yellow male cotton-briefs, golden Amazon panties and shiny yellow wrestling tights. She took some Amazon thongs and recognized that they were shot through a the most intimate spot. Her mate commented: “Oh, sorry. Those need some repair at first. Choose others.” Diana took some golden Amazon bikini briefs and looked inside to make sure, a man and not a girl had worn them before. She relaxed as she saw the intensive stains on a position, where only a cock but not a cunt could make them. Diana stripped her corporal jeans and light-blue tights, took out the cup from the front pouch and put on the golden panties. She pushed the cup into the designed pouch and pushed it lower and lower until it protected her Mons Veneris and upper cunt. Among the jeanses she chose that fitted her best. Now she was ready for combat training!
The Amazons had gained new warriors!
The situation in the country was chaotic. Even the General Staff had lost the survey of the position of their units. The random encounter of dispersed male and Amazon units was often fatal. TyungYenJee – a Shaoline elite soldier (a so-called ninja) – had been separated from her unit and was now looking to join another Amazon unit, when she suddenly met a small troop of 3 Hombre soldiers led by a private. The Hombres were horny and had a bad grin on their faces when they saw the attractive girl. Looking at their natural bulges, TyungYenJee knew she had some severe advantages in this fight: Her better training, her hidden weapons and the fact that her tender female points (cunt and tits) were protected by solid female armours, while these guys presented the very male vital point without cup. The Hombres wanted to capture and screw her, so that they didn’t use their bows or daggers but rushed against her to bring her down. A big mistake!
Like most Shaoline ninjas, TyungYenJee had so-called Hira-Shuriken – thin, flat plates of metal used as throwing stars. She threw such a razor-bladed metal-plate against Muhrat, the Hombre who was already closest. The twirling plate provoked a twanging sound in the air. Muhrat shrieked as the blades spiked his jeans and briefs. Instinctively, his hands flew down, whereby he drove the blades even deeper into his manmeat and slashed his eggs completely. His eyes widened in shock and his open mouth emitted some very female shrieks as he dropped to his knees. TyungYenJee was proud that she had killed Muhrat within seconds. She loved to fight “uncupped” guys; they were as tender as if their naked!
Meanwhile the next Hombre, Abderrahim, had reached her from behind and grabbed her in a bear-hug thus immobilizing her arms. He hoped to squeeze her tits, but was surprised when he just felt the hard steel-cups of her bra. His surprise grew bigger when he made the acquaintance of another hidden weapon: TyungYenJee’s arms were pressed to her body, so that her hand was in the right height for an attack against Abderrahim’s virility. In her hand, the Shaoline had a small ninja knife that she effortless jabbed through the man’s worn-out jeans and briefs. She tugged her knife upward to slash Abderrahim’s sack and cock at full length. The Hombre released the hold on her, he couldn’t even shriek, in a reflex his hands shot for his ruined masculinity. Bleeding from his crotch, he dropped to his knees to join his mate Muhrat in the eternal hunting grounds.
The next opponent – or shall we say: victim?! – was Furkan, again a regular soldier who presented his masculinity in his washed-out jeans without a cup. Having seen the fate of his mate, Furkan grabbed his dagger to attack the Shaoline ninja. He was a muscular stud and the swinging blows of his dagger-armed hand forced the girl to sidestep and dodge. In a favourable moment, TyungYenJee drove her small ninja-knife against his arm, forcing the man to let fall his dagger. “Hayeee!” The Shaoline followed with a strike against the man’s chin and another against his sternum, making Furkan stumbling backward and finally fall on his back. Quick as a cat, the girl jumped on the breast of the sprawled man in a reverse sit so that she had Furkan’s unprotected crotch in front of her. The experienced ninja clenched her fist, just extending the index and middle finger to perfom a so-called double-cracker: In her repeated, powerful strikes against Furkan’s ball-sack, both fingers “cared” about one ball each. “Ufff, ufff, ufff!” Furkan echoed at each strike. It took only few strikes to crack both nuts and to kill the Hombre stud, leaving no life in his briefs! The girl reached for the man’s crotch to destroy his masculinity completely, but instead of some firm stud’s balls, she just felt a pulp.
