Amazons and Hominians, 5-50 – 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).
Even though the land and humans were exhausted from the permanent war, new fights awoke between women and men, with a slight advantage for the Amazons (49).
The exhaustion and general lack of personnel and equipment both hostile armies suffered made them more and more dependent on attacking supply convoys to capture weapons, uniforms and slaves. Especially the Allied Male Armies (AMA) had an insufficient uniform production and a high wear out during the fights so that they tried to capture Amazon jeans and underwear wherever they could. While the regular troops run around fairly ill-equipped in worn out uniforms, old weapons and often without proper groin-protection, the AMA Elite Forces were still powerful. Such combat units were:
the Dragon Fighters of the Luang army
the Hombre Desert Tigers
the Anathylian Black Cougars and
the Hominian Pussy Grinders.
For an attack against an Amazon warehouse, a company of 100 men of each Elite Group was gathered so that 400 well-trained men stood ready for fight. This warehouse was in a deserted wood so that the Amazons considered it to be unknown to the AMA. Therefore it was normally only poorly guarded. The men thought easily to storm the poorly protected building and to plunder the stored uniforms and maybe even weapons.
What they didn’t know: The normally deserted warehouse was used as meeting and training centre for high-rank Amazon officers during these days. Since the warehouse was situated in a hidden place, the Amazons thought that some 50 guards were enough to safeguard the meeting – not more than normally to guard some worn out jeans and panites.
The men used the night for their attack. Carefully, Luang Dragon Fighters approached the wall surrounding the building. Gorgeous girl warriors were seen on all 10 watch-towers. They chatted carelessly, sure that no male soldier would ever come close to this small supply point. The Dragon boys used lassos with hooks to climb the walls and towers. Suddenly the guards on the towers – typically 2 or 3 per tower – were confronted with well-trained Luangs. The act of kicking a woman in the vulva is called cuntbust. Although harder to hit than a male package, the work is well worth it. A cuntbust hurts as much and more than a ballbust. If hit hard enough and with accuracy, the pain can be equivalent to childbirth and will turn any female fighter into a sobbing wreck. The AMA elite warriors knew this and applied this incapacitating technique whenever they saw an unprotected cunt.
Hangyee used his excellent karate skills: Thud! His stretched out hand flew against the tits of a girl-warrior. She shrieked in pain and was stunned. Hangyee didn’t wait till she recovered but rushed his dagger against her unprotected female triangle! No life-saving groin-guard covered this vital spot! Game over for her!
His mate Shinjee had already switched off another girl: Embracing her from behind and muffling her shrieks with his right arm, his left hand guided a shortsword between her legs so that the helpless girl was riding on the blade. Shinjee used the shortsword like a saw to open her defenseless “treasure-box”. It took only seconds till her blood and cunt-juice rushed from the fatal wound!
Of course the fights against women also stimulated the men sexually so that it was clear that numberless girls would be raped later or even during the fight. The regular Dragon soldier Thien had brought down a girl by some stunning strikes against her sternum and tits. With an arrogant smile in his face, he stripped down her jeans and male briefs with hard-cup revealing her female treasure. Thien knew how to apply a vicious cunt-squeezing, a technique that cannot only be used to grab and squeeze the external genitalia of boys, but also the fleshy cunt lips of girls! Brutally, Thien dug his thumbnail into her stiff pink clit. The helpless girl was shrieking in pain. But Thien didn’t feel content just squeezing the outer cunt lips, but even entered the delicate slit: First two fingers, then three and finally his whole hand slid in. Her screams from the pain were mixed with her cries of humiliation from the unwanted visitor. He opened his fist and began to apply a very deep and effective vagina claw. He clawed her inner wall as she twisted and turned trying to escape the hell she was experiencing. After seconds only, the girl screamed her submission and soon passed out from the tremendous pain.