The squad leader Ghassan – a private by rank – was the only survivor and the only man to wear a cup. Of course, TyungYenJee could fire a Hira-Shuriken against his unprotected throat, but her Codex of Honor told her not only to kill a man, but to kill him by emasculation him! So she had to go into a close fight to get underneath his cup. When she stood up, Ghassan fired a dagger against her crotch. From the flat female shape of her groin, he didn’t expect her to wear a (male) cup, but it was a bad surprise for him that the ninja wore a female pelvic guard so that his dagger clashed against her Mons Veneris and instead of spiking her womanhood, the dagger feebly fell to ground. It just had slightly scratched the girl’s thigh. Now TyungYenJee was really angry and used her karate skills to attack the young man! Despite his muscular body, Ghassan could hardly defend against the Shaoline’s kicks and stomps. He was driven backward by her kicks against his stomach, solar plexus and throat and finally stood with his back against a tree.
Another strike from TyungYenJee’s palm against his plexus was enough to send him to the dreamland. The hunk slipped down on the tree. When he regained consciousness, he was sitting on the ground with his back to this tree, and his hands were fettered around the tree in his back. The ninja already opened his jeans and stripped them off. Underneath Ghassan wore golden Amazon bikini briefs with a deep male cup. The victorious girl stripped them as well, inspected her prey (especially the marked inner-lining of the cup) and sniffed on the cock-stains. Then, she cowered next to the young man and grabbed his now naked sack. Ghassan moaned softly from her (quite moderate) squeeze and jerks, but what concerned him more were some another movements of the Shaoline’s fingers: It was as if she was folding over his balls. She muttered: “Let’s see whether I still remember.” Suddenly, Ghassan screamed in agony, his body winced in pain and his trial to roll into a ball was just prevented by his fettered arms around the tree. TyungYenJee stood up and stripped her uniform: “I guess you don’t mind if I promote myself after switching off you four guys. Your Private combat panties and jeans seem the right rank!” She stripped naked except for her silver protective bra. Then she took the man’s shiny golden briefs and exchanged the male cup for her pelvic guard that looked more feminine and protected her even better. Seconds later, she stood dressed in Ghassan combat uniform, just that her groin was flat now. Before she went, TyungYenJee explained the howling stud: “By the way, what I did to you was provoking a testicular torsion. This means that I succeeded to twist the spermatic cord (from which the testicle is suspended), cutting off your egg’s blood supply. It is extremely painful and will knock you out for some days in which you’re unable to walk, to fight or to screw a girl. Sometimes, the cord will unroll and your ball is healed. Sometimes a man dies without surgery. To cause an opponent a testicular torsion is not easy, but it is teached to all ninjas. To give you a mere chance, I’ll cut your fetters, because instead of a dangerous fighter, you are now a sobbing wreck. Thanks for your uniform, cup and weapons. If you need something to dress, take it from your cracked mates!”
Days later: An Amazon troop lay in ambush in a wood to survey an important road where they expected an Hominian supply convoy. And indeed: Soon auxiliary troops of the Allied Male Armies (AMA) arrived, mainly Anathylian and Vinda warriors and some Hombres among them. The Vinda slaves had a black skin like Anathylians, but were somewhat smaller and weaker. Thanks to their high fertility, the population of black Anathylians had drastically increased in number so that they formed now the strongest group within the AMA. The men were just dressed in silk shorts so that the Amazons could immediately recognize the rank of each warrior from the colour of his shorts. The small male convoy consisted of approximately 20 recruits (white shorts) and 20 regular soldiers (silver shorts) led by 4 corporals (light-blue shorts) and a sergeant (green shorts).
From the shape of the bulge in the shorts, the women knew whether or not a man wore a protective cup. The shorts of the men without groin-guards bulged heavily with the mature packages of the black stallions. And the Amazons supposed that the cups of the protected men were fully filled with masculinity as well! But at this close distance, the Amazon archery would quickly wipe out the heavy ball-sets! Due to the general lack of equipment, the regular Amazons had just bows with wooden arrows. These girls targeted the men without cups, mostly recruits, as well as most Amazons bow-girls had no groin-protection themselves. The Amazon elite warriors – equipped with crossbows and metal bolts – drew their crossbows against “cupped” men. These elite warriors wore captured male regular combat briefs underneath their jeans so that their cunts bulged with pretended masculinity of male cups.
The Amazons were excellent shooters so that the massacre was quick and ruthless! The howling of deadly hit men echoed through the valley and muscled hunks writhed in pain on the ground. Male blood soaked and coloured briefs, shorts and the ground. To safe precious ammunition and to train the close-combat-skills, the women decided to finish the rest of the male troop in a close fight: Mgobo, an Anathylian regular soldier was attacked from behind. Arlette strangled him with her right arm while her left hand reached inside his shorts underneath his jockstrap. Now his love-plums were not safe anymore inside his ironclad ball-guard! Arlette needed only some 20 seconds to crack his nuts and thus kill him.
Mgobo's Vinda mate Ratnikara was not better off: With an experience glance, Doreen had immediately recognized that the groin-cup in his combat-briefs was not fixed properly and left his left ball unprotected. Doreen dodged underneath Ratnikara's guard and Hayeee! sent her stretched out hand right against his unprotected nut! Uhhh! Ratnikara defense broke down, his hands instinctively reached for the source of pain while he went down. Having him on the ground, it was easy for Doreen to take his hands from the package and to dislodge his cup through his thin silk shorts the other way: Now his right ball lay free. Hayeee! Doreen popped his other ball as well and thus killed the man merciless.
The Hombre recruit Abbas was fighting against Nina – a blond and gorgeous regular Amazon soldier. His cup had already blocked some vicious kicks from Nina. But Nina knew a solution: In a fast attempt she succeeded to grab Abbas' shorts and jockstrap and tried to pull them down. She succeeded only partly, but at least Abbas' protection hung now a bit too low. When Nina drove her knee up against Abbas' masculinity, the cup slammed unpleasantly against his ballsack. After 4 or 5 knee-strikes, Abbas was weakened enough for that Nina could reach for the pouch in his jockstrap in which she found the armor-plate protecting his virility. Viciously, Nina tugged the cup upward but was hindered by Abbas heavy ball-set that was still in the “nut-shell”. Nina tugged again and again unpleasantly shaking Abbas' balls and making Abbas squirm in pain. She could already see the stainless steel-plate that she had already partly pealed out of the cotton-pouch. With her next powerful tug, Nina succeeded to rip the ball-protector out of the jockstrap. Like a trophy, she held the captured piece of armor high above her head so that it sparkled in the sunlight. Abbas was frozen when he recognized that the bulge in his shorts was now natural and highly sensitive! Nina didn't hesitate to abuse his tenderness and threw him down. She lay now on top of him whereby she used her own male groin-cup to grind Abbas balls. The Hombre boy was now in a hopeless situation and had just to witness how Nina turned his masculinity into a mushy pulp with her heavy groin-armor!
In the close-fights, it turned out as severe disadvantage that the men only wore silk-shorts + underwear that was not proof against grabbing and tugging down as tight fitting jeans. The Hombre private Abudjava wore a jockstrap with a heavy cup of cast iron that had already protected him from 2 or 3 Amazon arrows and bolts. Since the Amazon archers had failed, Ramona attacked him in a close-fight. In a favorable moment, she grabbed the waistband of his shorts + jockstrap with her left hand revealing his pubic hairs, while her right hand rushed the dagger into his treasure box! His stem and eggs were immediately sliced! Clutching his hands around his useless ball-protector and heavily bleeding from the seat of his virility, Abudjava broke down to die a minute later only. At least his cup was not damaged for that the Amazons could use it later again! Another victory for a girl-warrior!