Even though the men tried to kill the girls in silence, one of the guard-girls managed to raise alarm waking up the other women from their lethargy. The majority of the Amazons in the warehouse were high-rank officers that were normally not accustomed to fight personally but to make strategies and to shout orders. Now, sergeants, captains, majors and generals rushed out off the buildings to inject into the fight. The Luang fighters were already opening the main gate to let the companies of Hombre Desert Tigers, Anathylian Black Cougars and Hominian Pussy Grinders in. For luck, the Amazons had one of their last automatic weapons close to the building entrance, and now, the girls took the gate under fire, where the men stormed in. Tack! Tack! Tack! Easily, the full-metal-bullets cracked the male groin-cups and busted the precious content! Hit macho hunks writhed crazy with pain on the ground, heavily bleeding between the legs. The men were forced to stop the invasion at this gate.
For luck, the Dragon Fighters had also opened the second gate on the backside. Now several troops of Hombres and Anathylians entered the main building from behind. They found a perfect setup: The women defending the other entrance lay low, their legs slightly spread targeting with their machine-gun against the oncoming men. There were no further Amazons to protect the gun-girls. From their position, the Hombre Desert Tigers had an excellent view over the castle-defenders. They could even recognize the pocket symbol of the gun-women indicating them as captains. The Tigers had precise sniper-guns and placed their bullets right at the crossing of their victims' crotch-seams. Right in the box! Some more involuntary convulsions and the hit women joined their ancestors! The boys had enjoyed their own demonstration of total male superiority so much that their cocks had grown to limits of their egg-cups.
However, the Desert Tigers could not enjoy their perfect kill very long, because they were attacked themselves: Diana attacked Mahmud from behind winding her left arm around his throat, while the dagger in her right hand targeted his ass-crack. Diana was sure that he would wear a cup, but hopefully no anal-shield. Merciless, she drove her long, pointed dagger into his virgin asshole and pressed with all her might against the dagger. Quickly, the deadly blade penetrated the slim male abdomen, slashing his prostate and finally reached his armored nut-sack from behind. Quickly, Mahmud got weaker and weaker. Diana held the deadly wounded man under control till his last struggles ceased.
Djamal was switched off by Marlene: Like Diana, Marlene attacked her victim from behind strangling his throat with her left arm. Marlene used her war-hammer to pierce Djamal’s thin groin-cup. She had hoped that this Hombre would wear just a steel-sheets cup instead of a heavy armor and for luck her strike was rewarded with a strange howling from Djamal whose jewelry was spiked by the war-hammer! Game over for another young macho cock! Marlene even mocked: “This is what we call a tin-opener!”
Sylvia didn’t have it so easy because when she attacked Ali's ironclad groin with her war-hammer, she had to recognize that he wore a solid cup that could not be easily pierced. For luck, she wore a good male cup herself so that Ali's angry counterattack just brought a loud Cling! of his dagger on the stainless steel of her nut-protector. Sylvia swung her hammer downward against Ali's belly so that it caught the upper edge of his cup through his jeans. His cup was hooked enough for that Sylvia could drag it downward removing the ball-protector from its original position. Her powerful strike had slashed the belly-bottom and zip of Ali's jeans without hurting him much so that Sylvia could now clearly see his pubic hairs and the stem of his cock right above his low sitting armored briefs with the displaced cup. Sylvia quickly performed a second strike targeting the root of Ali's cock. Her war-hammer easily slashed his cock and lower hanging ball-sack! In shock and pain, Ali let fall his dagger and reached for his scattered treasure-box! He stood some more seconds in front of Sylvia, his mouth opened in a silent scream, his hands cupping his useless ball-protector with the destroyed remains of his virility. Then, his torso collapsed and lay wrecked to Sylvia's feet.
Sylvia was now attacked from behind by Namik, an Anathylian soldier. He took her from behind into a bear-hug. Amazingly, he was one of the few Anathylian Black Cougars not to wear a cup, because Sylvia just had to reach back to feel his unprotected genitals through his worn-out jeans. Of course, her target was to crush his balls and to castrate + kill him with her bare hands. Sylvia was not big but strong enough to do it. The black stallion wore his thin jeans loosely and seemed to have no further underwear allowing Sylvia to handle his balls as she needed. She seized the sac with her left fist and forced the twin orbs to the bottom of the sac. The black soldier was stunned from the pain so that he was only a witness of his own fate without a chance to influence it. Sylvia dug into his nuts with her nails, feeling the tender flesh rip as her fingertips penetrated, then she cupped them. The knuckles of her right hand crushed and ground the trapped balls between her fist and her palm. With an hardly audible sound, the macho soldier fell to ground – killed by a cat-like Amazon! His washed-out jeans got bloody around the head of his cock.