Some Amazons proved that they also knew how to handle the ball-tackle – a special Amazon weapon only invented against the male protective cup, basically a dagger bent like a hook: Jenifer fought against the Anathylian Ngambe whose groin-guard had successfully blocked some of her attacks. Suddenly, Jenifer swung her ball-tackle in between the man's legs so that it slammed against his asscrack. Then, she quickly drew the dagger forward till the hooked blade reached the edge of his cup. Normally the cup attaches quite well to the male body, but for a skilled Amazon the small gab is already enough to introduce the ball-tackle so that the blade can rip apart his pants and slip underneath the cup slaughtering its precious content! Within a second, Jenifer’s hooked dagger was underneath Ngambe's ball-protector and slashed his heavy package! The Anathylian hunk broke down, helplessly screaming in pain and heavily bleeding inside his thick groin-cup! No matter how much his cup was filled, the effect of an entering ball-tackle was fatal!
Doreen was fighting against a young Vinda warrior. Her tight jeans stretched around her unprotected groin nicely highlighting her femininity – but also her vulnerability! The Vinda used his war-hammer to open her bush! Shrieking in pain and with a fatal wound between her legs, Doreen sank down. Proud of his victory, the Vinda got a hard-on in his cup. But he could not enjoy his success for long, because an Amazon archer took revenge by zipping an arrow into his unprotected male cunt – the back-entrance as the girls called it. The arrow travelled through his slim abdomen like a hot knife through butter ripping his prostate and ball-sack from behind and was finally stopped by the man’s own ball-guard. His eyes widened in shock and pain, the Vinda’s hands reached for his cup – that was however still intact, while his masculinity underneath was turned into a bloody pulp! Soundless, the young man broke down falling over his former victim Doreen. In triumph, the protruding arrow in his ass saluted the victorious Amazons like a little flag. The white silk of his shorts soaked with his blood around the entrance zone of the arrow and with blood that streamed out of his cup.
The women only spared the commanding officers. After some minutes, the 5 officers were the only survivors and recognized their hopeless situation. They surrendered as ordered by Tina, the Amazon troop leader. The 5 men threw away their weapons followed by their cups that they had to take out off their panties. Then, they stood spread-eagled exposing their vulnerable packages to the victorious women.
Tina and her officers came out of their ambush and approached the helpless men. She looked breathtaking. Her dark hair fell from her shoulders in a long braid that reached nearly halfway down her back. She carried a bow slung from her left shoulder. She was dressed in her best chain mail. The bra and her combat briefs were connected by a patchwork of crisscrossing strands of metal running down her stomach. In the center of the patchwork by her navel was a bright green stone that looked like an emerald. Her Mons Veneris and her pussy were covered by a massive steel plate that sparkled in the sunlight. It was unusual that she wore her cunt-guard above her uniform but this gave her an even more martial and female impression.
Mehmed – the Hombre sergeant – and his Anathylian corporals got a boner at this impression. Mehmed could feel how he stained his briefs with some precum. It didn't take very long till also the outer silk soaked and his arousal became obvious to the Amazons. Tina replied with grip on his package and a soft massage. It didn't take long and Mehmed was about to cum. Tina added a rapid, vicious strike against his virility. The mixture of pain and lust quickly did its job and Mehmed pumped his load into his green shorts. Tina was pleased that she had literally beat the cum out of him and stared at his hard "boy" standing fully erect in his stained combat shorts – still saluting her superiority.