The Shaoline girl Anuthida was also in the lucky situation to fight against an Anathylian Black Cougar who wore his jewelry without protection in his jeans as she saw from the “natural” bulge. Her opponent Birhane tried to keep his tender balls protected with his hands, but Anuthida was able to stun him with a strike against his throat and to bring him down so that he lay sprawled on the ground, his mighty limbs spread-eagled. As most Anathylinas, he was hung so that his cock and balls thrust invitingly in his jeans. Anuthida was on him in a flash. Her left foot stomped down on his throat, while her right hand grabbed for his package. Squeezing, winding and tugging his balls simultaneously, Anuthida forced her victim into a bridge as he tried to follow her tearing to reduce the pain in his sack. The combined pressure on his throat and the destructive work on his package turned the Black Cougar into a sobbing wreck, but Anuthida didn't stop: She held his thighs open and smashed her fist into the man's thrusting genitals. Again and again, the girl's fist smacked into the howling man's balls, until his nuts popped so that all life went off the male warrior. When the girl opened and stripped Birhane’s jeans and briefs down, she revealed his black package, whereby the bleeding cock already took a lilac color from the girls pounding.
However, the success and the triumph of the Amazons was only short. More and more men stormed from all sides against the building, easily overpowering the few defenders. Even boys of low rank slashed the pussies of majors and generals. The massacre and the male victory were total! Dozens of killed Amazons lay spread over the ground. Male fighters were finishing off any wounded girls or arresting Amazon survivors.
When the remaining females saw how easily their mates were wiped out, they surrendered quickly: They threw away their weapons and stripped their jeans, slit-guards and G-strings. Many girls wore captured male briefs with male cups inside. Now, the terrain of the barracks was full with gorgeous, overwhelmed females: Naked, their hands fold behind the necks and their legs spread, so they stood and exposed their femininity to the victorious men. Many men got a boner at the sight of totally subdued, naked females! The men moaned as their boners were painfully hindered to grow by their groin-guards. Proudly, the men gathered all weapons and stripped the killed girls to get their uniforms. Many bolts, bullets and daggers stuck deep in the female abdomens, and it was hard to drag them out. The men felt pride and sexual rush as they saw the feared and always dominating females now dead to their feed.
Cheering in victory, the AMA warriors plundered the warehouse: Weapons, uniforms, ammunition and worn panties from the laundry were captured and taken away as prey. Never before the men had killed and captured so many Amazon commanders! And never before the men had seen such a big pile of dark-blue (lieutenants), red (captains and majors) and black (generals) underwear. The Amazon army was practically beheaded!
After forcing the captured Amazon officers to give all wanted information, those were spread as slaves over different AMA garrisons and camps. The Amazon captain Kathrin was sent as ordinary slave to a small Hominan camp, where she was used for any kind of work including sexual pleasure of the men. Now she was in a tent to “serve” a Hominian sergeant. He forced her to kneel in front of him. He then opened the zip and button of his sergeant-jeans and stripped them down followed by his green combat briefs. His cock was circumcised as it was done with all men that had been into Amazon slavery as well as the men trimmed the cunt-lips of most female slaves to take them any pleasure in sex. A young orderly recruit in this tent watched how the sergeant thrust his cock into deep Kathrin’s mouth. The boy got excited even from watching. Kathrin was not willing to except her fate and performed 3 or 4 precise twin-strikes (so-called nutcrackers) against the sergeant’s hairy ball-sack smashing his eggs into pulpy meatballs! The man moaned hardly audible and broke down, some precum still drooled from his cock.
Kathrin quickly jumped up and turned to the young orderly recruit who had already grabbed his dagger to attack her. The boy was quite young, maybe 17. He did not even have a real beard yet – and would never! Not just that Kathrin was 15 years older to him but also much more experienced. The boy just wore white silk shorts and captured Amazon stretch panties with a male cup underneath – a combination that also many women preferred. The loose fit of his silk shorts made it easy for Kathrin. She stunned him with a strike against his solar plexus, followed by another strike against his throat so that he let fall his dagger. She then reached into his panties where she found his semi-boner. His cock was uncut proving that he had never been an Amazon prisoner. Kathrin reached further for his balls. The Amazon squeezed them to have a firm grip, then she decided to rip the boy’s package off. Hayeee! She held the bloody ball-sack for the recruit to see, then she stuffed the tasty delicacy into her mouth and chewed it. The boy’s hand flew down to his useless ball-protector which did now only house his cock, he starred in disbelief at the woman who had killed him and broke down. He was still semiconscious, while Kathrin stripped his shorts of innocent white and eggcup that she thought to wear herself, because the clothes of the slim boy would suit her perfectly and dressed as a recruit she would provoke less attention than in the jeans of the sergeant.
A minute later, Kathrin was dressed in his panties, shorts and T-shirt and could even hide her long hair with his baseball cap. She took the dagger and the ball-tackle that she found on the desk and left the tent. The ball-tackle is a very Amazon weapon meant to overcome the men's armored briefs, and Kathrin knew perfectly how to use it! When she left the tent, a young regular soldier of maybe 20 years approached her and recognized that she was a girl. Before he could shout alarm, Kathrin pressed him against a wall, closed his mouth with her left hand, while her right hand showed him the working principle of a ball-tackle: The tackle flew in between his legs up to the asscrack. Then, Kathrin drew the tackle forward till the hooked blade reached the rear edge of the boy’s cup. Normally the cup attaches quite well to the male body, but for a skilled Amazon the small gab on the perineum is already enough to introduce the ball-tackle so that the blade can rip apart his jeans and slip underneath the cup slaughtering its precious content! Within a second, Kathrin's hooked dagger slipped into his ball-protector and slashed his left ball! Kathrin stirred the tackle around to do as much damage to the Hominian's ball-sack as possible. She kept her hand on the boy’s mouth to muffle his screams of pain and let him slip down the wall. Between the legs, his worn out jeans coloured with his blood. Kathrin tugged the lifeless body into the sergeant's tent for that he wasn't found too early. Here he could join his two killed mates. Kathrin threw his cadaver face-down over the naked recruit she had killed before. His face landed in the crotch of the recruit so that it looked as if he gave his mate a blow-job.
Then, Kathrin entered the next tent. A Hominian captain was raping a slave girl. The situation was favorable: The Hominian lay on the girl screwing her and didn't notice Kathrin's arrival. His jeans and armored combat-briefs were on the ground, his naked ass and hairy ball-sack were easy targets. Not to hurt the girl under him, Kathrin decided for the asshole as target. Merciless, she rammed her dagger up to the hilt into the man. Involuntarily, he came in this very moment, his eyes widened in shock and extreme pain, but just a hardly audible moan left his mouth. The slave-girl was very surprised but immediately understood the situation. She rolled the Hominian's body off her and stood up. The officer Kathrin had killed was a captain like herself so that she decided to put on his uniform to have her original rank. A minute later, Kathrin stood dressed in the captain's uniform her crotch bulging with pretended masculinity of his male eggcup. The slave-girl had never been before a free Amazon but decided to join them immediately. Therefore she put on the recruit uniform that Kathrin had stripped off. It was unusual for her to wear a male uniform and especially some panties with a male cup! She still had to accustom to walk with slightly spread legs to give room for the eggcup.
Also some houses belonged to this camp, accommodation for the men, prisons for the female slaves and stores, rooms for training, workshops etc. Linda, a female slave and former Amazon corporal, had been called into the living quarter of 3 Hombre recruits. As all slaves, she was just naked and knew that the boys called her for “amusement”. When she entered the room, the 3 horny young men had already undressed their shoes, T-shirts and jeans. Emre just stripped down his jockstrap with the protective cup so that his semi-hard cock dangled obscenely as he approached her from behind. Abdal still wore his tighty-whities, but had taken out his cup so that his cock could grow freely. Farhat had just stripped his jeans and was still dressed in white Amazon bikini briefs with a bulging cup.