Meanwhile the girls had collected the prey. It was not much: Some weapons, some uniforms, some groin-guards. But all AMA troops had a device to interrogate captive Amazons: A Pope’s Pear! – A lovely name for such a cruel device of torture, also known as the Pear of Anguish. Normally the men used it against the vagina of captured women. Sharpened at the tip, fat in the middle and affixed with a screw, it can be shoved into a human orifice (vaginal, rectal or oral): Once inside, the torturer would then turn the handle to expand the pear, which blossomed like a flower with three mutilating, razor-sharp petals. Thus he could widen & stretch the organ until it is stretched beyond its elasticity: Rupture occurs, and death inevitably ensues from a tremendous loss of blood. Depending on the whims of the torturer, the Pope's Pear can be widened as slowly as possible to prolong pain.
The Amazons preferred to use it rectally on the captive officers: The men were bent over a fallen tree and their pants stripped down so that the male “cunts” were fully exposed. The Amazons had captured 2 Pears so that 2 men were served at a time; the others were “allowed” to watch. Mehmed – the Hombre sergeant – and an Anathylian corporal were the first. Involuntarily they showed a raging boner as the girls screwed them with the Pears. However, the cocks shriveled as soon as the tormentors started to open the Pears! In their status of pain, the men were ready to tell any secret!
This was not the only success of the Amazons, so that for their priestesses it was clear that they had to thank their Goddess for such series of victories with a devotement of captured Hominians, Anathylians and Hombres: Captured officers of high ranks (mostly generals or at least colonels) stood ready to be sacrificed by Amazon priestesses. The male victims were only dressed in the underwear (mostly regular cotton or satin briefs or captured Amazon underwear) in which they were arrested some weeks ago so that their panties emitted a strong male smell after many days or weeks without wash. The priestesses were high-rank Amazon officers just dressed in wet-look bikinis or monokinis for this festival. The chief-priestess was a general and accordingly wore a black bikini. Her crotch bulged with the pretended masculinity of a captured male cup – like the crotches of her assistants, gorgeous women dressed in black and red bikinis according to their ranks of generals, colonels or captains.
The youngest man – a 27-year-old Hombre colonel – was taken at first and led to the sacrificial stone altar with his arms bond on his back. The crowd cheered and applauded as the chief-priestess took his red Amazon bikini panties and showed them to the folk like a trophy. His legs were forced apart, and the chief priestess guided a strangulation stick from behind between his legs. This stick housed a strong wire that could be tightened and formed an O at the end of this stick. With obvious routine, the priestess captured the man’s entire package with the wire and drew it tight. The hindered blood circulation quickly caused the young man to show an enormous erection that was rewarded with cheering from the female crowd. The priestess just waited till the boner was fully developed; then she drew the wire tight with all her might so that it cut off the man’s package! The man could hardly shriek as his precious tool (cock and balls) fell into the sacrificial bowl. He had to observe how he pumped enormous amounts of his blood into the basin as well. After some seconds, his senses begun to swim and his legs ceased the duty. He collapsed over the altar, hardly conscious. And he hardly felt how the priestesses threw his now worthless body down the stairs into the crowd.
The next man – a 30-year-old Anathylian general – was extremely well-hung so that the women decided to “behead” him. He was forced to the stone altar that was already smudged with blood and the genitals of the other victims. The priestess just tugged the leg-entrance of his regular briefs sideward so that his package came out. At the edge of the altar, there was a stone plate where the Anathylian cock was placed. It was black and big like a snake! The priestess used a conventional battle axe to “behead” his cock. The proud black warrior had to witness how his glans fell into the sacrificial basin followed by huge amounts of his blood. He was only held by the priestesses (because due to the pain and loss of blood, he couldn't stand anymore) till the stream of blood finally stopped. Then, the chief priestess cut off the remains of his masculinity and raised her hand with the trophy for the cheering crowd to see. The priestess threw the black sex-organ into the crowd, while her mates disposed his body off by rushing it down the pyramid. As the lifeless body reached the ground, a little fight broke out between the eagerly waiting Amazons, who could get his blood- and sperm-soaked briefs.