Emre grabbed from behind Lind’s arms and guided her hands to milk his cock close to her arse, while his own hands reached around her body and squeezed her boobs. His mate Abdal grinned at the approach of his comrade, and his cock visibly grew larger in his tighty-whities. Suddenly Emre’s screams shattered the air: Instead of caressing his cock, Linda violently squeezed his ball-sack! Abdal rushed towards Linda to help his mate. A precise kick from Linda against the bulge in his tighty-whities stopped his attack and sent him to the floor! Farhat was the only boy still wearing a protective cup in his Amazon spandex briefs and jumped into action. Squeezing once more the captured sack of Emre behind her, Linda let him go (and drop incapacitated to the floor). Her higher rank and longer experiences gave Linda an advantage over Farhat. Knowing that his masculinity was well-protected in the tight Amazon panties, Linda sent a hard karate kick against the young man’s sternum that drove the air off his lungs and crashed him against the wall. Not giving him any minute to recover, the furious female fighter pumped her fist several times against Farhat’s throat until his windpipe collapsed. His eyes rolled back and the boy slipped down the wall till he sat on the floor. To finish him just in case, Linda reached into his bikini briefs eager to crack a nut. No reaction from Farhat; there was no life in his panties anymore.
Meanwhile Abdal had recovered from Linda’s bullbust, while Emre was still on the ground holding is aching ball-sack. Abdal stood up and rushed against the older woman. Linda avoided the direct clash, ducked (on her knees) and dodged so that she had a safe position to stop the macho Hombre punching her left arm against his abdomen, while her right hand shot against his asscrack. It took her only some seconds to dive her hand underneath the crotch of his tighty-whities and to grab his ball-sack. Violently she tugged the captured manmeat down and back out of his briefs, just his cock still remained inside his underpants. Involuntarily, Abdal bent over, while his balls were now close to his asshole under Linda’s perfect control. Linda didn’t want to play long games with him, but worked brutally on Abdal’s nuts to do as much damage as possible. She was not only rewarded by the boy’s shouts of pain and his considerable weakening, but she also proudly noticed the enlarging red stain in his tighty-whities around the seat of his virility. Her destructive work already made his cock bleed! Linda finished Abdal by applying a vicious nut-cracker grip. When Linda let go, the Hombre dropped to his knees, his nuts destroyed, no life nor masculinity left in his briefs. The agile girl-fighter stood up, while Abdal collapsed on the floor. Some more involuntary convulsions and he was gone. With her foot, Linda turned his corpse on the back to admire the bloody front of his once white briefs.
Then, she walked over to Emre, who was still on the ground after Linda’s works on his sack. The gorgeous girl applied a reverse-face-sit making sure her wet lips covered the man’s nose and mouth – not only to dampen his shrieks, but also to demonstrate her female superiority. Then, she forced his hands away from his masculinity and clasped his ball-sack so that his nuts were forced to its end and the scrotum stretched tightly over them. Involuntarily, Emre’s cock rose up – probably from Linda’s intensive female smell and her work on his male organs. Linda grinned at this sight but didn’t stop her work: Once the man’s nuts were presented on her closed fist like on an anvil, the furious female fighter pounded her other hand to smash his masculinity. Pow! Pow! Pow! At each strike, Emre’s boner twitched, and his body winced in pain. After few strikes, he passed out cold. Linda stroke some more times, but the muscular male warrior was only dead meat.
Linda stood up and looked around for some clothes to wear. She decided that neither Emre’s jockstrap nor Abdal’s bloody briefs were the right pants for her. She walked over to Farhat who still wore the shiny Amazon bikini briefs with a bulging cup. When Linda tugged down his spandex briefs she revealed a firmly shaped package with a circumcised cock – proving that Farhat had been an Amazon slave before! Linda sniffed on the inner lining of his cup-bulge before she proudly put on the recaptured Amazon panties. Among the T-shirts, shoes and jeans of the killed boys, she chose whatever fit her best. She also found a baseball-cap to hide her long hair. Her male protective cup would not only protect her where a girl needs it most, but also help to hide her among the men: A jeans-clad flat female groin would probably provoke some attention in this camp! Taking some weapons to finish her outfit and tugging the dead corpses in a badly illuminated corner, she left the room to join the other revolting female slaves.
The revolting women killed several men more and freed more former slaves. Meanwhile equipped with bows, they could now even kill men from a distance. A small group of 5 young soldiers stood on the edge of the wood pissing. Their jeans and armored panties were stripped down. The girls stared at the tight apple-asses of the boys and watched how they pissed. Though fascinated from the sight of the muscular young men, the girls didn't hesitate to draw their bows. At the same moment, a deadly cloud of 5 arrows chirped through the air and found their mark in the ass-cracks of the boys! The power of the Amazon bows drove the arrows through rectum, prostate and nutsack, so that the boys suddenly held the pointed arrows instead of their cocks in their hands! Still pissing, the guys broke down, unable to shout a word of alert to their mates! The Amazons had perfected the art of soundless killing! It didn't take long till the women had freed all female slaves and killed all men. Approximately 50 men lay killed spread over the camp while 40 former slaves put on the captured briefs, jeans, shoes and T-shirts and took the weapons of the fallen males.
These days in a completely different camp: The Amazon captain Lydia was bond to a couch and under surveillance of 2 recruits of maybe 17 years of age – Heiko (a blond Hominian) and Izmir (an Hombre boy). Hakim, a 28-year-old Hombre corporal, entered to interrogate Lydia. Of course, Lydia was trained to withstand any possible torture and would not tell a word. But Hakim applied a completely different method: In front of Lydia, he put off his jeans followed by his light-blue cotton briefs with his ball-protector. His privates were not very big, but nice in shape. Hakim pulled his combat-briefs over Lydia's head so that her mouth and nose were now covered with his groin-guard. Lydia had already seen that the cotton-interlining covering the "nutshell" was intensively stained with male marks of sweat and joy. But now, as she was forced to breathe through Hakim's briefs, she found that the smell was much more pleasant than she had expected. Instead of a strong urine smell, a strong dose of male pheromones exhaled from the used combat-underwear.
In fact, the male smell was turning her on. Now she felt how long she did not have any sex! Lydia began to moan with lust and as Hakim touched her knee, Lydia willingly opened her legs for him. Hakim reached further and touched her cunt-lips provoking further moans of lust. Now Lydia begged her tormentor to screw her. Hakim's cock was rock-hard and he also thirsted for sexual relief, but at first he had to do his job. So he told Lydia that he needed some information before he could serve her. Lydia told him everything she knew – all troop movements, the strength of each border garrison, everything she remembered. She was a slave of her lust and of Hakim's hormone-filled panties. Hakim opened her bonds to allow her to touch him as well and then gave her what she was longing for. Only seconds before Lydia had her orgasm, Hakim stopped and asked her for more secret information. She told whatever she knew. When Hakim saw that he had now all knowledge from her, he continued the fucking causing Lydia to scream with lust till he finally pumped his boy-milk into her.
After the act, Hakim took his briefs from Lydia's head and put them on. Some after-cum added further stains of joy to the interlining of his ball-protector. He left the room to inform the HQ about this important news and ordered the recruits to care about Lydia. Of course, Heiko and Izmir had been turned on by the observed act and their cocks were quite hard inside their groin-guards. Of course, for the 17-year-old boys it was a special pleasure to have a 30-year-old woman – even an Amazon captain – under control. Both boys thought to repeat Hakim's demonstration of male superiority. Heiko put off his recruit-jeans followed by his tighty-whities with hard-cup. His semi-hard cock popped out of the nutshell. Lydia was disgusted as Heiko put over his piss-stained combat-briefs over her head. As expected, the only smell exhaling from the panties of the young recruit was urine, and it was not at all turning her on! Secondly, Lydia was now sexually satisfied and in shame because of her betray. She urgently needed to stop Hakim from giving any information to his officers. But before, she had to switch off these nasty boys.
Meanwhile Izmir had undressed as well. His genitals were big but not as well-shaped and erotic as Hakim's. The same was valid for Heiko. Lydia lay still on the couch. Izmir had forced her legs apart and stepped between them and begun to screw her violently but without any passion. Lydia was disappointed that he didn't knew at all to use his toy. Instead of pleasuring her, Izmir's big cock only caused her pain. Simultaneously, Heiko had stepped over her breast and held his cock in front of her face. Lydia could smell his disgusting urine and cock-cheese. Merciless, Heiko thrust his cock into her mouth urging her: "Suck you worthless bitch! Suck my cock nicely clean!" He would have to pay the highest price for these insulting words!
After few strikes, Lydia let his cock slip out of her mouth and snapped for his ball-sack instead! Heiko screamed at high voice as Lydia chewed and wrecked his virility killing the young Hominian. With his last force, Heiko slipped of her body and broke down next to the couch. Izmir was still screwing Lydia and had only partly recognized what was going on. For luck, Lydia's bonds were open and her hand free. Hayeee! With 2 precise strikes against Izmir's solar plexum and throat, Lydia stunned the boy. Izmir stumbled backward so that his cock slipped out of Lydia's cunt. His "spear" was still rock-hard and red with Lydia's blood from the intensive fucking. In a swift grip, Lydia reached for Izmir's ass and further between his legs for his nut-sack. She dragged his ballsack as much as possible in the direction of his asshole. Izmir bent over until he was down on all fours and screamed in pain from the intensive ball-stretching! His defenseless nut-sack was now in an excellent position for the fatal shot! Having placed his balls on her right hand, Lydia used her left fist to smash his masculinity and kill him. In a silent scream, Izmir hands reached for his wrecked source of masculinity. His body stretched in mortal agony a last time, then he fell down next to his mate with his face in the groin of Heiko as if he wanted to give his pall a blow-job. A mixture of blood and sperm drooled from both cocks. Lydia grinned at the side of 2 killed boy-warriors whose once proud firm balls were now just a mushy pulp!
Lydia reached for Izmir's uniform, and only a minute later she stood dressed in the boy's recruit uniform, her crotch bulging with his cup in his tighty-whities. The recruit-boys were only armed with daggers. Lydia took both of them and left the room. On the floor, she saw a regular Hombre soldier walking some meters before her, the young man held a key to open the door at the end of the floor. Obviously, the key was needed to pass to the next section, so that Lydia knew she had to switch this guy off and to take the keys. Swift as a cat, Lydia was behind the Hombre, her left hand closed the man’s mouth to choke any shrieks, while the dagger in her right hand rushed into his unprotected asshole. Since the soldier wore a groin-guard, a direct attack against his masculinity would have been useless, but bursting through his “female” entrance, the dagger could easily rip his ball-sack from behind. Lydia twisted the dagger for good to destroy the man’s prostate and virility completely. She even taunted her dying victim: “Poor boy! Didn't any of your officers tell you that you should always protect your cunt as we girls do it?! You got it: Your ‘cunt’!!!” Then she lowered his dead body and took the keys and his weapons, especially his crossbow.
Lydia entered the next section, and immediately the crossbow did her a good job. A young man – an Anathylian soldier – had turned around at Lydia’s arrival. Before he understood the situation, the heavy bolt fired from Lydia’s crossbow pierced his light cup and sent him to the eternal hunting grounds. The man dropped at first to his knees his hand cupping his destroyed seat of masculinity, then he fell face down on the floor. Lydia walked over to her victim and used her legs to push the corpse on his back. The Anathylian didn't wear a T-shirt so that his dark, muscular skin shone with sweat. Lydia grinned at the sight of the strong hunk that she had killed easily by exploiting his virility. She looked down at his crotch where the bolt had wrecked the ball-guard. His jeans colored with the blood of the defeated male combat-machine. She had only captured 5 bolts so that it would be good to recycle this one. She reached for the bolt, but it stuck too firm in them man’s groin so that she couldn't yank it out. She tried again.
Lydia was still bent over the killed Anathylian and so focused on her work that she hadn’t noticed the arrival of another man: It was Hakim, the Hombre corporal, who recognized immediately how dangerous his captive was! Lydia’s bowed position stretched the jeans tightly over her crotch, so that Hakim perfectly recognized the position of her male cup. It covered her Mons veneris and partly her slit. Without hesitation, Hakim drove his dagger right behind the rear end of the cup into her perineum. Lydia shrieked in pain and shock as the weapon screw its path through her femininity slashing her vag and rectum. Hakim twisted the dagger to do as much damage as possible. Already fading, Lydia hardly heart Hakim’s words: “It was too late to stop me anyway. The telegram to the HQ is already out … But at least the sex with you was great. It’s a pity that I now have to slash your love tunnel!” Then she was dead.